Oh, how it’s changed from a three-month-old. And a newborn. I think if I knew then how little sleep I’d be getting now … well, my head might have imploded.
Instead, I want to work on another problem. It’s a chronic thing. It’s a cultural thing. And maybe it’s a genetic thing. But I know I can change it.
… and for that, I have a lot to be proud of.
My good blog friend Sarah at Housewife Plus nominated me for a Liebster Award!
I haven’t written in awhile, and all the things I wanted to write about are just piling up. So here they go.
In a different way, going back after maternity leave is another momentous moment, maybe even harder to emotionally navigate than the day she was born.
This week I put the last of my elastic-waisted, ruched-shirted pregnancy wardrobe away.
Even while my infant daughter is literally strapped to my chest right now almost everywhere we go, I’m constantly thinking about how to help her grow up into a resourceful, independent, confident woman.
It’s amazing how rapidly your body undergoes a transformation over the nine months that you are pregnant. And then, how rapidly it transforms again after you give birth.
I am terrible at keeping secrets. Thankfully, I don’t have to keep this one any longer. You can practically pin-point the day I got pregnant — it was like, the day I stopped blogging. While, biologically speaking, there weren’t any symptoms affecting me then (the start of your pregnancy actually includes two weeks before conception)… […]