We had seen "Drunk In Love" in emoji; we had seen "Drunk In Love" remixed into an ode to Dunkin' Donuts; we had seen "Drunk In Love" Katy B'd and smooth jazz'd; we had not yet seen "Drunk In Love" with young Blue Ivy Carter coming in at the end to make everyone's face melt off with a single, "watermelon." This, a clip from Bey's Grammy rehearsal (not the Jay Z stand-in), is the zenith; there shall be no more "Drunk In Loves." [Full video here]
Researchers from the University of Montreal are getting to the bottom of the perverse I-just-wanna-eat-you-up reaction we hormonal wrecks sometimes feel in the presence of babies. From the CS Monitor:
Apparently it has something to do with the way babies smell. A paper published in the current issue of Frontiers in Psychology describes how researchers in Dresden, Germany, imaged the brains of two groups of 15 women while the women sampled the odors of other parents' newborns. One group was composed of women who had given birth within the past six weeks. The other group was made up of women who had never given birth. The scientists collected [...]
From the New York Times Magazine, a gallery of parents covering their children in sunscreen. “You have to make sure you’re getting the whole face,” one parent told photographer Nolan Conway. “You don’t want to be aggressive, but you end up being a little aggressive. You have to do it fast and a little bit harder than you would normally do it. Now my kids are used to it.” Careful, there.
In February 2013 I was diagnosed with stage 3 colon cancer. I was 18 weeks pregnant at the time. This is an ongoing comic about it all.
In addition to being poignant and funny and really interesting, the project sheds a strange retrospective light on an earlier comic of hers, “Having Babies Is Easy.”
Megan laid the stinking baby on the changing table and cooed at him. The little metallic plinks of his onesie pulling apart were almost drowned out by his cry. We were in the almost-dark. I sat on the rocking chair, witnessing my best friend, dumbstruck by her transformation. She was a mom.
The weirdest part about it was this: I had seen her perform almost every one of these motions a thousand times over already. But those times, the baby had been a doll and we had both been children ourselves. Those times, we had been equals in our fascination and our distance from real motherhood.
In some [...]
What's funner than birthrate information?? Yep. Anyway, things are generally the same as they were before, except teen pregnancy rates continue to go down. The full report can be found here (and here, in PDF form). For what it's worth: "the general fertility rate was 63.0 births per 1,000 women age 15-44 years." So, that is that.
Elsewhere in babydom, we learn a few very small pieces of information about Kate Middleton, William, and George.
From Jean Twenge's "How Long Can You Wait to Have a Baby?" in The Atlantic this month:
The widely cited statistic that one in three women ages 35 to 39 will not be pregnant after a year of trying, for instance, is based on an article published in 2004 in the journal Human Reproduction. Rarely mentioned is the source of the data: French birth records from 1670 to 1830. The chance of remaining childless—30 percent—was also calculated based on historical populations.
In other words, millions of women are being told when to get pregnant based on statistics from a time before electricity, antibiotics, or fertility treatment. Most people assume these numbers are [...]
From 'Pinner Miry, who writes, "this is why the iPhone 5s has slow motion video":
I am proud to say he belongs to me. My husband is a velociraptor.
The world needs to know about dino baby.
World, meet dino baby. World, give us more dino babies.
DC Metro police are reporting that a baby boy was born this morning on the platform at L'Enfant Plaza, which is really not the station I would have chosen, personally. It might not be the worst Metro platform to give birth on—it's inside, at least, and it's on a lot of different lines so it's easy to get home?—but half the fun of giving birth on a Metro platform is being able to name your child after the station, a la Paddington or Fenchurch. "L'Enfant" is a terrible name, in addition to being way too on the nose. If you find yourself extremely pregnant and you too want to [...]
I’m afraid of babies. I fear babies for a lot of reasons—I'm an only child with a meager extended family; I never babysat in my neighborhood; I was raised by a single mother who was more likely to take me to a dinner party full of adults than an afternoon playdate. This wouldn't be an issue if people weren't always trying to hand me their infants. There's simply an expectation that, if a female of a certain age has her hands free, she wants someone to fill them up with newborn, when really, in my case, a vodka tonic and a plate of sandwiches would be much preferred.
I could [...]