Other Ingredients

My Chemical Romance: My husband.

Animal and Mineral: My twins boys, aged 8. Born vaginally in a hospital, with the help of a wonderful doula. Mineral is older, in case you were curious. Animal is bigger (he wanted me to write that).

The Informant: My older girl, aged 5. Born in a birth center.

My Masterpiece: My next girl, aged 3. Born in a birth pool in our bedroom.

Dog Without a Downside: My Cardigan Welsh Corgi, who has Optic Neuritis. Born in New York state, near an Amish farm, in case you were curious.

Wii: My best friend. *Wii is an actual person, not a game console.

Tax Deduction: Also known as “Wow. I am really AM the most fertile woman on the planet.” Born at home on Christmas Day!

Nice-Nice: My friend who blogs at Navelgazing and runs the Black Women Do Breastfeed blog. Sure, she seems really really nice when she’s helping you power-cook for a trip to see Heather — until you, in early pregnancy, happen to fall asleep during a movie, and then she wakes you up. (The movie, by the way, was Babies. I kept saying, “But I’ve seen this movie four times and I’m going to see it again in December!”) She was briefly Evil-Evil but I’ve decided to forgive her.

Friday Night Jugs: Every Friday night, My Chemical Romance goes out for Nerd Night, and I have my girlfriends (and their babies) over for Friday Night Jugs. We eat and play cards and/or games.

To be added:

The Happy Mathlete

Mary Fucking Poppins

and a few others who need nicknames!