I always imagined that when I was pregnant, I would do everything right.  I’d eat super foods, take prenatal vitamins daily, exercise regularly and read all the books (shoots arm up with a mighty fist).   For the first 15 weeks of my pregnancy, I drank only sparkling apple juice, forced down bagels and cream cheese, and relentlessly chewed Trident …

Continue reading

Fish. The word sounds like letting air out of a tire. It smells like somewhere I shouldn’t be. Just seeing the word on the page makes me sit back a little farther. When I was two years old, my mom gave me tuna, I broke out in a body rash, and a handful of years …

Continue reading