My ideal vacation is leisurely and relaxing. Sleeping in until my internal clock tells me it’s time to rise. Relishing a cup of coffee in the sun. Eating a slow, savory breakfast. And reading a good book on the beach, only to be interrupted by the occasional call of the ocean to submerge myself in its salty goodness. Please note

I think we can all unanimously agree that the postpartum period is overwhelming. From recovering from childbirth, learning your baby’s cues, tending to your other children if you have them, and running on a total lack of sleep, it can often feel like you’re moving through life in a daze. I’m honestly amazed that I remember anything from those foggy

I can only speak for myself, but when I think about my pre-baby life, it sometimes feels like a totally different existence. From making spontaneous, last-minute plans, going on random road trips, to bonding with my girlfriends over Sunday morning mimosas, I can confidently say that a lot has changed. My social life used to centered around doing exciting things,

Before I began my breastfeeding journey, I was met with a lot of great advice, some not-so-good advice, and almost a complete lack of what I like to call “a warning would’ve been nice!” As much as I appreciated hearing anecdotal experiences about how to increase supply or fix a faulty latch, I also wanted to know all the nitty-gritty

Have you ever spent an hour or so on Instagram, scrolling through the seemingly endless stream of mommy-blogs, only to suddenly start feeling sorry for yourself? I have. Don’t get me wrong; my life is good. My family is healthy, we have a roof over our heads, and plenty of food on the table. So what’s the problem? Well, this

It’s often implied that somewhere around the third trimester, pregnant women instinctively start to nest in anticipation of their newest little arrival. I’m not sure why this calling for me seems to manifest itself into baking pies, washing floorboards, and finally cleaning out those weird crumbs in the crevices in my oven, but it is what it is. As much

I love being a toddler-mom. There is something so magical about watching a tightly-swaddled little caterpillar of a baby transform into a reckless winged butterfly. There are few things I love more than watching my daughter learn, grow, and interact with the world around her. In fact, it often feels like I’m rediscovering the enchantment of life through the perspective

If I’m honest, the one thing that has really suffered since becoming a parent is my ability to fulfill my entertainment needs. Pre-baby, I could easily spend my days off work lying in bed, binge-watching an entire season on Netflix. I could crush a whole novel in one afternoon without interruption. I could watch a full movie without having to

We live in a world of constant motion and stimulus. We have goals, projects, shows to watch, social media feeds to scroll, places to go, and dear god; sometimes, it seems like the list of things we could be doing or should be doing never ends. Like many people, I spent most of my life succumbing to this insatiable rhythm

Being a new mom is hard. It starts with enduring childbirth, which, unless you’re one of those orgasmic birthers, isn’t exactly a walk in the park. Next up? Dealing with the expectation to promptly recover postpartum. Yes, my peri-bottle and I will be back at the office by Monday. No problem. Then people start coming to visit. And talk. And