I wrote this tonight for my grandmother’s memorial service which will take place on Tuesday while I am in the hospital. I intended to write tonight about why my husband and I made the VERY difficult decision to be induced tomorrow morning. A decision that we did not take lightly, as I am vastly opposed…
Why My Son (Still) has a Birthmark…on His Face.
I want this post to be my longest yet because there is SO much history and science behind Styles’ birthmark but I want to keep this more about my emotions and less about history or science so I’ll do my best to do just that. Styles was born after 3 hours and 6 minutes of…
She’s Beautiful, So Why Aren’t I?
Having a daughter scares me. I grew up with a mother who struggled with body image. She was anorexic/bulimic and I had to call 911 multiple times for her passing out after not eating for weeks. I’ll never forget when she weighed 88 lbs at 5’7″ and would suck her stomach in until you could…
mURPHY’S lAW mONDAY – VDay Edition
Things happen in my life on a near-daily basis that prove Murphy’s Law as truth. Each Monday is now dedicated to showcasing my life’s crazy moments. If it can happen, it will happen. OK, so this may or may not be personal experience. And it may or may not have happened within the last month. So let’s…
Dancing with PPD
I’ve tip-toed dangerously close to the edge of the depression pool for years, dipping my toes in from time to time. I somehow managed to never fall in, despite having risk factors such as family history, family dysfunction, family history of alcoholism, being a woman, and self-esteem issues. I always wore emotional make-up to hide…
They Hate me Because I Wear Make-Up
It’s true. They seriously hate me because I wear make-up. I’m not talking about the shellac on your face, eyeliner, rouge, and mascara kind of make-up. No, I’m talking about the emotional make-up that has almost always made me up. I was one of the teenagers you hear about who has the perfect life, or…
A Fork in the Road
I’ve come to a fork in the road. As a wife, a parent, a friend, and a blogger. I have to decide whether staying true to myself is more important than potentially offending people or if I need to tone down my opinions and apparently “abrasive” personality to appease a few people who think that…
Women. Are. Disgusting.
If you have a vagina, I’m talking to you. You’re disgusting. Don’t look at me that way! You are! We all know that men are animals, right? Well, I’ve come to the conclusion that women are animals too. The worst sort of animals, actually. Downright disgusting, gnarly, poo-flinging, insect eating animals who are able…
A Quickie
I was put on “Pelvic Rest” for this pregnancy about 6 weeks ago. For those of you who don’t know what pelvic rest means, it means no fun after dark. No playing “hide the salami”, no dancing the horizontal mambo, no mid-afternoon “naps”, no more practicing for more babies (so what I’m already pregnant?), you…
Christmas Tree Traditions
I absolutely LOVE Christmas. I love everything about it: the smell of a freshly cut Christmas tree, the scent of baking that lingers in my kitchen for over a month, the warmth of a fuzzy snowman-adorned blanket, the crisp air that stings your nose when you breathe in, the lights, the decor, AND the music….