Does this mean we're raging, unrepentant social media addicts, or just really into sharing our lives' happiest moments? Probably both.
I worry that the psychiatrist will be discouraging or condescending or fear-mongering. That she’s going to make Dashiell feel like an egg donor and me like a lady bumming an egg off some young hottie with a killer set of ovaries.
Kim's earnestly expressed desire to meet someone and have kids, her drive to do the most work she can, her quickness to tears of joy, sorrow, or frustration -- we could be twins were it not for my short hair and the complete lack of Armenian blood coursing through my stocky, English peasant veins.
Sometimes it feels like the collective media are conspiring to shame Jessica Simpson about her post-pregnancy weight. But when we criticize celebrity moms, we criticize all mothers.