Pregnant Pause

My husband is sitting in the kitchen watching tv with our toddler. They're watching 'Arrested Development.'

Between a toddler on nap strike, preparing for Christmas, working, being marginally I'll for the past two-months, and this cold weather, I feel like I'm going to lose it. I need more money and fewer y-chromosomes in my life. And a vacation. I could really use a vacation. Alone.

Our nanny brought me Starbucks as a Christmas treat as its her last day before going home for the holidays. What am I going to do when she graduates grad school in May?

Eating sushi with a toddler is not an activity that should be undertaken by anyone who can't handle a mess.

I'll never understand why my husband thinks meatballs are acceptable dinner, but hamburgers are not.

Sometimes I really wish I'd stop listening to my husband.

First time ever at dropoff daycare not going so well.

My son is having a MAJOR Andre Leon Talley moment modeling his stroller blanket, and it is *everything*.

Sitting at a country diner next to three men discussing milk supply. 98% sure they're talking about cows and not their wives.

Last evening at the playground I told one of my mom friends (who had actually met our nanny before meeting me) about the thing at toddler class the other day, and she said, "Well to be fair, when I first met you I thought you and your nanny were a couple."