Results for: a-camp
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Raising Baby T. Rex: Club Fawn, No Naps, and Reclaiming Procreation
Reclaiming queer procreation, dropping the last nap, stupid crows, Baby T. at A-Camp, and losta cute T. Rex pics.
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Countdown to Baby T. Rex: Loving My Fat Mama Self and Itchy All Over (33 Weeks)
Extreme itchy scratchies, body-positive parenting, fat pregnant femme feelings, nesting, dill pickles, Korean pancakes and more as I fly past the eight-month mark.
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Countdown to Baby T. Rex: Remi is Here, Labor is Hard, and Mesh Undies Are Glorious
Welcome to the world, Remi!
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Countdown to Baby T. Rex: Crying Over My Multigrain Waffles and Whimsical Onesies (31 Weeks)
I started the 31st week of my pregnancy crying over the kitchen sink as I crammed my gestational diabetes breakfast into my mouth. It wasn’t the pregnancy hormones this time. It was the overwhelming grief and the sudden realization of what it means to be a parent.
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Countdown to Baby T. Rex: Sipping My Way Into the Third Trimester (27 Weeks)
“Sometimes I turn to Waffle and randomly exclaim, ‘This is happening!’ I should probably stop doing that as we get closer to, like, the possibility of me going into actual labor.”
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Countdown to Baby T. Rex: Crying Over MasterChef Junior and Halfway There (23 Weeks)
I’m not a crier. I really resist the idea that hormones affect me, but pregnancy hormones affect me. OMG.
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Working On It: My Fitness Quest for Immortality (Or as Close as I Can Get)
“This will become a regular thing — a weekly recap of what’s working for me and what isn’t on my personal quest for improved health and wellness. There’ll be a lot of ground to cover because I have no fucking clue what I’m doing. Everything I know about health was taught to me by a giraffe that lived in a trailer.”
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When Two (or More) Become One: Relationship Budgeting for the Financial Planning Adverse
Money makes the world go ’round and also you need it to pay for things because capitalism. So let’s talk about relationship finances after moving in together.
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How My Motherhood Made My Mother Accept My Lesbianism
She didn’t say “I have suspected this for years and I still love you.” It went more like a Scared Straight kind of thing but instead of scaring me about drugs and a life of crime, she wanted to scare me straight, straight. “Just Say No to Lesbianism” straight.
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Defining For My Own “Right” Way To Be A Mom
“As a lesbian mom, it was especially hard to fight the urge to do the “right” thing, however slippery a concept that was, because I was representing a community, not just myself, I thought.”