This was supposed to be a joyous time, but it didn’t feel joyous. It felt crazy and stressful and out-of-control.
Every day, I am the unseen face of postpartum depression.
I should have been overjoyed that it was only Bell’s Palsy. Instead, I was mildly relieved and extremely sad.
I wonder now, why I waited as long as I did to seek help.
I’m going to feed my little girl when she’s hungry, and if that’s offensive to you, well… you were probably going to be offended anyway.
I want you to know that you’re doing enough; that you are enough. You are more than enough. You are everything to your children.
While the breast may in some ways “be best,” it certainly isn’t “the tits.”
Parenting is the ultimate character workout.
The more often I pushed myself to be intimate in the pursuit of pregnancy, the less trouble I had with libido.
As trees bloomed and birds sang, my excitement about becoming a mother was bubbling over just like my growing belly.