“Oh forget about it! They’re over!” I was fed up with stupid contractions. Jeff was trying to count them and time them and figure out when this baby was going to relieve us both of the agony that is the 9th month of pregnancy. I had been having contractions for a whole week—Monday to Monday and my nerves were wearing very thin. Every day I thought, “today is the day” “today is going to be your birthday, little Spanky” “these contractions are 8 minutes apart, you are coming now.” And everyday I had been wrong. Everyday I also got crankier, but you’ll have to ask Jeff about that! (more…)

Jeff and I are always trying to keep our lines of communication open.  We talk about cheating.  We talk about our differences in parenting styles.  We talk a lot about a lot of things and, for extra-credit, we have both been in therapy many times.  So, when we watched a movie about two couples having affairs (“Last Night”) the other night it was no surprise the discussion afterward lasted as long as the film.   (more…)