Motherhood automatically sharpens your sense of perspective.
Does the crustified food stuck to your forehead bug you? At all?
I Was Supposed To Be The Chill ‘Fed Is Best’ Mom, So Why Am I So Obsessed With Breastfeeding Exclusively?
Throughout my pregnancy, whenever friends, family members, or strangers asked if I was going to breastfeed, I always chimed, “I’m going to try my best!” I prided myself on approaching the matter rationally, understanding that there was another person—my unborn daughter, whom I hadn’t even met yet—who factored into the equation.
When the slightly plump, bearded 60-something approached our table on his way out of the restaurant, I wasn’t surprised that he was staring at my infant.
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.