Category Baby Fodder

Alaska, 1953

Sometimes I wonder if we’ll ever clean up the cracker crumbs from the nightstand. And it’s not even really a nightstand so much as a TV tray that sits next to the bed. It’s black and has always been cluttered with too many things that don’t belong on nightstands [or TV trays, for that matter]; […]

Retro Post #3: The Pendulum Swing

Just after our first insemination I fell into a deep, dark hole of depression that would put that little cartoon Cymbalta bean to shame. And just in case you were wondering – yes, this post is going to be strictly about a sad little weekend I experienced a few months back. So you may as […]

Retro post #2: A written apology to the egg.

I’m not sure if it’s the mental clarity of going several days (7, not that I’m counting) without alcohol or just the thought looping through my head: ‘you have sperm in you,’ but I’ve been thinking a lot about my eggs. Or, I guess it’s just one egg. And I’ve been thinking about the little […]

Retro post #1: The Melted Butter Insemination

When I made my vow of baby-making silence a few months back, I admittedly did so with a bit of arrogant confidence. The way I figured, I’d go off the grid for a month or two, get knocked up, have a little weepy celebration with my wife, then commence blogging the Little Lesbian journey. Except […]

7 questions I can never take back

Constantly referenced yet never before featured, the wife has finally popped by the blog for a visit. For those of you who actually know Meredith in real life, I imagine you clapping your hands and bouncing up and down in front of your computer screens. Or, at least, you should be. Last night I said […]

Penneys aren’t loose change

I wasn’t really sure what I wanted to say about this, I just knew I wanted to say something. I tend to take this sort of backlash to social progression rather personally and not just because of the obvious reason (me = little lesbian). When I see conservative middle America speaking out against LGBT visibility […]

Hipster Baby or Baby Hippo: 3-day weekend vote

When I was  a senior in high school we took a class trip to Mexico, and after climbing the pyramids and trolling the streets of Mexico City, we spent the last three nights at a resort along a boardwalk in a location I do not recall. I have only three concrete memories from this portion […]