So you’ve reached the end.  Like a female Frodo Baggins, you’ve come to the end of your journey, thrown the….nipple?…into the fires of Mount Doom (ouch?) and have completed this quest.  Okay look, I know the metaphor isn’t the best but hang tight with me please. The MAIN point is that now you deserve to rest of up and rejoice

It’s been a minute since I talked about podcasts and how great they are for pumping sessions.  The last time I podded and pumped (pumped and pod’d? someone please come up with a better term for this!) was a while ago, so I feel like I should update my recommendations a little for what’s hot in podcast land (podlandia!).  Because

2019 marks Year 8 in my life dealing with Unexplained Infertility.  First came the miscarriage, then the failed IUI cycles, and eventual successful IVF experience, and finally my beloved daughter, then a failed IVF cycle in 2016.  In 2017 we became a foster family, setting aside IVF etc because we’d used all the frozen embryos we had, and were at

Ahh yes, that time of year: when everyone is posting about diets and workout regimes they plan on taking up on January 1.  Well, those may be your cup of tea and they may not be, and if they aren’t, I’m here to encourage you that this is 100% okay. Look, breastfeeding does weird things to bodies.  Some women lose

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Ah yes, it’s another aspect of the Christmas season: parental guilt!  Delightful. Nothing says holly jolly like a hot cup of mama guilt. So grab a mug of cocoa and settle in!  Let’s take a look at all the ways I’ve felt unnecessary parental guilt this season. We totally skipped going to Santa. My daughter and I were half an

This is it, mama. That nod that you’ve maybe unconsciously been waiting for. The Look that says, do it. The whispered word, “Yes.” The waffles for dinner? Yes. The skipped day of school for a special mom-and-kid date? Yes. The bribe of candy. Yes. The screen time. Yes. All those things that everyone says are going to ruin your child

Holidays with kids, man!  What a trip. I wish I’d known so many things.  Like, so. many. things. When you don’t have kids of your own, it looks like one big holly jolly onslaught of merriment.  The truth is…messier. For example… I wish I’d known that a gingerbread house making afternoon might actually only take like, thirty minutes and not

If I were a nursing mama this holiday season (or maybe a mother-in-law shopping for her daughter-in-law about to have a baby, or a cousin searching for that special something for your cousin about to have a wee one, etc), I know for sure I’d have these things on my wishlist.  And while I may not be in the market

Dear creative new-mama self of the past, Do not despair.  You have an infant, and you feel like your whole ability to get a single task done is shattered beyond repair.  You thought you wouldn’t change after having children. You were wrong. But how amazing to be wrong! Let me back up.  Your whole life, you struggled to get writing