Author Archives: Kristi

Woman disowns gay cat

gay cat?

A face only a fellow male meower could love?

Normally, all the wackadoodle stuff happens in Florida, but this one is out of Nigeria.

According to a story in The Advocate, a woman down there got rid of her cat because he was gay.

How, exactly, did she know his sexual orientation?

Why he exhibited “an unnatural sexual behavior,” of course. Basically, he wasn’t getting it on with the other female kitties in the house. And the only logical explanation for not channeling his inner rabbit was that he had to be gay. Continue reading

We’re married, but we sleep in separate rooms

separate sleepingFor several months, I slept down the hall. The bed was firmer, and more comfortable, and I could have a restful night’s sleep without R rolling around next to me.

This separate sleeping lasted about three months — and I was pregnant and needed space to … marinate. Many couples sleep that way regularly and they swear it’s better for their marriage.

The alone time allows them to catch up on sleep and focus on hobbies — reading, playing the guitar, watching TV — the other isn’t into, says one Oregon couple in a story on this morning’s GMA.

One marriage and family therapist estimates more than half — yup, more than 50 percent — of couples have separate sleeping quarters.

Right after C was born I was back in our room, and probably won’t leave again till life — again surgery, pregnancy, sickness — necessitates.

online poll by Opinion Stage

I love her (no, not that her) and him … and them

appreciationHaving a baby changed so much, including how I view many people in my life. I have a greater appreciation, and understanding, for those close to me (and a certain profession).

Nurses: Specifically, Emily Ilowit at St. Peters’ labor and delivery unit. She was, in a word, amazing. As my sister (who was in the delivery room) said “whatever they pay doctors, nurses should make four times as much.”

She’s right. Continue reading

10 things I realized during my social media hiatus

hiatusAfter giving birth to Little C, I took a six-week hiatus from social media. Not a choice, but a requirement due to disability/maternity leave. At first, I thought I’d feel cut off from the world of news, pop culture and rambling status updates.

Plus, six weeks with no platform for my wry observations and (sometimes unpopular) opinions?! Oh no.

It was far more tolerable than I anticipated, although I realized a few things: (more …)

Pottery Barn did *what* with my sofa?

antI’m addicted to Pottery Barn the way some people are obsessed with chocolate, or John Deere. When I see the PB in Crossgates has changed their display for the season, my heart races knowing that means the sale section will be robust.

Our decor is, predominantly, Pottery Barn (and, these days, PB Baby/Kids) so when we needed a sectional-type sofa for the media room, that’s where I turned. On delivery day, it snowed — hard. We’d gotten a good eight inches with several more predicted. R wasn’t home, and our road — and driveway — hadn’t been plowed.

When the delivery guys tried to get up our road, they got stuck, and called me to share their predicament.  Continue reading

If you can dream it

couponsThere’s that expression “if you can dream it, you can do it.” Thing is, I regularly “dream” I’m giving birth, and yet I haven’t been able to “do” it. In each scenario, the process is painless, quick and simple (and that is why they’re called “dreams”).

Because I’m overdue, and likely on my way to being induced, last night I imagined we were going to the hospital — and I had a coupon code for an induction.

A coupon code?! Continue reading

I’m not impatient

kristi negative weeks

That negative “1” is about to become a “2.”

“When were you due?”
“How long will you go till you’re induced?”
“I bet you’re tired of being pregnant?”

As I write this, I’m approaching the “two weeks overdue” mark. Most every woman I know says the last month is horrible, and you’re just “done.”

For me, the last month was probably the best.

I went for seven straight days without throwing up (something that hasn’t really happened since March). I haven’t been tired. Nothing really “hurts” (other than the intermittent and rare bought of Braxton Hicks) and I can (finally) see a commercial featuring poultry and not gag. My only complaint would be I wake every 30 to 90 minutes to go to the bathroom — all.night.long. But, hey, as one of my OB/GYNs said: I’ll be one of the rare women who may just sleep more with a newborn, rather than less. Continue reading