I am 11 months postpartum and I finally got in to see a pelvic floor physical therapist. I am strong. I am a former division 1 athlete. I bike and swim and walk and lift. I do strength training and HIIT and spin classes. I have focused on gentle postpartum core strength and healing diastasis … Continue reading
On Wednesday, at 11 a.m., there were tears in my eyes. At first I unconsciously tried to blink them away, but then I realized that I didn’t care because I was working from home, alone, because everyone is social distancing on the 1-year anniversary of the Covid-19 virus being discovered in the U.S. and causing … Continue reading
I didn’t want this to be a “mommy blog.” I never thought that the only thing I would have to write about would be my kid. I didn’t want to give anyone advice on the best baby gear, the tricks I use to get a baby to sleep, hacks to get your toddler to eat … Continue reading
I think I finally understand the true meaning of Mother’s Day. Growing up, I knew Mother’s Day to be a day where we put our handprints on construction paper and told her how much we appreciated everything she did for us. We went out to brunch after church and we took pictures on the front … Continue reading
There are ups and downs. It’s a rollercoaster. There are tough days and there are great days. It’s the hardest, most rewarding, most wonderful time of your life. Enjoy every minute. You’ll have no idea what you’re doing most of the time. You will cry, hormones are raging, baby blues and postpartum depression are real. … Continue reading
I am part of an exclusive club. Yes, the mom club, but we’re even more exclusive than that. We are the ones who became moms in the time of coronavirus. It’s a club none of us knew existed and none of us want to be in. We are the moms who have to navigate the … Continue reading
About a week after we got home from the hospital, I wrote down the story of my daughter’s birth. It was 13 pages, and it took me six days. I wanted to remember every little detail and yet even after 13 pages, I still think I missed things. There are parts of that day that … Continue reading
I’ve made some new friends recently. I think. I hope. And one of them told me that she read my writing and she hoped I would write more. So here goes. When I was pregnant I was full of all this self-righteous angst and rage. Is that to be expected from a feminist, millennial, first-time … Continue reading
Four months ago, I peed on a plastic stick, and as the two thin lines slowly materialized, life as I knew it changed forever. That was just a few days after I wrote my last post about the Three Rivers Arts Festival. I was actually pregnant when we went to that festival, I just didn’t … Continue reading
Every year, the Pittsburgh Three Rivers Arts Festival in June creeps up on me and slips right by. It will be mid-summer, full of hot, sticky days and long, lazy nights and I’ll suddenly remember this super cool art festival that the Pittsburgh Cultural Trust hosts every year, 10 days of free concerts, art vendors, … Continue reading