My son turns 3 months this week. I know I’m feeling like he’s getting so big so fast because I had a dream last night that he already started walking. They don’t lie when they say there’s no manual for parenting. This was so evident by our recent run to the pediatric ER. Continue reading
Little Love is heavy. He’s a substantial baby. I am a weak, weak person. In my adult life I have always been on the punier side. This makes transporting him a tad difficult when I’m by myself. I can still carry him comfortably enough for short periods of time; when I’m running errands, however, I need an efficient way to shuffle him around.
This is where baby carriers come in—or so I thought. Continue reading
Before kids. I live in the After Kids era. I am in 0.2 AK. I had 24 years BK. 24 years of my life before children entered the picture. I was so cocky. I’d see a kid wailing in public and think, “Oh that poor mom. Well, never me. I will know all my child’s needs prior to the public breakdown.” I can’t say that all women who plan to have kids think that through their BK years, but I can say that many a women have been there. And any woman AK knows that it is foolish to pretend like your infant child isn’t in charge. Continue reading
Trying to look presentable with a baby fresh out of the womb is hard. Yes, they seemingly sleep 18 hours a day, but unfortunately none of those hours are when I’m trying to get ready. Continue reading
1 induction, 26 hours of labor and 1 c-section later, and I have a son. Continue reading
In 2 days my life will change. I am scheduled to bring my little one into the world. Continue reading
I like change when it’s on my own terms. I’m sure many people can relate. I like having a predictable routine that lends itself to some stability. That’s mainly why I’m terrified of having this child. Continue reading