About a year ago, I noticed that Charlotte had outgrown our Ergo.  Oh well, I thought.  What’s a girl to do?  The kid likes to be carried and the Ergo is what we have.  Maybe she should think twice before she →MORE...

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...

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...

After approximately eight months of insisting that “her” baby is a boy named George, my daughter has recently changed her tune.  Charlotte is now convinced that the baby is a girl named Evelyn. “Well, what if the baby is a boy?” →MORE...

Dear Baby, Your occupation of my womb closes out its twenty-second week today.  It has been a momentous week for you and me.  This is the week that I really started to fall head-over-heels, crazy, irrevocably in love with you. See →MORE...