Raising Baby T. Rex: How We Learn “Good” and “Bad”
“Good” and “bad” in a very bad world, fall fun, toddler logic, echolocation, fall fun, adults-only Halloween, and a requested cat + baby update.
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Raising Baby T. Rex: The Soft Underbelly of a Hard Femme Mama
I love how soft I am postpartum. It’s a reminder of how my body stretched and grew and changed to grow a tiny human. I didn’t know I could be that strong and that soft simultaneously. I didn’t know my softness could be my strength.
Raising Baby T-Rex: My Mom Says We’re Exactly The Same
I wasn’t at all ready for the feelings I’d have about being adopted and queer and raising a toddler who still isn’t as old as I was when I came to the United States on an airplane.
Countdown to Baby T. Rex: Remi is Here, Labor is Hard, and Mesh Undies Are Glorious
Welcome to the world, Remi!
Countdown to Baby T. Rex: The Seven Stages of Waiting (41 Weeks)
Our Leo/Virgo cusp baby is definitely moving into Virgo territory.
Countdown to Baby T. Rex: Saying Goodbye to Our Childfree Days and Queer-Friendly Baby Books (39 Weeks)
It’s time and we’re ready-ish. Plus queer-friendly baby books, infant NFL jerseys, nightshade free living, and pregnancy acupuncture!
Countdown to Baby T. Rex: The Non-Gestational Parent Perspective and My Enduring Love for Pickles (37 Weeks)
“I think you underestimate the amount of time I spend thinking about Remi.” – Waffle
Countdown to Baby T. Rex: Embracing Queer Family and Adorable Dino Couture (35 Weeks)
I asked Waffle to curate a gallery of favorites from our very expansive dino-themed baby wardrobe. I didn’t have to ask twice.
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.
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.
Countdown to Baby T. Rex: Pregnant Adoptee Feelings and Dino Decal Decisions (29 Weeks)
Being an adoptee has made being pregnant all that much more strange and interesting.
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.”
Countdown to Baby T. Rex: “Mommy” Feelings and Dinosaur Mobiles (25 Weeks)
There is no chance I’m going to evade the Cult of Mommy-ness. My undercut can’t save me.
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.