Certainly, this book on motherhood won’t ring a bell for everyone (nor ring everyone’s bell, for that matter). This is a warts-and-all (and by warts, think enemas, “boob sweat” that smells like goat cheese coming from breasts called “Big Berthas,” and the like) tale from a nurse who wanted kids all her life and then had them. Seasoned mothers may not care to be reminded that breast-feeding sucks (no pun intended) or that kids are a difficult and often thankless job. Those who haven’t lept this particular fence might find useful information here, presented in a grimly determined jolly-despite-it-all tome with such chapters as “Awkward Naked Moments,” “Fire the Ho,” and “Boys Have a Penis.” (There’s news! Shouldn’t boys have penises?) O’Bryant has a husband covering the bills and often nearby relatives covering the slack, and so she focuses on getting her shape back, finding a bra that fits (her Big Berthas don’t quite match), and, of course, raising her daughters. If you’re looking for an in-your-face, chipper-mom tell-all, complete with baby talk (“DON’T ’PANK ME!! PWEASE, MOMMA”), Ketchup serves. --Eloise Kinney
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About the Author
Robin O'Bryant is a writer and stay-at-home-mom to three daughters born within four years. She finally figured out where babies come from and got herself under control. Robin survives the hilarity of motherhood by making fun of herself in her self-syndicated humor column, Robin's Chicks and on her blog by the same name. Visit her site and learn to: breastfeed behind your back*, how to talk to your daughters about man parts, and how to write a gold fish obituary. She tweets compulsively as @robinobryant and over shares daily on Facebook as Robin Wiley O'Bryant. Come point and laugh. *Only applies to lactating women with a DD cup or larger.