Husbands be putting babies into too-tiny t-shirts.
Vacation is hard
To call it a “vacation”? That’s a stretch. Maybe we should call it “total family immersion in a new setting.”
Diary May 26: ‘I can’t believe she’s mine’
I guess I have a habit of not really thinking too far ahead of things. But I just couldn’t picture the human being inside me.
Diary, May 23rd: The woman who forgot her 3rd child
“WHERE IS MY BABY? WHERE IS JACKSON?!” She yelled.
Diary May 10: I’m still fat edition
At this point (four and a half months out), is the baby still to blame? Probably not.