If I had to sum up what reaching thirty-seven weeks gestation feels like, I suppose I would point to an incident that took place a few days ago when I checked the expiration date on the carton of milk in our →MORE...

At my last prenatal appointment, one of the midwives who works at my birth center asked how I felt about a student midwife participating. Um, I gave birth to my daughter at a teaching hospital with no fewer than seventeen strangers →MORE...

Dear Baby, In an ideal world, you and I will only share my body for another three to seven weeks.  Half of the time, I reflect upon this and think “Wow!  Really?  Only three to seven more weeks?  Time flies!” The →MORE...

*** I know that talking about postpartum is not everybody’s cup of tea, so here!  Look!  Gratuitous picture of a cute kid in the laundry basket! During my first pregnancy, everybody imparted parenting opinions and regaled me with birth stories, but →MORE...

Lately Charlotte has developed a habit of sitting outside the shower and bombarding me with questions while I scrub up.  It is fascinating to me to hear where her imagination takes her as she tries to make sense of the world. →MORE...