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There are few phrases I hate more than…

Push present.

If I ever found myself pregnant (and a dude were actually involved), I’d make it oh-so-clear from the point of conception that those words are never to be uttered around me or even about me.

Gifts to commemorate the momentous occasion are fine. I’ll take this. Just don’t ever, ever say push present.

P.S. I hope this cake was a joke.

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Because I AM here to judge

I proclaim this woman, whose essay appeared in the New York Times, to be one part brave and two parts absolutely insanely foolhardy.

An excerpt:

I decided to do my prenatal appointments and delivery at the French military hospital, Bouffard. The anesthesiologist did little to reassure me.

“Sign this,” he said in French, sliding a piece of paper across the desk. “It says you have considered the risks of giving birth in Djibouti, that we can’t medevac you out, and that you understand there are no proper neonatal pediatricians and no neonatal care in the country.”

I gulped and skimmed the paper, which also explained that, should I need a Caesarean, he would perform it.

“I recommend you go to France,” he said. “Or Dubai.”

I shook my head. “My husband is an English professor, and the university will already be in session. I can’t do it alone.”

 

What do you think?