The story ends happily—but there are a lot of unexpected costs and complications in between.
There are a lot of unexpected costs.
My son, Sid, is hurtling through toddlerdom at warp speed.
I decided to keep track of the actual costs of my pregnancy, as I am a bit of a spreadsheet nerd.
Who else read Dear Prudence today? I want to hear your thoughts on this family’s question.
And is that even mathematically likely?
Then we had an actual baby.
I can get through my pregnancy with one pair of jeans.
Last Friday, we looked at why rich people hide price tags. Today, let’s pair Rachel Sherman’s NYT essay with Claire Zulkey’s longread at Racked: “Shopping When Your Partner Works and You Don’t.”