A creative piece about one of life’s best gifts, a baby and his entrance into this world. Thanks for sharing Stacy! Chic Mom loves brave women. “I went skydiving,” I panted to my husband as he carefully navigated the icy roads toward the hospital. “Keep reminding me,” I told him, doubled over in my seat from the waves of jarring contractions. “I jumped out of a plane at 13,500 feet, okay? I can do this!” “You can totally do this, just keep breathing,” he said, holding my hand, glancing nervously in my direction. “I packed barf bags,”... (Read More ...)

“So, do you, like, feel like a housewife now?” my friend and former co-worker asked curiously over taco salads, about a month after I delivered my baby. My hemorrhoids had barely healed and I was delirious from dirty diapers and sleep deprivation. I was much more concerned with sitting than sweeping. “Not even a little,” I laughed, through a bite of lettuce and guacamole. “Not even a tad.” I may be on “eternity leave,” but I am hardly a housewife. At least not a very good one. To be a good housewife, I think, I must go to the supermarket more frequently... (Read More ...)