The Politics of Pajamas
I used to wake up every morning for work, before my husband did. I would shower and get dressed in suits and heels and I wore makeup and blow-dried my hair every day. And then I had a baby.
I used to wake up every morning for work, before my husband did. I would shower and get dressed in suits and heels and I wore makeup and blow-dried my hair every day. And then I had a baby.
The first overnight trip away from your baby. Or toddler. Or kid.
Like practically every other human being on Earth, I own an iPhone. It’s helping me get into the best shape of my life.
Of all the postpartum fallout to my body, my c-section scar is actually pretty low on the list of things that bother me. But it’s still there. And I did wonder if there was anything I could do about it.
I believe I’ve mentioned once or twice or fourteen-dozen times that my older son became…intensely challenging in the weeks and months right after we brought his baby brother home. He was three years old, and he was AWFUL. I feel like I can call him that because 1) he’s not, anymore, and 2) because he was objectively, literally, monumentally AWFUL.
Our swaddling blankets became a few of our most prized possessions. And since I still get questions about whether such-and-such blanket is worth the money or how many blankets should I register for or HALP MY BABY PUNCHES HERSELF IN THE FACE AT NIGHT, I figured it’s time to just put all my Very Important Opinions all in one place.
What to wear when your molehills become mountains.
In which your columnist finally admits to having ongoing and inappropriate feelings towards chocolate pudding.
Phantom food aversions, long after the fact.
Dealing with the pressure to supplement.
Brought to you by the Misdirected Googlers who erroneously end up here after searching for “list of foods can’t eat while breastfeeding” or “is it safe to eat (insert some junk food I ate a lot of while pregnant) while breastfeeding.”
It’s harder than you think.
Secret shame: Nobody wants to talk about how nobody wants to have sex anymore.
A concerned husband wants to know when it stops being “just hormones” and starts being something more serious.
You’ve had a baby! Congratulations. Now when are you having another one?
Another dilemma from the “my birth control is driving me crazy” files. Plus: a round up of the non-hormonal options.
Here’s a hint: NOT COLD-TURKEY.
An interview with the Mominatrix herself, Kristen Chase.
The messy emotional mess of deciding when to quit.
(Literally.) Hormonal birth control can mess with your mental health. If you’re on birth control and struggling with depression or anxiety, talk to your doctor immediately.