I Am More Than Just a Stroller Researcher

I’m still in it, and maybe I don’t have distance enough yet to write on the topic, but if making decisions is not your favorite thing, if making a decision is as much fun to you as, say, the question of whether you feel like getting hit by a truck or suffer a bout of food poisoning for a thousand years, then you’ll probably feel as tortured, trapped, overwhelmed, and uneasy as I did in registering for my baby shower.   ...more

The Curse of Too Much Information

Early on, silly me, I promised myself I wouldn't open the pages of a pregnancy book. I had less than nine months to get in order my "to read" list of books--the ones I'd always wanted to but not gotten around to, the unfinished novels I'd had on my nightstand, the big ones, and the mindless ones. Each night, they stared at me from my shelves, and me at them. I counted them, I rearranged them, I read a few, and then I broke down and bought one--just one--book on birthing. ...more


Eventually, the weeks start to fly by. You're 17 weeks, and then you're 22. And you're on the verge of entering your sixth month; now, how did that happen? You may no longer wait, became impatient, think longingly into the distant future and imagine some vague and dreamy notion of a child. Now it's kicking so much that your stomach erupts in little twitches and jabs. The fog starts to lift. A child is abound. ...more