Heading back to work, and it’s time to see what from my pre-baby wardrobe will fit me. Guess how this story turns out?
In the nearly two years I’ve been a mom, I have learned a lot — mostly through trial and error and more error — about parenting, babies, and myself.
We didn’t find out Peanut’s gender before she was born, and we don’t know Squeak’s either. Here’s why you should do the same.
On the eve of my embryo transfer, I’m not thinking about tomorrow. I’m thinking about December 9, 2011, and trying my damnedest to have my own little Groundhog Day.
I’ve made it over the first hurdle in this process — my pre-transfer ultrasound. Now my mind is swimming with statistics, and I’m terrified about making it through the next steps.