The Brutal Truth About Dressing a Baby Girl (Without Losing Your Mind)
I was sitting on the floor of my living room at eight months pregnant with my oldest, surrounded by a mountain of pink tulle, microscopic denim jackets, and bodysuits with more buttons than a Victorian corset. My baby shower had...
Surviving the baby markt: what I bought versus what actually works
The screen brightness is turned all the way down to a sliver, but it still burns my retinas. It's 3:14 in the morning. I'm trapped under a sleeping ten-pound dictator who will wake up if I shift my left leg...
Dear Past Jess: The Brutal Truth About That Graco Baby Swing
It's 2:14 AM. You're sitting on the edge of the guest bed in your milk-stained maternity sweatpants, desperately scrolling the internet with your phone brightness turned all the way down so you don't wake the toddler in the next room....
When Does a Baby Have a Heartbeat? The Real Truth From a Mom
I'm sitting on the cold bathroom tile at two in the morning, seven-ish weeks pregnant with my oldest son, covered in cheap aloe vera gel I panic-bought on Amazon. I'm aggressively jabbing a forty-dollar plastic at-home fetal doppler into my...
When do you feel baby move: The messy timeline
I was exactly eighteen weeks pregnant with Maya, standing in the middle of a Target aisle wearing oversized maternity jeans that kept sliding down my hips, when my phone vibrated three times in a row. I had one hand clutching...
Is It Teething or That Dreaded Ear Infection? My 3 AM Guide
It was 2:14 AM on a Tuesday. Maya was about seven months old, and I was wearing a pair of gray sweatpants that definitely had mashed avocado crusted onto the left knee from lunch. My husband was pacing the living...
The Real Truth About Picking Cute Baby Boy Names
I was exactly 34 weeks pregnant with Leo, sitting on the cold linoleum floor of a devastatingly bright Target aisle at 9 PM, wearing maternity leggings that smelled faintly of old string cheese, and I was crying. Full-on, ugly-crying next...
Late Night Googling: Cheer Up Baby Full Movie and Other Tactics
The glow of my phone screen was the only light in the living room, and it was aggressively illuminating the spit-up crusted on my left shoulder. It was 2:14 AM. My husband was snoring in the bedroomβa sound that made...
Surviving the bye bye baby phase without losing your mind
I'm standing in the doorway of a toddler room that smells like wet wipes and desperation. My daughter's fingers are locked into the fabric of my jeans with the grip strength of a rock climber. Another mother just walked in,...