As one does with a first child, I found out that my baby could roll by hearing the sound of her body hit the ground at 4 a.m. and obviously, for any new parent, that is the most horrifying thing that could happen, right? You're exhausted and you take your tiny little baby out and you put them on the bed to change diapers before nursing and you turn around and you discover... my baby can roll! And you think you're going to die.

I guess I'm lucky to have been blindsided. I'm lucky to have gotten into fistfights, in a way. I'm lucky I learned how to stop them.

I'd like to classify my life as a romantic comedy. Unfortunately I feel it's probably more like a TV reality show.

I never ever slept again after my first pregnancy.

But I think it is always difficult to have high expectations of yourself or anyone else.

It's one of the things that weirdly I always used to like about my job: that expressing the emotions of a writer or someone creative and breathing empathy and life into a character people can then identify with, that they'd feel less alone.

It's taken me a long time to learn to accept the risks and just be willing to try it over and over again.