I was a bride, on the eve of her wedding, with a pumpkin in her belly.
I'd left my high-stress job to make things easier — and I had — for everyone else but me.
In the context of my life as a young married millennial mother, those two sides of my identity are completely compatible.
Despite feeling like a failure at love and marriage and sex and fatherhood right now, you will fall in love again.
Two years ago, we set out on this journey to become mothers and had no idea what we were getting ourselves into.
I realized, for the first time ever, that I don't have anything to prove.