Lonely, Miserable, Pregnant: and totally hilariousAndrea Askowitz has the best life in the world.  She's pregnant and healthy.  She has friends and family who love her.  She has money and meaningful work.  And all she can do is obsess about the one thing she doesn't have: Kate, her ex-girlfriend.  My Miserable, Lonely, Lesbian Pregnancy is a funny, whiny, all-too-real account of one girl's true adventure in maternity.  

In week 8, her sense of smell becomes so strong that she can tell what deodorant people are wearing.  In week 28, she plans a pity party, complete with black-only dress code and a violin player: "It isn't an attempt to make fun of myself, because that would be too joyous."

Andrea's life reads like an antidote to sugar-sweet pregnancy guides and memoirs.  Irreverent and whip-smart, My Miserable, Lonely, Lesbian Pregnancy is potent therapy for ill-timed break-ups, leg cramps, constipation, and every other downside to a dream come true.

Over the past week, Andrea has bravely served as Jewcy's resident lonely, miserable lesbian (she's not pregnant anymore, but her partner is).  She's wondered about the possibility of having a hybrid baptism/bris, taught us that anyone can perform a baptism, searched for a baby name that will satisfy both her and her Latin lover, suggested that circumcision falls somewhere between ear piercing and foot binding, and finally admitted that she simply doesn't speak a lick of Red.  Check out her posts, join in the conversation, and pick up a copy of her hilarious book.