I admit it — I’ve been cheating a little bit. When folks ask me how pregnant I am, I pad the number just a teeny weeny bit. I’m not lying. Just bending the rules a little.
What to do when something happens, but it isn’t enough to be a blog on its own? Combine all the mini stories into a bunch of Peanut Shorts!
Looking for a new job shouldn’t be a search for the right kind of health insurance.
I’m a huge proponent of leaving your baby’s gender a secret — from your friends, family, and yourself. Here, I make a case for the biggest surprise of your life.
If you’re drafting a holiday pregnancy announcement status update, pause for just a moment before you tell the world.
I never minded being the parent with the full-time gig… but now that I’m back to work full time, I’m bitter about the discrepancy in “Me Time” between us.
All summer long, I looked forward to my maternity leave. Now that it’s over, I’ve decided that this working mother stuff is for the birds.
Breastfeeding isn’t as easy as some bitches make it look. Kidding aside, it is harder than it seems, and feelings toward it can be complicated.
We’ve all seen them: new mothers who look like crap in public. I pitied them, thinking they should really take more time for themselves. What the hell was I thinking?