“I think it went really well!” I told my husband excitedly as I wiggled out of my blazer, which was now definitely too snug on my third-trimester body.  “Did they say when to expect a call back?” he asked, with noticeable caution in his voice. We had been having this conversation for months already. It would start with me excitedly

My toddler’s cup skipped across the floor spraying juice everywhere. I then looked over to find poop oozing out of my baby’s onesie. It was 11:00 am and I still hadn’t found time to eat breakfast or have coffee. My toddler started screaming out “Mommy! Mommy!” while my baby shrieked. I felt frustrated and angry so I ran to the

Since the dawn of time, or at least during my 31 trips around the sun, it seems as though mothers near and far have been trying to crack the code of the “perfect family.” Let’s get one obvious thing out of the way: there is no such thing as the perfect family. I think we all innately understand that determining

I was born a worrier. The intrusive thoughts, panic attacks, and anxiety started at a very young age and never really subsided. As the years passed, I learned how to cope with this internal war in different ways. Some healthy, like prescribed medication, therapy, and meditation- and some not so healthy (hello binge-drinking college years). But at the end of

I thought weaning my son would be dreadful. In my head, the few moments I allowed myself to even think about it, I pictured screaming and crying and pleading and me having to say “no” to a tear-stained little face.  The reality is: it was dreadful. Just not for my son. When my son turned 1, I realized we were

Six weeks postpartum was that magical milestone when I expected to be back to feeling like myself. I had my final appointment with my midwife scheduled and was told I would likely be cleared to resume normal activity. I took that to mean that I would be able to do hard workouts and run again. I would be ready to

I spent the months before my baby was born immersed in books about breastfeeding. It was a completely foreign concept to me. Sure, I had seen people breastfeed, but that was the extent of my knowledge. As I started to read about the incredible benefits, I also found myself wide-eyed as I learned about everything that could go wrong. Breastfeeding