When I was pregnant, my best friend, Katie, had a good laugh when I told her that I intended to keep a detailed diary of life with my new baby.
Katie is the mother of a delightful 14-month-old girl and a great pal, but she has one annoying habit: Whenever I'd whine about how miserable pregnancy was, she'd say, "Just wait," meaning: "You think you're exhausted or your back hurts or you never have sex now, just wait until the baby comes." Still, I was determined to record for posterity my impressions of new motherhood, and buckled down to the task after my son, Cole, arrived.
