Like a brick....wall

by Jennifer Pitt   So we all know I had a baby. A late baby – I was 37 when I had her. We waited a long time for her egg to get it’s shit together and live past 9 weeks….and god help us, she did. I was terrified when I found out it was a girl. I was so certain that the universe owed me one and it was


I have been badgered and harassed for a few months now to write a post or not about parenting. I have been staunchly against it, but clearly not as steadfast as I would have myself believe. I am a new mother. New-ish. The dependent is 3.5 months old now (for you mothers who can’t count in months, that’s 14 weeks), and it gets worse every day. Ok, not worse. Better