Bringing Up Baby
Documenting the baby makin' experience. From Trying to Conceive, to Bringing Up Baby, I share all the laughs and all the horror.
I'm Jess, I'm 30 years old, I live in Minneapolis with The Husband, Jack (the girl dog with a boy name), and The Mac -- the person we made. He's pretty much the most awesome human being alive and easily the greatest thing I've ever done.
If you're interested, my primary blog is Scattered Jigsaw Thoughts.
Feel free to Ask Me Anything
Or you can just email me: sutherslat {at} gmail {dot} com
I'm Jess, I'm 30 years old, I live in Minneapolis with The Husband, Jack (the girl dog with a boy name), and The Mac -- the person we made. He's pretty much the most awesome human being alive and easily the greatest thing I've ever done.
If you're interested, my primary blog is Scattered Jigsaw Thoughts.
Feel free to Ask Me Anything
Or you can just email me: sutherslat {at} gmail {dot} com
We have these friends — a couple — who are the only friends that know we’re trying to get pregnant. They know because we’ve decided to try to time the pregnancies together. I know. We’re lame. Shut up.
Anyway, they just got back from their honeymoon and apparently spent the whole week humping. The husband and I, on the other hand, have still only tried once. Not even a year in and we’re already an old married couple whose sex life has gone down the tubes. So now I’m feeling asexual AND behind. Blergh.
