Isn’t it funny how the first time, you’re positive you’re going to die? I got my first after going through childbirth twice, one all natural, the other with minimal pain relief, and I promise you the stone was so much worse.

But then when it happens again, even if its a worse episode than the first one, you’re all gladiator mma with that little fucker…

At least that is what happened with me.

I still don’t know what I want to be when I grow up, but I know I want it to be spelled right and punctuated correctly. I guess that’s something.

I still don’t know what I want to be when I grow up, but I know I want it to be spelled right and punctuated correctly. I guess that’s something.