I have a black lab/Weim mix and he also Dutch ovens me. All 90lbs of him insists on being under the covers and snuggled in next to me, with his butt up by my upper body. Drives me crazy, but I love that dog and hate sleeping without him!

I don't know about Baby GAP, but at one time I did buy jeans at Gap Kids. They changed the label (or I became more label-conscious) and it was noticeable that I was in little kids jeans. I'm 5'1" and Gap Kids fit well.

I'm pretty sure I understand where you're coming from, and in no way do I intend to belittle it; I'm certain I would feel similarly daunted if I had a girl. It would be terrifying to raise a little girl into a woman in this society. But many of your questions/worries are the same any parent would asked when faced…

Hearted. For all of it.

Hearted.

I was in a relationship like that, too. I married the guy, we were together 7 years when he finally admitted he'd been in a "real" (intimate, romantic) relationship for the past year (with another woman). It broke my heart, but in hindsight I can see the truth. We had a great relationship, but it was a great…

I never thought a post containing the words "guinea pig" would make me hungry, but you've done it! I'll go see what I can find here...

Orange Gatorade and Egg McMuffins—and ditto. I'm amazed that our bodies tell us what we need (through cravings) and a healthy human is created (best case scenario).

Egg McMuffins...and I learned to make them to perfection because the McDonalds near me isn't open 24/7. I really only wanted the yolky parts anyway, no egg whites for that growing baby! Now he's a real boy, and he doesn't eat eggs...interesting...

Thank you all for the kind words, they sent me into a fit of giggles at the mental images. There's just something about the thought of a forelorn ex, on the side of the road, sweating in the 100 degree Kansas heat & humidity...and me sloooowing down (giving him hope!) to roll down the window and give a cheery wave…

My now-ex-husband bought me a loaded Acura for my birthday—the month before he left me for the coworker he'd been seeing for over a year. Guilty conscience? Indeed. Do I still drive the shit out of that car, and pretend (albeit for the brief time I'm in it each day) I'm not living on a social worker's measly…

That's perfect. You're right....at that moment of...shock(?)...any kitchen table would've done the trick. Thanks!

Oh, please tell me they were sitting around the afore-mentioned kitchen table for this discussion! (if they weren't, you could just lie to me)

IT'S A WALK OFF! *whispers* Its a walk off...

I'm really with you on the whole "a quiet Jessica Simpson is a happy me" thing...and I was never one to talk about my pregnancy—during OR after. Obviously I agree that millions of women do it without celebration. But from the second my kid was born, I'd have shouted his mere measurements from the rooftops, and to…

I believe Underling may be implying that delivering a baby is, more often than not, messy, from head to toe (and anywhere else in a 25-foot radius). Delivering a baby in those shoes would almost certainly ruin them.

I also went to KU (although it's been several years since I graduated/lived on campus) and your description nailed Sex on The Hill. Mostly attention-grabbing headlines and photos without much substance underneath. That's the way I remember it too.

My little sister and my brother-in-law "dated" (fooled around) when I was married to my ex. My ex left me for his coworker, and my family sort of made it seem like it was my fault for not being a good enough wife to hold on to him; adding insult to inury is my bratty little sister who still hangs out with—and name…

It's far too prevalent. At the risk of being Debbie Downer here, I work at a children's psych hospital and I can tell you (anectdotally, anyway) that 90% of the children we admit have some history of sexual abuse, and of those, I'd say another 90% was by a family member.

As a wise fellow-commenter once told me on this very site...even a stopped clock is right twice a day.