'Enough About the Baby' is a refreshingly honest take on modern parenting, and the main characters feel like people you might bump into at a playground. The protagonist, Liz, is this exhausted but fiercely loving mom who’s constantly juggling her career, her marriage, and the overwhelming guilt of not being 'perfect.' Her husband, Adam, is well-meaning but hilariously clueless at times—like when he tries to 'help' by microwaving a bottle for way too long. Then there’s Liz’s best friend, Valerie, the child-free voice of reason who drops truth bombs like confetti. The baby, ironically, is almost a background character—a silent chaos agent who drives the plot without saying a word.
What I love is how relatable Liz’s struggles are. The book doesn’t glamorize parenthood; instead, it leans into the messy, unspoken parts. Adam’s arc is subtle but satisfying—he starts as the guy who thinks 'babysitting' his own kid deserves applause, but by the end, he’s genuinely stepping up. Valerie’s role is small but pivotal; she’s the reminder that Liz’s identity isn’t just 'mom.' It’s a character-driven story where the baby’s presence looms large, but the adults’ growth is what sticks with you.