Because it needs to be said

I give my husband a hard time. Sometimes it's warranted. And he knows that.

Other times, it's my ridiculously high standards, 4th pregnancy bitchiness, or a pretty brutal combination of the two. But let's just say I don't generally let much slide.

However, last week I got a gentle tongue lashing that reminded me that my way is not always the best way. And that in many ways my husband and I are more alike than different - just parents in the trenches trying to do the best that we can on any given day. 

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Late last year, I did a Mominatrix podcast about Flibanserin, (which, by the way, is returning tomorrow from a brief hiatus) hailed as the female or "pink" viagra, which has subsequently been tossed out by the FDA. I was asked to discuss the idea of a female libido pill, as well as other medical and alternative "treatments" for low sex drive in women, over at BlogHer today.

I think my idea of a "make men more attentive in the bedroom and around the house" pill might be a better approach. What about you?

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Many of you have been super supportive of The Shredheads and my weight loss journey from last year which has now turned into a "let's not eat five Meximelts in one sitting" pregnancy.

Well, the authors of the book "Run Like a Mother" were kind enough to feature me over at their blog today, where I discuss how I lost the post-baby weight with the 30 Day Shred*, as well as a few other fun running tidbits. 

They even made a funny pun with my last name which hasn't happened since 1st grade when some kid tormented me with "Chase Kristen Chase Kristen!" Thankfully, I moved past the trauma. Last year. And can giggle at their creativity.

*For some reason, the link isn't working now - I'll update it when it's back up and running (heh get it?).

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And finally, remember when Margot had strep? And then I thought I had strep and still have the knot from my penicillin shot? And then we thought my husband had strep so he took the antibiotics we had sitting around?

Well, Drew was complained twice of a sore throat yesterday, so I figured that even though he had no fever or other symptoms, he probably finally got it so I drove 45 minutes to our pediatrician for them to tell me that he's perfectly fine AND that we all probably just had a virus, which I would have figured out had I insisted that they swab Margot instead of just looking at her throat and slightly infected ear.

I'm trying not to beat myself up about it since I had a gut feeling that it wasn't strep and that they should have swabbed her. And then when my antibiotics didn't really work for almost 72 hours, I really should have known.

But you know, I'm not a freaking doctor!

Needless to say, I've decided to take one big lesson away from this: 3.5 year olds have no freaking clue what the hell they're talking about.