
The many flavors of Lucille Bluth
She’s obnoxious. She’s distasteful. She’s a sociopath. And she’s usually drunk. She also represents something that no mom can avoid.
She’s obnoxious. She’s distasteful. She’s a sociopath. And she’s usually drunk. She also represents something that no mom can avoid.
Having my babies delivered a mix of effort and emotion unlike anything I had ever experienced. I sound crazy, but I loved every excruciating second of giving birth.
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?
One-kid envy, breastfeeding struggles, my fascinating two-year-old, and Sesame Street overdoses. Parenting potpourri!
After Peanut’s weird birth, I had no idea what to expect. And just like last time, I had a super weird delivery that went completely off the rails.
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.