Women can do this. Men can't.

As a few of my friends are heading into the home stretch... I must say well done!

A Brief Word on Being Pregnant in Washington, DC....

This picture was taken around January of 2007. Yes, I'm happy lookin' and about 7 months pregnant. What you don't see is how completely and physically exhausted I was at this point. I gained 65 lbs over the course of my pregnancy, even though I got sick every day for the first 4 months. I was also commuting (and still am) about 90 minutes each way, including a commuter train and 2 metro trains. But let me inform everyone that if you are going to get pregnant in the Washington, DC area, DO NOT expect anyone to offer you their seat.

I thought it was a one time thing or maybe people thought I was just sorta chubby. But by the time I was 8 months pregnant, with my belly hanging over a young woman's face one day, I would have thought a lightbulb would have gone off in someone's, anyone's, head. When the train jolted, my belly almost knocked her in the forehead... but still, no offer.

About a week later I was being crammed by a large crowd into a train at Union Station. I was starting to get freaked out because I could tell I was losing my balance. So I yelled, "Stop pushing, I'm 8 months pregnant!" I swear it was like the parting of the Red Sea. Suddenly, no one wanted to be near me. It was as if I was leaking amniotic fluid at that very moment.

So here I am, almost 2 years later, thinking back to those rude moments. I keep thinking back to them because the other day I was reading a letter in the Express (the Washington Post's metro paper) about a guy who offered his seat to a lovely pregnant woman, who said she was fine but she would stand, thank you very much. But before the guy could sit back down, another person snatched the seat!

This, my friends, is Washington, DC.

And that's why I live in Baltimore.

How Sadie got her name...

People love Sadie's name (or at least that's what they tell me to my face), and they always ask how we decided on it. Well, the story is more about what we decided what NOT to name her. Seeing all of the crazy names people were coming up with, we made some basic rules:

1. The name will not be an alcoholic drink- So Bailey and Brandy were definitely out.


3. The name will not be someone from the Real World or Road Rules challenge from MTV- As a result, Amaya, Cameron, Cory, Rachel, Ruthie, Robin, Kaia, Arissa, Brynne, Elka, Genesis, Montana and most definitely Trishelle... were all out.

The name will not be a season or month- Autumn, June, May, and April were therefore, out of the running.

After all that, we were walking through the mall one day and I said, "Sadie!" And Charlie agreed that we had never known a crazy wackjob Sadie, or a mean Sadie, and to be honest, neither of us knew anyone named Sadie. Then we had to find a nice middle name. This involved the "BLANK BLANK, cut that shit out!" test. Sadie Angelica rolled off the tongue easily.

So, Sadie Angelica was named.