Sixteen. That was the size Jennifer Weiner could fit into during her early adult life. In college she ate as many second, thirds, fourths, etc as she could. After her daughter, Lucy, was two years old the first number on the scale at the doctor’s office …show more content…
In other words, kids are a menace. Jennifer Weiner’s expectations of having her first child wasn’t at all like she planned, then again is it ever? The schedule she set out for her baby’s eating and sleeping habits was shredded and the guilt of putting her baby on the formula made her question her actions as a mother. “Fran’s bemusement at my plans and my books—so this is how people do it these days?—was giving way to real anxiety. By then I was crying almost as much as the baby. I was going days without finding time for a shower; the piles of unwashed laundry were reaching mountainous proportions, there were dishes stacked in the sink, half-emptied grocery bags on the counters, beside heaps of unsorted mail and unpaid bills, and I was angry all the time, angry at my husband for not being psychic and not knowing exactly what I wanted exactly when I wanted it; angry at the baby for being so hard to soothe and please; and most of all, angry at myself.” Lucy was not how Jennifer expected raising a child would be. She retaliated against every book and routine her mother set out and caused high stress while her tired and beat down mother tried to make a go of things, all on her …show more content…
She started her family, she had two dogs named Wendell and Moochie, however Wendell died before Moochie was ever adopted. Her first husband was Adam, the father of her two children and the husband she did everything with during her early adult life. Bill Syken, an author himself, was her second husband. Jennifer married Bill at the age of forty-five and attempted to conceive a child with him during the same year. Although it was risky, Jennifer carried a baby before having a miscarriage soon after. “Bill buys me a beautiful ring and basically shoves it at me over the dinner table. “Aren’t you going to say anything?” I ask, shaking my head at the total and complete absence of sentiment. “Jennifer Anges Weiner, will you marry me?” Good enough. I glare at him a little longer, which gives him time to explain that he’s so anxious about having something that expensive in his care that he wanted to make it my responsibility as soon as he could.” At the time of their proposal Jennifer is pregnant and thinking of names for the child while preparing for the wedding. Even at forty-five Jennifer is determined to make a go of things, trying not to be held back by her age. She marries Bill, despite her miscarriage, and is much happier with the new additions to her family, both Bill and Moochie, while staying surrounded by her existing