Oh, the endless worry that is pregnancy. There’s more craziness in this week’s “Love, Recorded” column, in which we get another ultrasound, Bear jumps into the window pane, and my two cousins are let loose on Boston. “Getting Ready.”
“You’re very protective of her,” my aunt says. The other day, we went to a noisy bar and I worried about the baby’s hearing. I wonder what I am supposed to do, just hand over our child to Michael Jackson?
In other news, a tiny piece of I’M NOT SAYING, I’M JUST SAYING went up at Blip Magazine (formerly Rick, formerly Mississippi Review online). It’s called, “What’s the Opposite of Succubus?”