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So Tired of Cleaning

My 11-month-old son doesn't use a pacifier anymore; he prefers to suck his thumb. I don't blame him, and nor am I surprised. I, myself, was a voracious thumb sucker. In fact, I loved it so much that at eight years old, I was threatened...

Becoming Unspecial

I didn't know it was the last time I would pump expressed milk. I didn't know it would be the last time I'd nurse my son. One was my decision and the other was his –– both were after the fact. It's not how I...

Beyond These Walls

A week ago, we broke the seal. No, I'm not talking about giving into peeing during a night of drinking –– a term I distinctly remember learning in a gross bathroom at the SAE house during one of my first weeks at college. We popped...

Don’t Ask A New Mom

This post was written for and originally appeared on The Tot.   Pregnancy, labor, and delivery and postpartum are equally exciting and overwhelming moments in the lives of new parents, but especially moms. It’s understandable that an inner circle of friends and family want to share in...

A Letter To Myself

Dear 7 Months Postpartum You,   Life feels pretty surreal, huh? People keep referring to the “new normal,” but nothing has felt normal for a really long time. 2019 was anything but, kicking January off with a positive pregnancy test and ending with a 9pm bedtime on...

Just The Essentials

It was yesterday. I wore a Hello Kitty face mask and had my ID, credit card, car key and hand sanitizer in my pockets. I performed a cautious and abbreviated version of my tried and true choreography around the store, stopping first for the biggest...

The Second Two Months

If the first two months of my baby's life made me feel like a 24/7 Renaissance Faire performer in a PG-13 show that ran every three hours, the second two months have made me feel like a mad scientist. Emphasis on the MAD.   I am officially...

The First Two Months

The other day while in line to check out at Whole Foods, a woman behind us noticed the baby I was wearing. “Enjoy. It goes by so fast,” she warmly advised as she side smiled at the thirteen-year-old helping unload her cart onto the conveyor...

Expecting W/O Expectation

After our engagement, I resolved to not talk about wedding planning for three whole months. This was in May and by the time September rolled around, as promised, I chose a venue.   I know myself, and myself needs time because myself hates change. We had an...