I made a choice today. Well, I made a lot of choices today, some better than others, but I digress. I made a choice to stop drinking alcohol for at least as long as I continue to breastfeed Sydney. I realize a lot of women make this choice, and there’s really nothing profound about me doing it too, but I find writing about it (and writing in general) to be therapeutic, especially if I have an audience that I’m writing to. Continue reading “My Conscious Choice”
I realize that I touched on, but never really went into detail on how I went from having a 1% chance of conceiving to giving birth to a beautiful baby girl. Don’t worry, this isn’t a birds and the bees ‘how babies are made’ blog, this is a blog about acupuncture. Continue reading “How DID you get pregnant???”
Post-pregnancy I turned to food as a coping mechanism. Especially when trying to live through PUPPPS and my failed attempts at breastfeeding. In those weeks and months following Keely’s birth instead of eating right and shedding pregnancy weight I packed on the pounds. In the last almost two years I’ve created habits and food addictions that are neither healthy nor sustainable.
If anyone ever tells you that it’s a good idea to have a 9 year old, a toddler, and a newborn while trying to sell your house, fix up a new house, and take over your parents basement, they’re lying to you. It’s not a good idea. Not at all. Continue reading “Life’s Little (or big) Stresses”
So, finding time to write a blog entry with a newborn and a toddler and a 9 year old is difficult. Who knew? I’m taking middle of the night feedings to put together this blog, so bear with me if it doesn’t flow as nicely as others I’ve written.
As Bridgette said, baby Cotton Blossom, now known as Sydney, has arrived! She’s beautiful, and life is certainly different but definitely richer. Here is Sydney’s birth story: Continue reading “My daughter’s birth story”
It’s tough sometimes to find the time to truly relax as a parent. You have to get rid of more stress with less time. It’s also tough sometimes when as a mom, you’re relegated to a more quiet night when maybe an eventful night was more desired.
A few Fridays ago I was feeling the need to do something, but I didn’t feel the desire to craft or binge watch TV. As I grow my hair out this time, I want to take better care of it, so earlier that week I had been reviewing some uses for coconut oil.
Tomorrow the world will change. We will either have the first female president or a habitual businessman turned politician. Don’t worry, this isn’t a political post. I won’t be saying who I am voting for and why. In fact, I actually hate talking about politics when it has the potential to cause an argument (which is different than a debate). This blog is no place for that conversation.
That being said, this election has brought up a lot of what it means to be a woman in today’s society and furthermore, a mother to a daughter.
Well, it’s come again – the beginning of the school year. I enjoy beginnings, especially the beginning of the school year. There’s a certain energy when I see all of the kids, tan and smiling, coming in telling me about their summers, so excited to find out who their teacher is and who is in their classroom. The newness is palpable and the entire school seems to be buzzing with anticipation. Kids are excited, teachers are excited, parents are excited. It’s a good time in a school.
And yet there are other emotions besides excitement – anxiety, fear, worry, stress, sadness… Beginnings are exciting, but they can be scary as well. For me, I’m a ball of stress wrapped up in a blanket of anxiety, with a pinch of excitement sprinkled in there for those with a refined enough palate to detect it. Continue reading “Confessions of a Pregnant Teacher on the Night Before the First Day of School”
I can’t tell you how many times I’ve heard this phrase – before, during, and after our adoption process. And, although it happens, it couldn’t be further from the truth.