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I was standing in the middle of a Target aisle at 8:42 PM on a Tuesday, wearing maternity sweatpants with a questionable, crusty yogurt stain on the left thigh, when my husband confidently suggested the name "Garth" for our unborn...

My mother-in-law told me infants only arrive during full moons. My old charge nurse at Northwestern swore Tuesday mornings were a cursed tidal wave of inductions. And the cashier at Trader Joe's confidently informed me, while bagging my frozen samosas,...

I was standing in the middle of the H-E-B diaper aisle, eight months pregnant with my oldest, sobbing uncontrollably next to the butt paste because I suddenly realized the beautiful, vintage name we had spent six months choosing was going...

I was sitting on my back porch in 103-degree Texas heat, seven months pregnant with my oldest, sobbing uncontrollably into a spiral notebook. My husband had just walked outside with a glass of ice water, taken one look at my...