For the better part of a year after my daughter was born, I found myself at the bottom of the darkest, most insurmountable depression of my life. I carried the feeling that I’d ruined all our lives by having her, as surely as my legs carried my body. I couldn’t—didn’t yet—feel the kind of heart-stopping love that…

About three sessions in, my therapist was like, “I’m pregnant. We’ve got 30 weeks.” And by god, I was out before the baby was.

That’s the top Mother’s Day gift.

Well, this lesbian shit ass is sorry to hear about Mrs. Baio’s brain tumor. Nobody deserves that.

Maybe you’ll get lucky and get a carbon clone of your partner, which is what happened to me. The only thing she shares with me is leg shape, head size, and a love of explosions — and I’m cheating on that last one, because who doesn’t love explosions? Otherwise, she’s her dad’s daughter from looks to personality.

ALL OF THIS.

They’re being raised by her sister, who is a lovely woman. They’ll be loved and cared for, and it was the best thing, overall, I think.

Mr. Atom and I have a preschooler now. I haven’t sold her for meth, covered her in cigarette burns, or tried to put her on reality television, so I think I’m crushing this parenting…

Well, she did have her kids taken away from her by the state, so ...

I’m the super-socialized only child. My husband is the bratty stereotype. It’ll be interesting to see where Kid Electron falls on the scale as she grows up.

Back when we were struggling to conceive, I schooled an anti-choice acquaintance on why we couldn’t “just adopt” a baby (~$60K in fees, Guatemala closed its program, rejection from other international programs for my hearing loss and his Crohn’s, heartbreak over a state-side mom who changed her mind). She nodded her…

We are having one hell of a year, man. It’s the middle of June, but it feels like late August with the amount of rain we’ve been getting. Everything is green. It’s gorgeous.

Come for the kittens, stay for the green chile and crazy poverty levels!

Nope. Kid Electron and I share precisely three attributes:

Fist bump for parenting an only.

Fuck, it happens here in the desert southwest. I’m a SAHM and definitely not in the 1% and yet, when my husband got his bonus, a very large chunk of it came to me to do with as I pleased. It’s a thing I’ve heard from my friends — the stay-at-home partner gets a chunk of the tax return or bonus for some semblance of…

My neighborhood elementary school doesn’t allow kids to walk to school.

I have a three-year-old girl. I’m just shaking for those babies.

Fuck it, Mr. Atom has Crohn’s and we still had a baby. I’ve only had one person get pissy about how ~irresponsible~ we were for having Kid Electron, and how we should have just adopted if we were really serious about being parents (not realizing, of course, that most agencies treat autoimmune diagnoses as an automatic…

We live under an Osprey flight path, and for a stretch of about nine weeks, they’d fly over juuuuuuuuust as Baby Electron was dropping off for a nap. It was uncanny.

Now, if we see one go over, we have to load up and drive out to the airport to see if it’s landed, because “AW-SPRAY, MAMA! AW-SPRAY!”

Neverbeast just hit Netflix this week and I have seen it a zillion times already, and the ending just KILLS ME.