Often when I overhear moms I know talking to their childless friends, they’re always all, “There’s no way to know what how crazy it is until you have kids yourself.”

I’m grateful they heard us out! And as I said in my response to them, I do recognize fashion has to strike a balance sometimes between aspirational and attainable. But I do stand by my thigh gap comment. ?

Hey there! So, I hate to do this to you in public and all, but since I consider us friends (truthfully, I’m actually kind of obsessed with you), I have to shoot you straight. I found a little glitch on your website today. Actually, a big one. And it’s better this come from me than some stranger.

When you grow up in a “girl house” like I did, you naturally get used to doing girly things. Shopping. Dancing lessons. Cheerleading. Baton twirling. (DON’T JUDGE. I can pull a mean toss-up-turn-around to this day.)

Hello, class! Today, we are talking about vaginas.

During a naptime Facebook scroll, I came across this article in The Inquisitr, and I nearly threw the glass baby bottle I was holding against the wall.

There’s not much during pregnancy that’s more fun than dressing up, putting on some makeup and playing glam. Just kidding. Everything sounds more fun than that when you’re pregnant.

Another day, another study proving what mothers have been trying to explain for millennia with our exhaustion-limited vocabulary and sleep-deprived cortices.

It sounds like I’m far along–and looks like it too–but then I realize I have 16 weeks left and think, “Nope, lady. You’ve got some more baby hauling to do.”

Pregnancy is an amazing, but strange, time. Your body is growing, your mind and memory is starting to slip away (hiya, Mom Brain!), and you can’t fit into your damn clothes anymore, and yet everything you see in maternity clothing stores seems to be absurdly expensive or just not your style.