Tuesday, November 20

In Utero

So it's your birthday and you get all the cake and presents. Your mother gets the achy back because she had to make spaghetti.

I've been giving it some thought and have realized that birthdays are unfair to mothers. On the one big special day, everyone remembers you were born - no one remembers how much agony your mother had to go through. The dilation. Placenta. The groggy aftermath. I'm not sure I want to be a mother at this point.