Results for: a-camp
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Raising Baby T. Rex: Airplanes, A-Camp and Abdominal Pain
Even though I didn’t get to experience A-Camp in the traditionally transformative way, I got an even deeper peek into the ways that this community is both very real and deeply caring.
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Raising Baby T. Rex: Club Fawn, No Naps, and Reclaiming Procreation
Reclaiming queer procreation, dropping the last nap, stupid crows, Baby T. at A-Camp, and losta cute T. Rex pics.
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Raising Baby T. Rex: Mommies, Daddies, and Babies
There are no right or wrong answers in queer and trans parenting choices, just the decisions we make.
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Raising Baby T. Rex: That All-Consuming Love
I didn’t understand unconditional love until I met Remi.
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Raising Baby T. Rex: Potty Training, Patience and Pride
It’s literally a social science experiment every day and we don’t have any control. That’s how it is with toddlers, I guess…
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Countdown to Baby T. Rex: Loving My Fat Mama Self and Itchy All Over (33 Weeks)
Extreme itchy scratchies, body-positive parenting, fat pregnant femme feelings, nesting, dill pickles, Korean pancakes and more as I fly past the eight-month mark.
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Countdown to Baby T. Rex: Remi is Here, Labor is Hard, and Mesh Undies Are Glorious
Welcome to the world, Remi!
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Countdown to Baby T. Rex: Crying Over My Multigrain Waffles and Whimsical Onesies (31 Weeks)
I started the 31st week of my pregnancy crying over the kitchen sink as I crammed my gestational diabetes breakfast into my mouth. It wasn’t the pregnancy hormones this time. It was the overwhelming grief and the sudden realization of what it means to be a parent.
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Countdown to Baby T. Rex: Sipping My Way Into the Third Trimester (27 Weeks)
“Sometimes I turn to Waffle and randomly exclaim, ‘This is happening!’ I should probably stop doing that as we get closer to, like, the possibility of me going into actual labor.”
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Countdown to Baby T. Rex: Crying Over MasterChef Junior and Halfway There (23 Weeks)
I’m not a crier. I really resist the idea that hormones affect me, but pregnancy hormones affect me. OMG.