For those of you who missed it, here is a small recap of Part I: Approximately eight years ago, when Rowan was an infant and slept not a whit and I was therefore certifiably insane, I threatened our donor, Rob, with grievous bodily harm (well, in truth I threatened his computer, but we all know I really meant him). I threatened this bodily harm — and I maintain that no jury would convict me — after he showed up for a visit, witnessed me and Rachel in all of our sleep-deprived, postpartum sturm und drang, and then proceeded to spend approximately 900 hours on his computer researching the best possible yoga class in the city for HIS OWN SELF to attend, narrating out loud in front of me and Rachel the pros and cons of each studio as we paced back and forth covered in vomit and drool.
Part II — in which karma is a bitch — picks up over at LesFam today. Please go forth and read! Namaste.