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.
I partook in a few pregnancy “no-nos” in the past week and got to thinking: why are we so uptight about this stuff?
The real “fun” of pregnancy comes in the third trimester, when your belly is always in the way and you can’t move around like you want. Suddenly everything gets harder. A lot harder. I couldn’t figure out why it was so difficult… until I had a lightbulb moment last week.