It's been said that having a baby is like throwing a hand grenade into a marriage. A hand grenade? Why the violent metaphor for such a precious, peaceful little thing? They're so beautiful. They're so lovable. How can anyone defame such a cutie? But it's true. Those babies just explode right into our hearts and our lives. Read "Get Your Marriage Ready For The Baby Bomb!" to learn more.

Moms have always been curious about the sex of the baby they are carrying. In the days before ultrasounds and amniocentesis, women used all kinds of methods to discover the sex of their child. Read "Old Wives' Tales" to discover a few of these methods.

Did you know that we have great tools right there at your fingertips? Well, we do! Whether you're trying to conceive and need help tracking your ovulation, or you're already pregnant and want to see what's going on day after day with our world-renown pregnancy calendar, our tools can help you stay informed and on track!

I love coffee and tea and I hate the idea of going without them for so long. I just don't like the idea of decaf coffee, though I'm sure at some point I'll break down and get some and I'll probably find I don't miss the caffeine all that much, but for now, I'm a little too nauseous for coffee anyway.

The "Being Dad" DVD is the perfect gift (even to yourself!) for all expectant parents. Dads-to-be will appreciate hearing the truth from those with been there, done that experience! Moms-to-be will find it a terrific way to engage their partners in their pregnancy with humor, candor, and a refreshing frankness sure to capture their attention.

An additional benefit? Expectant mothers can get a glimpse into what their partner may be thinking. He isn't an insensitive clout after all!

First of all, relax. This isn't an official motherhood exam designed to assess your fitness for motherhood. It's just for fun-a chance to test your knowledge of pregnancy and babies before you find yourself being put to the test for real.... Here goes.

I have two kids myself, but the best birth story I know is the one I saw in my own second-grade classroom a few years back. One day this little girl, Erica, a very bright, very out-going kid, takes her turn and waddles up to the front of the class with a pillow stuffed under her sweater. She holds up a snapshot of an infant. "This is Luke, my baby brother, and I'm going to tell you about his birthday."

It's been said that having a baby is like throwing a hand grenade into a marriage. A hand grenade? Why the violent metaphor for such a precious, peaceful little thing? They're so beautiful. They're so lovable. How can anyone defame such a cutie?