By Jaimmie Stugard
When I was pregnant with my first child, my mailbox swelled with unsolicited parenting magazines, ads and baby life insurance offers. Just open your pocketbook, the ads implied, and you can procure all the items your unborn baby needs to get ahead in the world she hasn't even seen yet. You can teach her to read, or better yet, put her in front of the television and she'll morph into Einstein himself.
























