It’s as much about improvisation as anything else, that much I’ve figured out. The bun changes from week to week and hour to hour; when we did the math, we realized that he’s gaining an …

Today was that day I’ve been dreading. I knew that it would happen, I knew that it was inescapable. I didn’t know when it would happen, but with the same surety that the religious know …

I had to take my husband to the airport at five this morning, so I stumbled into a pair of pants, some shoes, and put my hoodie on. I gathered up the boy, tried to …

I was talking to my father on the phone today when he was appropriately fawning and cooing over the latest pictures I had sent him of the bun. He said, “The thing is, he just …

The last three days have been brutal. In sum:
[cue soundtrack: Flight of the Bumblebee]\
Eat eat eat cry cry turn over *weeee* laugh laugh eat eat eat try to sleep cccrrrrryyyyy try to sleep *pow* in …

At five in the morning this came to me. I even woke my husband up so he could hear it.
Sung to the tune of “Leaving on a Jet Plane”
My boobs are full, they’re ready to …

…or at least a less stationary boy.
As of yesterday, around 3:00 p.m., he decided that he had had enough of this whole lying on his side thing. He made the extra initiative it takes to …

Those hands are really moving now. Even when he’s falling asleep, his arm will be raised in salute, little barbed fingers searching for the next subject of exploration: my lips, my nose, my eyelid. Now …

No matter how many books you read, no matter how many parents you know or kids you’ve spent time with, there is no mentally tangling with what will actually happen once the lodger is born. …

…the boy sleeps through the night.*
*Ironically, I did not. First, I got insomnia because we went to bed too late and I laid there thinking about how I should be sleeping. Then my boobs woke …

except remember to put my underwear on today.
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The boob is not a tuba. I know that it’s confusing because it sounds similar, but blowing me like a gadooga horn will not be rewarding.
Boob. Not tuba.
Love, Mom
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I went out with another mother today. This is what happens when you become one; you hang out with other ones, even if you don’t know them very well, even if you have nothing in …

First off, if you eat asparagus, pee is not the only thing that turns green. I found this out when I pumped the other day and came away with milk that looked like absinthe over …