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From Being Pregnant To Baby's First Year

Henry Is Born

Hey!  Hi!  I wanted to cordially invite y’all to come follow me over on Baby’s First Year.

I’m still going to write here at Being Pregnant, but it won’t be as personal, because, well… I’m not pregnant anymore.

If you want the good stuff, you know, the lowdown on my boobs (34DDD!) and breastfeeding and Henry David Bielanko, click on over to Baby’s First Year where I Begin At The Beginning.

I’ve already written The Basketball Boob Diaries and Post Pregnancy Pooping Paranoia too!

Boobs and poop!

Hey, I never claimed I was a Brontë sister or anything.

You’ve all been so fabulous to me while I shared all manner of ungodly details about my pregnancy and I don’t want the party to stop, so join me, won’t you?

Also, I’m going to write up Henry’s birth story so you know all the grisly action that went down. Actually, there was no grisly action, it was pretty tame. The wildest thing that occurred besides, you know, a human exiting my vagina, was Serge’s reaction when the nurse said I was dilated to a ten.

Damn. I sure wish I had a camera within my reach when he started running in circles around the room adjusting chairs and blinds and the lighting. It was hilarious. I’m all, What are you doing? And he looks at me like I’m an idiot and says Getting ready for the baby, DUH!

That’s all coming soon. In the meantime, get yo bad self over to Baby’s First Year for all the newborn baby hijinx.

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