Oh, are you here because you thought I was ranting against Jillian Michaels? Boy are you out of luck. Look, personally, I'm no Jillian Michaels super fan. I didn't watch The Biggest Loser [I've seen it maybe three times ever]. I got her Wii Fitness game a couple years ago, and it bored me to … Continue reading My Jillian Michaels Mini-Rant
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Alan Thicke is to Soothing Babies What Robin Thicke is to Making Them
Pop Culture Baby AKA the Happiest Baby on the Planet started teething a few weeks ago. As a result, she goes from giggling and grinning to screaming her head off in a matter of seconds. During one of these schizophrenic-baby bouts, I started pleading with her to start smiling again. Next thing I knew, my inner … Continue reading Alan Thicke is to Soothing Babies What Robin Thicke is to Making Them
And This Is Why Old Wives’ Tales Are Stupid
Every pregnant woman has experienced it. Before you find out your baby's gender (or before you give birth if you opt, as I did, to not find out your baby's gender), nearly every person with whom you have contact will try to guess whether you're having a boy or a girl. Some people just go … Continue reading And This Is Why Old Wives’ Tales Are Stupid
A Teachable Moment Missed (Real Housewives of Atlanta)
Anyone who knows me or followed my old blog on What to Expect should know that I'm a wee bit of a lactivist. I fully support a woman exercising her right to breastfeed in public or private, her baby's right to eat, and companies making it easier for women to breastfeed and/or pump. I also … Continue reading A Teachable Moment Missed (Real Housewives of Atlanta)
Pop Culture Baby’s Birth Story
Although I feel like the phrase "birth story" should serve as a warning that there's some serious TMI ahead [after all, is birth ever really pretty? No. It's pretty much always a little bit gross], I'm going to do the standard warning anyway. I realize only soon-to-be mothers, recent mothers, and birth story junkies care about the nitty gritty details. This is for them. If you're not into knowing that much about someone else's bodily functions or the details of contractions, effacement, and all that jazz, I'd suggest you skip this post altogether or just go straight to the pictures. It's gonna be long, y'all... and maybe a wee bit gory.
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