She’s obnoxious. She’s distasteful. She’s a sociopath. And she’s usually drunk. She also represents something that no mom can avoid.
I feel guilty when my frustration, exhaustion, and despair consumes me. I have two beautiful healthy children. Shouldn’t I just be grateful?
After over 4 years of blogging anonymously, using code names for me and my husband, I’m done. I’m coming out of the blogger closet.
It is real, and it does exist. You can avoid it by never, ever bragging in a public forum about what a good sleeper your baby is.
Women deserve to give birth however they damn well please. Why are some hospitals standing in the way?
When your first pregnancy ends at 37 weeks, every day past that is a whole new level of discomfort and impatience. But for me, every day I creep closer to the 40-week mark means a higher chance of my husband missing Squeak’s birth.