One thing they used to tell new bloggers was never to write about how tired you are or how you have nothing to write about.
I just want to finish this pregnancy weighing less than President Physical Fitness claims to weigh, and I don’t think that’s too much to ask.
If you’re in a certain demographic of impending motherhood, breastfeeding is not really a recommendation: it’s an assumption.
Before I got pregnant, I assumed that I would know a lot about my baby long before she was born. I’m reasonably sure I was wrong.
Yesterday was the scariest day of my pregnancy so far.
There was always a fair chance that would be the case, given that the 20-week anatomy scan was scheduled for that date.
Did you know that about a quarter of American women return to work within two weeks of giving birth?
Before I got pregnant, I thought I knew a lot about pregnancy. In retrospect, I realize that I knew a lot about pregnancy as it’s generally portrayed on TV and in movies.
The bad news is, there’s no cake. The good news is that you don’t have to leave your house in order to attend.
Chalk it up to hormones, or the fact that we had to wait so long and thought it might never happen, but I’m really enjoying being pregnant.
The doctor frowned at the screen. “If you don’t get your period next week, I want you to come in for a blood test. It wouldn’t totally surprise me if you were already pregnant.”
That’s bananas, I thought. And at the same time, I also thought, I am definitely, totally pregnant. I’m the most pregnant. I’m getting an A in pregnancy.