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I was sitting in Dr. Sarah’s office with my firstborn, completely drenched in postpartum sweats, staring at that cold metal infant scale like it was a judge handing down a life sentence. The crinkly paper on the exam table was...

Everyone tells you that once you hit the sixteen-week mark, the clouds part and the angels sing. They call it the end of the fourth trimester, like you're suddenly crossing a finish line into this magical land of predictable naps...