In this video footage, a 7-months-pregnant woman paddle-surfs calmly past me. I'm standing on the world-famous Malibu pier, where people literally fish for sharks: I look out, and here is this serene, happy person -- very pregnant -- standing on a board, oar in water, gliding by. Some people excel at living in the moment, and they inspire me.

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The majority of births in the Western world take place in hospitals. But the assumption that hospital births are safer than home births is one that is being challenged.
Check it out: I have spent the last month at home with my wife and new baby girl and 4 1/2 year old son. The score is now tied: Boys 2, Girls 2; how will we ever decide anything?
It was the first time since who knows when that I have not worked at least part time. It was fun but tiring too. I did everything: shop, cook, clean, laundry---everything but nurse the baby. It brought back a lot of funny memories from having our son, the first one being my honorary ordination into the Lonely Hearts Shopping Club.
As my wife reached the later stage of pregnancy with our first child, I started going to the market a lot more and at stranger hours. My regular trip though, was Friday night between 8 pm and 12 am. This was the exact time slot of the speed metal radio show on the local college station, so my soundtrack to and from was always some pretty serious metal ("It come from hell." Jack Black).
During the first few Friday night trips, I didn't see anything unusual, just that the store was pretty empty, which I liked. About my third trip though, I noticed two distinct demographics at cosmic odds with each other: A) singles (i.e. unmarried folks) preparing for a weekend in and B) singles just dropping by to grab a bottle of wine/twelve-pack of beer/party favors, on their way somewhere. Group A always looks tired, slightly ragged and lost, frequently looking to the top shelf of each aisle, as if some type of hope or salvation could be found there, closer to the heavens. Group B is the opposite: energetic, dressed for the town, and on a mission - procure party supplies. Group B doesn't stick around for very long and can typically be found only in the booze and deli sections; They are sometimes harder to spot because of this. Group A leaves more of an impression as they meander from aisle to aisle, filling their carts with staples, guilty pleasures, and the obligatory bottle of wine to be drunk solo. This trip to the store is slightly painful for them, an hollow experience that fuels an existence of one.
After that third trip, I began keeping a tally of Group B and dubbing them The Lonely Hearts Shopping Club. Most nights I would count four to five members, passing each one several times, playing matchmaker in my mind: hmmm...yogurt lady and chip aisle guy could work, now how can I get them together?....ah forget it.
Now with our second baby here, my first, late-night trip to the store launched me back into the club. But now living a younger, busier part of town, I was overwhelmed by the activity. In my bachelor era, I had never tried to meet anyone in the grocery store, but your chances have to better than in a bar right? There is definitely more of an awkwardness factor for some reason, but people are also a bit more real and maybe a little off-guard too.
If you happen to find something in the store that looks interesting, check it out.

We all agree that stretch marks are unsightly and for most women, uncomfortable to have. I recently had this conversation with a mate because I too am afflicted by these seemingly incurable curse.
Today Rachel went into premature labor and delivered their son. He didn't even take a breath and was still born. These two had the choice early on to terminate the pregnancy due to the birth defects, but they chose to keep it and give it a chance. They are good people and they could use our support.
Thanks to everyone who has kept them in your prayers and now we ask you pray for them during their grieving period.