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Beauty and The Baby

May 8, 2017
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Most expecting mothers have at least one birthing plan. I had two. Plan A involved the manner in which I wanted my child brought into the world. Plan B was more self-centered, a day of relaxation and beauty.

Prenatal massage, manicure, pedicure, eyebrow threading, haircut, the works. I had them scheduled five days before my due date. Whatever labor and delivery held for me, I planned on meeting it head-on and looking my best.

I recently overheard a couple on a double date. One proud husband was bragging about how his wife had endured a grueling thirty-six, you heard me, THIRTY-SIX hour labor, sans epidural, and without even an eyelash out of place.

I’m sure he meant no harm and was merely expressing his respect for the incredible feat his spouse had accomplished. Still I couldn’t help but wonder; should it really matter what she looked like? Isn’t the physical, mental and emotional ordeal this brave woman surrendered herself to, in the service of another person, enough?

I think it should be. I know we live in image-centric times, filled with Instagram worthy snaps. And of course no one wants to be caught looking like the dog’s dinner, myself included. But there has to be a line. We shouldn’t feel obligated to primp and prep for fear of falling short and being criticized by a mud-flinging, shame-chanting society.

As you have likely guessed my Plan B went awry.  My sweet daughter decided to show up much earlier than expected, and she came fast and furious. I was caught completely off guard. I arrived at the hospital with not a lick of makeup on, hair untamed, barefoot and pajama clad (and I don’t mean the extra cute ones reserved for sleepovers). Needless to say, I most definitely did not look my best.

For me, gazing at my delivery photos is like watching a perfect sunset. Don’t get me wrong, I still look less than stellar and those photos will never see the light of social-media. However, on the scale of what’s important, none of that matters.

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Mom Stuff Pregnancy

Treat Yo Self

I was putting on my bra one morning when my husband said, “Seriously. GET A NEW BRA.” He’s not an ass. I promise. To be fair, the ONE BRA I was wearing day in and day out was a nursing bra I got while…

May 1, 2017
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Mom Advice Pregnancy

When To Start Trying

This is so personal and different for everyone, so sadly I can’t give you a magic recipe for when to start, but these are some of my litmus tests for when I knew I was ready. I was ready to sacrifice. We all know…

April 11, 2017
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“You aren’t you…”

Sebastian, my first, was born on April 3, 2004. As a new mother, I was struggling with everything, breastfeeding most of all. On my six week checkup I got the post c-section all clear from my doctor. Yay! I could have sex again! Yeah.…

February 9, 2017
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Mom Advice Pregnancy Second baby

Labor Take 2

So the good news is that labor the second time around was definitely easier. Finally something about pregnancy that people didn’t lie about! (Glowing for 9 months my ass..) I had a radically different labor experience this time. I think it’s because I was…

January 3, 2017
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Birth Plan

When I was around twenty weeks pregnant with my first born, I became obsessed with finding the perfect stroller. I had narrowed it down to a select few but couldn’t pull the trigger on “the one”. So naturally, when I saw a woman walking…

December 26, 2016
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Mom Stuff Pregnancy

Pregnant And (Not So) Modest

I have been getting asked a lot this pregnancy (by friends who know me really well) “What changed?”. They ask this because for anyone who knows me, it’s downright weird to see so many revealing pictures of me on my social media. Before having…

November 29, 2016
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I Miss My Mom

There are literally no words or combinations of words I could use to properly convey how much I miss my Mum. Sometimes it doesn’t feel real and sometimes it’s so painful I struggle to catch my breath. When my Mum died I found myself…

November 10, 2016