One of the many reasons that I initially felt this was the right decision for me was that I wanted to relax a little when it came to the pursuit of romance.
Here’s the description, via the network, of what viewers can expect: Traditionally, love is followed by marriage and then along comes motherhood, but in this fresh new original series, viewers join these fearless five as they experience the modern day dating game with a baby on board. Refusing to accept stereotypes, these women thoughtfully manage a combination of active hormones, overbearing families, inattentive fathers-to-be and a slew of dates both rocky and redeeming, as they put together their most modern of families.
The spotlight will be on all the drama, conflict and inherent comedy that ensues when these very spirited and single moms-to-be embark on their quest to find Mr.
I felt disappointed—I thought we’d clicked—but mostly protective of myself and the little one inside.
By now, I knew I was having a girl, and no daughter of mine would ever see me chase a jerk.
They’d come to every doctor appointment and had even gone so far as to help me choose my donor, though I was technically having a baby alone—I would be a single mom by choice. Starving already, I was off to enjoy a triumphant falafel. The first thing every guy wanted to know about was my relationship with the baby daddy. I found myself endlessly explaining my choices to guys I didn’t even want to go out with anymore. He called me sneaky for not disclosing my pregnancy right away.
Hands trembling, I called my parents and sister, who cried with joy. I decided that after a couple of minutes of banter, I’d tell them I was expecting. This is where I learned something crucial about life: rejection is best served with ice cream.
Then, on October 3, one month before her due date, I met my greatest love of all time, Hazel Delilah Shelasky.
She was prettier than I ever imagined and more elegant than a newborn has any right to be.
He came across as sophisticated and neurotic—very New Yorky. It turned out that the only thing Aaron loved more than Shakespeare was Shake Shack, and the only thing I loved more than flirting was french fries.
We were a sexless match made in high-cholesterol heaven, until I got a little grossed out by his gluttony (only one of us was entitled to such a rapidly growing belly.)I also reconnected with an old friend, Ryan, who now had kids (and an ex) of his own.
Other guys acted flirty and intrigued but then would go MIA.