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

If we were grabbing tea together, I’d have so much to share with you about motherhood and life these days.  Grab a seat, let’s chat! Also, did I mention that your hair looks really nice today? So let’s see.  First up, happy fall, it’s the season of never-ending preschool sickness!  Sharing is caring! But also, aughhhhhhhh. Second on the teatime

Last year, my daughter was sick on Halloween.  Like, pale as an actual ghost lying on the couch and falling asleep in her costume sick, poor thing.  And while she was three years old and therefore pretty oblivious to everything she was missing out on, I was as crushed as a Kit-Kat on the sidewalk the day after Halloween.