Oh Goop, you've gone and done it again. Your baby gift to Jay-Z and Beyonce's prodigy, Blue Ivy (TM) is truly amazing: A top of the line Bugaboo Cameleon. It shows what style and class you have, while also allowing you to not-so-subtly brag about how much money you have. Well done! If not a bit too well done, if you know what I'm saying. What I'm saying is this, Gwyn, the Bugaboo was totally obvious.

Instead of going with such a classic, you really should have invested some of your cash into the following baby presents for Blue Ivy.

Ask any new mother how she's handling life with a newborn, and she'll likely admit to being sleep-deprived, overwhelmed, a little out of it. But many new Moms, although not always likely to admit it, often feel depressed, out-of-control, and guilty that they're not more in love with their brand-new bundle of joy. For many, it's postpartum depression. For others though, it's a little more low-grade, more post-baby blues than full-blown depression. You worry that life is always going to be this exhausting and confusing, and wonder if maybe you weren't cut out to be a mother.

That was me about four months ago, and I'm confessing to it now because once I talked about it more, I realized that I wasn't alone in my feelings. Now, I love everything about being a Mommy, and I couldn't be more in love with my beautiful, happy, healthy baby boys. But back then, a part of me wondered, "Oh no, what have I done?"

Peyton Rose as a newbornMy friend Tricia is an amazing mom. She is a mom who had twins and had to face things some people never have to face in their lifetime. And through it all, she continues to be selfless and strong. I admire her so much. She is as much of a fighter as her daughter Peyton, who along with older (by one minute) brother Andrew, are reminders of how precious life is, and how love and faith can get us through even the toughest of times.

Tricia and her husband Stephen were trying to start a family. She had a miscarriage in 2007, and of course that adds an element of fear when trying again. Late in 2010, Tricia learned she was pregnant again ... with twins. But her cervix was thinning and opening at 18 weeks. This is her story of hope, loss, and love.

Is this new mom the luckiest lady in the world, or quite the opposite? When you hear about a mom giving birth in a non-traditional location like the subway, McDonald's, the airplane -- it's a frightening, unexpected situation. But when Jennifer Russell gave birth to her baby girl in her car, it was the easiest birth I've ever heard of in my entire life. So easy, in fact, her husband was filming it while driving down the highway. And the loudest noises you hear come from the baby, and dad saying, "Oh my goodness."

No high-pitched screams from a mom in pain, just a video showing a baby popping up to say "hi!" Then mom unwinds the umbilical cord and gets on her phone to fill in her own mother about what has just happened. Which is surely empowering for other women, as the elementary school teacher pushed once after her water broke, and baby Willow was born 15 minutes into their 45-minute drive to the birthing center. I wonder how they filled up the rest of the drive time?

Dangerously CuteYou know it the moment it strikes you: Your cuddling instinct kicks in, you yearn to pet a peach fuzzed head, and you start to fantasize about throwing your birth control in the trash. You've got baby fever, sister.

Most of the time this ailment pops up when a friend or family member presents you with an adorable infant, freshly hatched. Or perhaps you see a new mom or dad at the store and they don't seem exhausted and stressed out at all. Sometimes these new families look so good, they make you forget all of the pain of the early days of baby-raising.

BUT THAT'S ALL A FARCE! Don't forget lady, you said you were stopping at two. Or one, or five; whatever you said, you are DONE. Just in case the baby fever is taking hold to the point of you making an entirely irrational decision, do these five things immediately. You'll thank me later.

It's funny, there's so much about early parenthood that I've lost to the murk of my own faulty memory, but I can still remember the predominant thought in my mind both times I held a positive pregnancy test in my hand. It wasn't Hooray! Nor was it I'm the luckiest girl in the world! or I can't wait to embark on this miraculous journey of motherhood! Both times it was this: Oh dear god, what have I done??

Don't get me wrong, both pregnancies were very much wanted and hoped for (the second one, in fact, was pursued with a somewhat unromantic sense of purpose, as anyone who's ever involved fertility monitoring is all too familiar with: "RIGHT NOW WE NEED TO BE HAVING THE SEX. THE TIME FOR HAVING SEX IS NOW"). But I can't lie, amidst the heady swirl of emotions that accompanied those test results was the undeniable fear that I had made a really, really big mistake.

At 5 months old, my twin boys are at a really fun age -- belly laughing, thwacking their links around, making these strange dinosaur sounds, punctuated by raspberries. They're also sleeping through the night, napping well, chilling out at restaurants...oh crap, did I just jinx myself?

Anyway, I think all this cuteness must have numbed my brain because just yesterday, I was talking to a woman expecting twins, and guess what came out of my mouth? "Oh, it's really not that hard. It's all about perception. Just get them on a schedule and it's easy." I wished her good luck and hung up the phone, smiling about all of the great things this woman had to look forward to. Then, it hit me...memories of those hourly, middle-of-the-night wakings! The unexplained fussiness, times two! The endless feedings that involved breastfeeding and pumping and formula top-offs, only to have them eat again 1.5 hours later! Oh my freaking God, it happened -- I had forgotten how hard newborns are!

Saved by the LoJackYet another woman has been busted trying to steal a baby. This time, however, it was a teenager in Georgia who pretended to be a health care professional and instead grabbed a baby and hid her in her pocketbook. Oh, and she had recently tweeted about being pregnant, although it seems (for now) she's totally not pregnant. Just very interested in stealing other people's babies.

Thank goodness for the baby LoJak system most hospitals have in place, because that's how this woman was stopped as she tried to leave the hospital with the baby. The alarm went off, and crisis averted.

There are three things about this story that I just cannot wrap my head around. 1) A purse? You put that baby in a purse? Like a Yorkie? 2) You think being single and pregnant at 19 is cool enough to announce it on Twitter? and 3) Well, I just don't get this faking pregnancy and stealing babies thing. I really don't.