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Making a Baby II

*You'll suddenly find yourself spending more time at CVS, Target, and the doctor's office.

These trips will allow you to ask: "Meghan Markle: Royal Tensions Behind the Scenes?" And: "Sandra and Jen: How Do They Make Friendship Work?"

*"The Happiest Baby on the Block" is a bad idea. It's a bad idea because it makes parenthood seem like mortal combat. There are alarming essays about improper swaddle technique, and long, mind-blowing digressions about precisely how loud the noisemaker should be. Just skip all of this.

*Are you slightly brittle? Even a bit cold? Don't be surprised if--nevertheless--you find yourself quietly weeping during "Tummy Time."

*Some have said it's difficult to read scary and upsetting things once parenthood sets in. I'm not observing this so far. I'm more or less consistently engaged by "Devil's Knot," a true account of murder, scapegoating, and witch-hunting in Arkansas, in the early nineties.

*Pee travels in all directions. Sometimes, the onesie will seem to be dry, but the outer layer, the "Swaddle Me Sleep Sack," will be soaked through. So did the pee somehow skip past the onesie--via "invisibility cloak"? Did the pee have a special supernatural power? And why aren't the apparent pee stains yellow? Why aren't people talking about this?

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