I spent last night in a post-apocalypic wasteland where buildings were falling down all around me, and I had about thirty seconds to run through my apartment getting everything I needed packed into a tiny bag before it collapsed. I remember being extremely concerned about making sure that I located the cord that lets me download photos to my computer.
That's a tough one, huh?
Let me tell you a sort of sad story about a twelve-year-old me.
I am so annoyed that I forgot my camera on Friday night, because my girlfriends and I went first to the Boom Boom Room (at the top of The Standard Hotel in Meatpacking) and then to Fig & Olive for dinner to celebrate Morgan's birthday, and it was all so fun and beautiful.
I guess it seems obvious in retrospect, but prior to Sunday I was genuinely confused about how a prenatal massage worked. Namely...how do they do it?
There is SO much information and judgment out there about pregnancy and how to "do it right," and the simple truth is that there is no single "right" way to "do" pregnancy.
