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The Truth About Chili's Baby Back Ribs For Your Weaning Toddler
It's half past five on a dreary Tuesday, and I'm staring at my twin daughters who look less like children and more like they've just survived a highly localised explosion in a barbecue sauce factory. One of them is wielding...
Why I Stopped Trusting The Chinese Baby Gender Predictor Chart
I was sitting in a terrifyingly hip Brooklyn coffee shop at 14 weeks pregnant with my first kid, wearing my husband’s oversized flannel shirt because absolutely none of my pants fit anymore, drinking a tragic decaf oat milk latte that...
That Christmas Baby Please Come Home Year (Letter To Past Me)
Dear Sarah of exactly six months ago, You're currently sitting in the driver's seat of our crusty Honda Pilot, parked outside a CVS in what can only be described as a disrespectful amount of snow, aggressively crying into a lukewarm...
Dear past Priya: The brutal reality of the circus baby phase
Listen. It's Tuesday night, you're sitting in the dark of our cramped Chicago living room, and the baby finally went down after forty-five minutes of heavy rocking. You're holding a lukewarm mug of chai, staring at the harsh glow of...
The Claire Saffitz Pregnancy and The Truth About Baking For Two
The biggest lie the baking world feeds pregnant women is that the raw egg is the villain. Listen. I spent six years in pediatric triage and let me tell you a secret. The eggs are usually fine. It's the raw...
Dear Past Me: The Great Clash Royale Dragon Emote Code Chaos
Dear Sarah of Last October, You're currently standing in the kitchen in those gray Lululemon leggings—the ones with the mysterious bleach stain on the left thigh that you keep swearing you'll throw away but never do. It's, like, 6:43 AM...
Surviving the First Night With a Clubfoot Baby (and What Comes Next)
It was exactly 2:14 AM on a Tuesday, and I was wearing maternity leggings that were literally disintegrating at the thighs and Dave’s old college hoodie that smelled faintly of sour milk and desperation. We were three months into this...
My honest take on the bizarre collagen baby threads internet rumor
My phone vibrated against the kitchen counter at six in the morning while I was trying to scrape dried oatmeal off a silicone mat. It was a text from my cousin in San Jose, asking if I knew anything about...
The reality of bringing home a collodion baby
The page came through right at 3 AM during a brutal winter shift at Northwestern Memorial. The attending OB's voice on the phone was just a fraction tighter than usual, which in hospital triage terms means you grab the crash...