I want her to laugh at something that made her feel embarrassed months before, and to realize that time heals in almost all scenarios.
22 Weeks: Your fetus is the size of a coconut and you’ve finally popped, which means that if you clutch your stomach in the right manner, strangers can no longer avoid sacrificing their seat for you on the subway (unless of course they’re an a-hole).
“Rude. Not answering.”
What color is my newborn baby’s poop supposed to be?
Quality Time: You’re the mom who shows up.
Being a new mom is really about a subtle, permanent shift in perspective. It’s about making room within your identity for being a mother on top of everything else.
I’m the mom who wants to slay all your dragons and breathe fire on anyone who dares to hurt you.
I am not a black heart emoji simply because I happen to relish my time away from home.
Yay! You did it! You made a human! That, in and of itself, is a MAJOR accomplishment. Don’t forget it.
It seems wrong to prey on a mother’s undying love for her child, which is so easily exploited, to sell her needless shit.