With your bad back, Ed, you shouldn't be throwing anything

I had an OB checkup yesterday, and when I rolled up my shirt so my doctor could listen to the baby's heartbeat, she took one look at me and exclaimed "Wow! You are carrying low!" And even though I already sort of knew that I was carrying low, there's something about hearing your doctor in a state of shock that makes you wonder if it's suddenly a bad thing. She said we're totally fine, but my shape does explain why I often feel like somebody's kicked me in the crotch. This is a lovely post, isn't it? Are you eating a bagel right now? Do you still want to? Ha!

I saw that news story this morning about the missing mom in Chicago whose husband is a cop 30 years her senior whom she had previously claimed was too controlling. Not to rush to judgment here, but he totally killed her. What kind of sick dude in his 50's marries an 18-year-old girl anyway? Gross. I can remember once or twice being in my early 20's and having some old dude act interested in me, and my reaction was as such: Ewwww! And then I'd run away. It just icks me out.