Those first forays as a soon to be mother diving into information were nasty.  It was overwhelming, confusing, and just too much.   Too much stress, too many options, too many dangers to protect my baby from - and she wasn't even born! 

My co-workers at the time had opinions about the best morning sickness cures, the best books to read (which was a long list when working at a bookstore!), and scrolls of things to stay away from.  As my stomach grew and it became more likely I was pregnant, I could feel the watchful eyes of strangers judging my food orders when out, and my shopping cart at the grocery store.  "What you should really be doing is prenatal yoga," said a complete stranger. 

You had somewhere you needed to be?  Sorry.  There is currently a No Pants Rebellion being staged in the foyer with no end in sight.  With Lego bombs.   

Oh you really want to go to the beach?  Sorry darlin'.  You need to pick up your (strewn about toy or object) before we go.  (Deploy clean up song.  Offer back up and support.  Resist raising tone and temper.)

So how do we get out of the house?  How do we ever leave? 
Here you go.  I'm not an expert, but this is how we do it.