A stomach bug, reflux, fatigue, impending childbirth, a half-stocked freezer, a 3-year-old, and excitement to meet Baby Lollipop. I am so full of thoughts and feelings, it's a wonder there's room for a baby in here!
If I'm not in labour, I want to sleep through breakfast, not have it in bed. And then enjoy some family time, some Me Time, and perhaps some chocolate too, please
We want something original but not bizarre (sorry, Gwyneth; no fruit names here), popular but not ultra-common, and of course we have to like how it sounds. At this point, with nothing nailed down, Lollipop will probably go nameless for a few days
Forget the matchy-match nursery and face cloths. This time round, I have a freezer full of food (and crotchsicles); comfy clothes and nipple cream; a babysitter for my preschooler and a lot of support for my family
I studied up on pregnancy, birth and baby care, figuring breastfeeding would sort itself out in a magical moment of mommy-baby bonding. Boy, was I wrong. But when it works, there's nothing like it! Here's what you need to know about breastfeeding
You don't have to take a class, but are you seriously going into labour and childbirth with your fingers in your ears, refusing to even think about it? Like any marathon, knowing what's ahead and what your options are make it easier to stay the course
Why we're not finding out our baby's sex ahead of time—or are we? I have a late ultrasound coming up, and I'll admit I'm just a bit curious this time round
No one told me how fast a second pregnancy goes by. But now that we've found our doula, all I have to do is write out a birth plan, find child care for when I'm in labour, make my "hospital bag" list . . . and all the stuff on the other 9 pages of my to-do list
Seriously, no soft cheese or Caesar salad? I do some digging, and it turns out Canadian grocery-store eggs and pasteurized cheeses are safe when you're pregnant. Smoked fish? Depends on what kind. Hot dogs? Who cares, because yuck
Cloth diapering has come a long way since our parents' days of finicky pins and plastic pants. I'm spending next to nothing on dipes for my second baby. Now if I can just get my spouse to commit to taking over the laundry again . . .
