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At seven and a half months pregnant, I am awkward. I am tired. I am gassy. I am not, despite my husband's daily protests to the contrary, sexy. My libido is as MIA as my waistline, and although sometimes I feel like I should throw my husband a bone, I'm at the point where when it's bedtime, I have absolutely nothing left.
A few weeks ago, my boyfriend and I discussed the issue that could eventually end our relationship. One of us wants a baby someday, and the other isn't so sure. My boyfriend knows he wants to be a dad. He's in his early thirties in New York City, which is like being 24 in any part of the country. Luckily, he's got decades of fertility ahead of him. The clock's not ticking yet. But it will. My clock's digital. Or maybe I can't tell time. All I know is that I don't know if I want kids. I'm great with them. I've wondered what it would be like to have a child with a few men I've dated. Yet I feel that many people have children out of a sense of obligation or for selfish reasons. I wouldn't consider it settling to be the cool aunt, instead of a mom.
After 23 years of marriage, my husband and I are no less interested in having frequent sex than we were 25 years ago. Which is sometimes a problem when you're living with two children who are no longer too young to understand the odd noises coming from their parents' room. The trick, of course, is to not get caught!
This month, I'm taking my first vacation alone since I got married. The primary emotion related to this should be excitement. Instead, I'm struggling with leaving my husband, leaving my baby and leaving my husband alone with the baby. When did a little "me" time start to seem so selfish? More importantly, how will I know what my husband is feeding our son?
Here at LoveMom, we bring you the love. Our weekly Baby Bytes bring you everything else. Here are this week's 6 must-click mom links: "My kids never watch TV" and more lies that mothers tell each other, what role Dad should play when Mom is the breadwinner, and Mayim Bialik's stance on attachment parenting. These stories, along with 10 celebrities that are part of the surrogate baby boom, and why being pregnant is actually quite awesome.
I've been married for over 20 years. So yes. We've had our arguments. Every couple argues. But I really believe that how you argue impacts the viability of your marriage, and also shapes your children's attitudes about relationships.
Here at LoveMom, we bring you the love. Our weekly Baby Bytes bring you everything else. Here are this week's 5 must-click mom links: this week, the web was buzzing about Amy Chua's controversial Chinese parenting, a breastfeeding support group violated Facebook's terms of service, and a 30-day sex challenge was issued in Florida. These links, along with 5 common mom fears and 9 ways to spice up your marriage.
I know all the reasons that people decide to start a family. Biological clocks, pushy in-laws, the hunger to hold a child that’s a magical combination of you and your partner… all of these reasons make sense to me. But what I have always found interesting is why people decide they're done.
When college talk began a few months ago, the kid who I predicted would want to remain close to home, started researching schools in four different states, because they offer top meteorology programs. This boy, who once wailed when even one speck of a routine was changed, who still otherwise hates unpredictability, is fascinated by changes in the weather. Which only proves one thing: as well as we know them, we can't predict what our children will do, or be interested in, after all.