A is for arms that hold baby tight, while pacing and muttering all through the night.

This is such a fun, stupid book. It’s been on my Goodreads list since I was pregnant (she’s closing in on 2…) and I finally got around to reading it just a couple weeks after a very early but very sad miscarriage, which I thought might be bad timing but it actually turned out to be fine. Which should tell you how seriously Let’s Panic About Babies! does not take itself.

It’s basically a spoof of pregnancy/early parenting books. It’s a lightening quick read (although a fairly substantial book) that perfectly matches the exhausted, slap happy mood when you have a newborn and it’s 2am and you and your fellow parent are maybe ready to kill each other and the baby will not stop crying and then it starts making a stupid snorty pig sound and you both can’t stop giggling. This is ridiculous. This is horrible. This is incredible. This is hilarious.

Unfortunately, there just aren’t 250 words to be said about this book, but I will leave you with this. If any of my fellow Cannonballers anticipate any babies in their future, I’d very much recommend this book. But – if you anticipate having any babies and being the one to sit on the couch at 3am watching Netflix while your newborn cluster nurses all night, this book would pair perfectly with that.