What to wear to a baby shower when nothing fits (a survival guide)
Sarah was wedged inside a floral maternity dress that had, seemingly overnight, transformed from breezy summer elegance into a highly restrictive sausage casing. It was mid-July, she was thirty-two weeks pregnant with the twins, and our own baby shower was...
Stop Buying Tiny Suits: The Truth About Dressing Baby Boys
I'm currently staring at a giant plastic tote bin in my garage, holding a pair of stiff, mustard-yellow baby corduroy overalls that still have the tags on them. Next to them is a tiny plaid button-down shirt that feels suspiciously...
The Completely Unfiltered Reality Behind the Cute Baby Aesthetic
It was 3:14 AM on a Tuesday in late November, and I was wearing an oversized, pill-covered grey fleece robe that smelled violently of sour milk and desperation. My daughter Maya was exactly seven weeks old. I was holding her...
Am I Really Having The Biggest Baby Ever Born? My Honest Take
There I was at 38 weeks pregnant, standing in line at the local H-E-B just praying my water wouldn't break near the seasonal aisle, when the cashier took one look at my belly and told me I needed to stop...
The Truth About the Baby Reindeer Cast Before You Hit Search
I was elbow-deep in a pile of clean laundry that had been sitting on the armchair for four solid days, casually typing "baby reindeer" into my phone with one thumb. I was just trying to find a matching woodland holiday...
The Absolute Mess of Dressing an Infant in a Baby Pink Dress
I'm sitting in the back pew of a Baptist church in the dead heat of a Texas July, sweating right through my own linen top, while my six-month-old daughter screams bloody murder. It was 2019, my oldest was my guinea...
Before and After: Debugging the Weird Hardware of a Baby Foot
Last Tuesday at 3 AM, I found myself holding my son's left ankle like I was inspecting a suspicious external hard drive, trying to figure out how his toes were suddenly jammed completely sideways inside his pajamas. The nursery monitor...
Raising A Brooklyn Baby Without Losing Your Mind Or Floor Space
Sitting on the floor of my sister's fourth-floor walk-up in Park Slope, I was aggressively sweating while trying to collapse a luxury stroller with one hand. I was holding a screaming six-month-old in the other. Someone in the apartment below...
Why I Stopped Trusting the Chinese Conception Chart for 2025
Sitting at my sticky kitchen island with my mom back in 2019, I was twenty weeks pregnant, sweating through my favorite maternity shirt, and squinting at a printed grid she brought over from her Tuesday church group. She had two...