Dear Third Trimester, let me start off by saying, I’m scared of you. I’ve been scared of you my entire pregnancy, because—frankly—I’ve felt your presence for the last six months. And now, just like that, you’ll be here in one short week.
I’ll never forget it: The first thing my husband said when we got the message from the nurse that my pregnancy test was positive, he turned to me and blurted out this kernel of truth: “We get to have a do-over! This kid will be potty trained by the time it’s 3.”
I’m a power-of-prevention, all-natural type, but I’ve been sucking up sore throats, headaches, congestion, and coughing for six days and counting, and, to be honest, I’m dreaming of the hard stuff. (What I wouldn’t do for some Theraflu right now…)
Thank you, New York Times, for publishing “A Truce in the Bragging Wars” by bestselling author and columnist Bruce Feiler. I couldn’t agree more with Feiler’s rules about bragging, and the one thing we can all agree on, in this social media-bloated age of parental judginess: “That parents should stop bragging about their children.”
It feels so good to finally let the cat out of the bag about what we’re having (a girl in case you missed it!). I can’t lie: I have always dreamed of having a baby girl. But even though I am a girl, I don't really know what to expect...