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Sucker Punched by the Stork

Some women think pregnancy is a beautiful journey. I'm not one of them.

10 August

I'm not quite sure how I got here. I'm 36 and reluctantly walking down the path to motherhood after being sucker punched by the stork. And my journey is gin-free and smoke-free and not what I was intending to occupy my time for the next six months.

Here's the deal: I want to expose the myths of how "great" being pregnant is as perpetuated by media, magazines and modern society... While it's a spectacular, amazing, awe-inspiring journey for many, that's not the case for all of us. No rainbows. No existential ponderings on the beauty of reproduction. What you get here will be the nitty-gritty, oh-so-unlady-like mental meanderings of real life.

Here is the true story of me, Baby Daddy (aka Mike), and The Goat (aka Baby).

Just a touch of realism for those hunting the stork. Or caught by the stork.