A few months ago, JS and I had a bit of a mishap with our birth control. We, naturally, stayed calm and discussed our options freaked the hell out and bought about a gazillion pee sticks. Luckily for us*, I was not pregnant.
Just a couple of weeks ago, before I fell asleep, I sleepily said to JS, “I’m so glad it turned out I wasn’t pregnant. Otherwise I’d have to program the TiVo to record shit like Dora the Explorer and Elmo instead of Will & Grace reruns.”
JS thought this was all very funny. I was genuinely relieved.
So, here’s the question for the Rockabye book giveaway:
If you suddenly discovered you were about to have a child, what’s the most selfish thing you’d hate to change about your life?
(If you’re already a parent, then what was one of those sudden “Oh shit!” thoughts you had along the same lines?)
The winner (judged by me, and if I can’t decide, then by Tonks - who, I might add, will judge solely based on the taste of your name on the ballot) will get an autographed copy of Rebecca Woolf’s (of Girl’s Gone Child) Rockabye, an autobiographical book about having to adapt a single-girl lifestyle to the sudden reality of being pregnant with her first child.
I will contact the winner via email on Friday (or on Monday, depending on the response) and ask for a mailing address, which I will then send to Rebecca so she can mail the book herself. (For anyone concerned, neither Rebecca nor I will use your address for any other reason than to send you a free, autographed copy of her book).
Good luck to everyone! And if you know of someone who might be interested in the book, email/call/floo powder them and tell them to enter the contest!
PS - If you live in the San Diego area, come by Borders in Carlsbad Wednesday night (4/9) at 7:00 to see Rebecca Woolf in person for a book signing! I’ll be there, geeking out covering the event for mah blog.
*And I do mean “for us.” It was not the right time for us to be having a child. It does not mean woe be to anyone who finds themselves pregnant. It just means that I’m very, very glad I did not have to deal with some very difficult decisions at that particular time.
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Honestly, I’d hate to have to dumb down my sport or video game playing ability to make it easier for a 10 year old. Wait, no 10 year old of mine will be bad at video games or baseball.
Regardless, I’m goign to be a terrible, er, great father.
Here’s a better one: I’d have to ride the boring rides at Disneyland.
Wait, are there boring rides at Disneyland?
The *most* selfish thing?
I’d really resent not being able to hang out in bars anymore. I mean, yeah, technically I *could*, but there are some things that are too white trash to contemplate, and one of them is sitting at the counter next to The Wookiee, drinking a margarita, Baby Bjorn slung over my back. But I *like* hanging out in bars, sometimes for hours, watching the baseball game, eating my weight in buffalo wings. I do this a couple of times a week. With a baby, if I was very very lucky, it’d be a couple of times a season.
After that I’d have to say losing the freedom to eat a jar of Lavender White Chocolate sauce for dinner and not feel guilty about setting a bad nutritional example.