I still cringe when I remember my sanctimonious pregnant self. The blissful ignorance, the total confidence in books and their ability to solve baby problems, the rock solid belief that attachment parenting was the be-all end-all way to raise kids. This is a barely exaggerated portrait of me pregnant and glowing in Neutrons Protons.
And can we please talk about how much I love the pregnant cat illustration (by the super talented Sophie Lucido Johnson)? I mean, damn, that cat is seriously glowing.
