How wonderful it is to be a parent. The joy of finding out your *ahem* hard work as husband and wife have paid off as you look down at the double pink lines with a twinkle in your poor naïve eyes. How long you have dreamt of the cool sleepovers and pink ribbons, or muddy cheeks and Tonka trucks as you browse your already full “baby” board on Pinterest. And, as if the little mustard seed already living in your body senses that you know about his or her existence, the morning sickness hits you like a sack of bricks. Whoa! Hey! Sorry. My bad. This is supposed to be about how to parent; not how to survive pregnancy.