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I was sitting on the floor of Leo's nursery—which, by the way, was painted this color called "Sea Salt" that ultimately just looked like a bruised vein in the wrong light—sweating entirely through my third nursing bra of the day....

Dear Priya from six months ago. You're currently sitting on a sterile puppy pad in a stranger's living room studio, sweating through your nursing bra while a woman named Crystal adjusts a giant ring light. You have a fresh milk...