I live in an area with a very very high population of recently immigrated or visiting Chinese families (in the US) and about half of the families in my daughter’s school are here just for an American education and then they will go home. The majority of those families do not donate or volunteer at school, the visiting…

Then let me be that other voice: You do not need to eat your placenta, a drugged up birth can be awesome (I was drugged for my first! Sweet relief!) and whatever you feel about birth is totally cool. It’s a weird experience and you do not need to love every part of it to be a good mother. I hope your labor is quick…

My son looks exactly like my husband and my brother in law. It’s like they made a baby and graciously allowed me to birth it.

I love that olive green shirt in the second to last pic. I will wear it, my son will wear it, give it to me.

I love this the most! Such drama!

The green dress looks exactly like the bridesmaids’ dresses in my mom’s wedding!

I just want to play with your hair. That’s not creepy at all, right?

I graduated in 2003. It was a sad time for fashion.

AWWW!

You were super on-trend!

You are gorgeous!

But also... how pretty are you?! Congratulations on your face! :)

That’s a good story! I did go drug-free but damn, no way did I get an enema!

Playing doctor is pretty normal. Repeatedly touching your sisters in their sleep and while awake is a different beast.

This is kind of a relief to me- my midwife insisted I take my placenta home and drink it in a smoothie the next day. I took it home, put it in the fridge, and could not bring myself to even look at it.

My daughter has one that she likes to use while she reads or does homework and she loves it. :)

I’ve got your back on this!

I mean, nice try J. Crew, but I WANT to dress like a sexually repressed librarian. Why won’t you let me do that? Why are you charging me so much goddamn money to look sensible and upper middle class?

I still would, too. That was some real stress- relieving chew toy action.

Yeah, I hate people who demand fancy shmancy birthday weeks. I hate it more when my birthday rolls around and I would like to a.) Take a nap and b.) Eat something really good and then call it a day and they’re like, noooo, it’s your birthday! We have to go out! Cake!