The Truth About Predicting Your Baby's Sex (And Baking Soda)
I was sitting cross-legged on the cold, unforgiving hexagonal tiles of our rental apartmentβs bathroom at 3 AM, wearing my husbandβs faded college sweatpants and holding a red plastic cup that contained a mixture of my own urine and Arm...
The Truth About Tracking Your Baby Size by Week in Pregnancy
It was a Tuesday at like 9:15 AM, and I was exactly 24 weeks pregnant with Leo. I was sitting in the terrifyingly quiet waiting room of my OB-GYNβs office, sweating straight through my favorite grey Zara sweater even though...
What Actually Decides If You're Having a Boy or a Girl
I was six weeks pregnant with my oldest, aggressively dry-heaving into a paper cup in the passenger seat of my husband's truck, when my grandma leaned forward from the backseat and said, "If you want a girl, you need to...
Top Baby Names: Picking One Without Starting a Family Feud
I was sitting at my kitchen island at 37 weeks pregnant with my oldest, eating dry cereal out of the box, staring at a yellow legal pad that looked like the diary of a madman. It was just a giant...
My Sunny Side Up Baby Gave Me the Back Labor From Absolute Hell
It was 3:14 AM on the linoleum floor of Room 4 at Mt. Sinai, and I was wearing my husband Markβs faded 2012 indie band tour t-shirt because nothing else fit my massive, 40-weeks-pregnant body. I was clutching the hospital...
Late-Night Google Spirals: The Truth on Baby Hiccups in Womb
You're lying on your left side in the dark. It's roughly three in the morning, and your abdomen is executing a very specific, rhythmic jerk every four seconds. It feels less like the miraculous flutter of new life and more...
The 2 AM Envelope Meltdown and Other Baby Shower Realities
It was exactly 11:43 PM on a Tuesday, and I was sitting on my living room rug wearing my husbandβs stained college sweatpants, aggressively stress-eating cold leftover macaroni and cheese out of a Tupperware container. Spread out around me were...
The brutal truth about picking baby shower places in the summer
It was ninety-four degrees in the Lincoln Park Conservatory when I realized my sister-in-law had made a terrible mistake. She had booked a corner of the botanical garden for my baby shower because the natural lighting filtering through the glass...
Debugging Baby Shower Venues: A Portland Dad's Honest Breakdown
My mother-in-law cornered me by the fridge to say the party absolutely had to happen in a formal tea room with finger sandwiches and little forks. Two hours later, my lead developer sent a Slack message insisting we just host...