NYC’s club promoter mayor doesn’t want people to read or have child care but thinks robots on the train is a good idea. Like make it make sense

Being 26 weeks Prego is wild I have a small person whacking the crap out of me whenever she feels like it and I can’t tell her to stop because she doesn’t know or understand words yet.

When we said we wanted more stories from the continent we meant *checks notes* with people…

Support the students who are on the right side of history yet were arrested on campus 🍉🍉🍉ctt.ec/L34c2+

My baby refuses to move when my husband has his hand on my belly. We’re convinced his hand is a comfort to her or she is gaslighting me. When she comes out in a few weeks I’m gonna ask her.

Pregnancy rage is so real. Any and every one can catch these hands right now.

Being pregnant be like

Pregnancy brain is wild because I can’t remember what I ate 10 min ago but I can give you a full rundown of everything that was said at my last doc appointment.

Walking into Walgreens, my hand is rubbing my lower belly and a random strange goes “is that a baby in there? are you having a miscarriage?” Like wtf!?!?

We need to send 20,000 letters by May 21. Sign a letter urging city officials to: Protect NYC’s libraries! Will you send one today? bklynlib.org/letter

BLEACH BLONDE BAD BUILT BUTCH BODY

People really don’t like to be told no and it shows.

Content warnings should be required on all violent posts because scrolling and seeing an image depicting a very horrific bloody scene should come with a warning.

Dear little human inside my body, Please chill the fuck out. Mommy’s ribs and back and stomach muscles are over your latest 8 count dance routine. 💚 your 8 month pregnant mom

I am the capacity you’re asking if we have at work and I’m pregnant.

Pregnancy is a fucking marathon

I feel like Poppa Biden needs a hug. The past few weeks have been a lot

I love my black job 🖤

It’s been two months since my daughter was born and I have to say motherhood is the most blissfully arduous, jovial, exhausting thing I’ve ever experienced.

Almost 12 weeks postpartum and my definition of a good day has changed so much. Some days it’s doing all the chores in the house and other days it’s laying in bed while my daughter sleeps on me.