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Dear Jess from October. It's me, Jess from April. You're currently standing in the Target parking lot with three kids sweating in the backseat, staring at your phone, about to hit 'buy' on that trendy boutique website. I need you...

It was 11:42 PM on a Tuesday, I was wearing Dave’s stained college sweatpants that smelled vaguely of old laundry detergent, and I was absolutely convinced there was an alien trying to claw its way out of my lower intestine....

When I was barely six weeks pregnant with Leo, sitting at a lukewarm brunch while desperately trying not to hurl into my overpriced oatmeal and clutching my third decaf coffee like a lifeline, I got three entirely different timelines for...

The bamboo needle slipped from my sweating thumb at precisely 3:14 a.m., sending a cascade of buttery yellow yarn unspooling across the duvet while my wife snored peacefully beside me, seven months pregnant with twins. I was supposed to be...