When I was pregnant with John, I did what all good first-time mothers do: I turned to the internet for parenting advice. I read article after article, poured over study after study, in my efforts to learn everything I could … Continue reading
There are some things about motherhood that you just can’t really understand until you have a child of your own. Sure, I received lots of very helpful advice from my friends with children and internet articles offer plenty of very … Continue reading
John is nearly four months old now; he is no longer considered a “newborn.” If he was drinking regular formula, he would have graduated from the newborn variety to the infant form last month. Andrew and I are attempting the … Continue reading
There have been quite a few traveling milestones since the birth of John two months ago, some of which I was prepared for and some of which came as a surprise. I still remember distinctly our trip home from the … Continue reading
Last night, as I stood over the stove and stirred ravioli, I was struck by the normalcy of my actions. Just eight weeks prior, it would have been completely normal. Before John was born, I cooked most nights, while Andrew … Continue reading
JT is already three weeks old, and after a full week back at work, I’m still adjusting to the unpredictable schedule of a newborn. I work whenever he naps (unless I’m showering or eating). I work whenever he’s entertaining himself … Continue reading
A few months back, I wrote a blog post regarding some of the lesser-known perks of being pregnant. I spent time reflecting on some of the attitude changes that accompanied pregnancy, particularly concerning my body and my relationship with food. … Continue reading
John, as I’m writing this, I’m 40 weeks pregnant with you, and I know that there’s a good chance that your dad and I will be meeting you soon. In all likelihood, before my next post goes live on Monday, … Continue reading
Last Wednesday evening, I boarded a train to New Jersey, looking forward to a long weekend of relaxation and birthday festivities. My mother had arranged the trip a month earlier, just like she did every year. Since moving to DC, … Continue reading
When I first announced that Andrew and I were expecting our first child, I was bombarded with horror stories about pregnancy and childbirth. All of a sudden, everyone seemed to know someone who’d had an awful experience carrying and/or giving birth … Continue reading
Love in the Little Things 