Somebody told me pregnancy was my time to pig out. So I dove into eating for two wholeheartedly ... and gained 45 pounds.
Nothing about my pregnancy went as expected. Its heart-wrenching start was no exception.
An epic dilemma: Should I tell my husband about being pregnant, and that I might be losing the baby, or should I keep it secret and pray for a miracle?
I hated my husband after our baby was born — everything about him. So I called in a shrink to pull me back from the brink.
My baby doesn't have to hug anyone she doesn't want to (I'm looking at you, Grandma). Her body is hers. The sooner she learns that, the better.