After having my first child I seem to recall the extra pregnancy weight falling off rather quickly. At one point in my final days of my second pregnancy I was battling the sort of senioritis or ‘over-it’ feeling you get at the end and I made a list of all the things I was looking forward to doing after I got done being pregnant. It was a fun list to make and one item I remember that was more towards the top of the list was getting rid of my maternity clothes.

Then September 2nd rolls around, my son and I are snuggling in the hospital and I make a list again. What I’m going to do when I get home, I grab that pad of hospital paper and the pen and begin jotting down all sorts of things. Once again I excitedly jot down, “Get rid of maternity clothes!!!” I was just hating them at the end, most of them are not as comfortable or attractive as good ‘ol regular clothes.  read more »

SYDNEY (AFP) - Pregnancy has long been blamed for addling women’s minds but new work by Australian researchers finds this idea may be nothing more than an old wives’ tale.

A study by the Australian National University’s centre for mental health research found that there is no evidence to suggest that impending motherhood affects a woman’s cognitive ability.  read more »

I just had to whip this up after giving birth for a second time - naturally. During both of my labors I had doctors at some point say to me this after I rejected offers of drugs, “No one get’s a medal for doing it naturally”
No.
No one gets a medal for it but perhaps they should.
Thus I’ve created this Pink Heart Medal of Honor for all women who decided to go natural.
Don’t worry mamas it’s one in a series of medals I plan on creating celebrating all the ways women bring babies in to this world, none of them gets a medal either but each labor story is unique and certainly  read more »

This is the most conflicting post I’ll ever blurt out. Here I am, uber pregnant, it’s been hot - like sickly hot, the baby has dropped, I’m cruising around 1cm dilated, I’ve got just a couple of weeks left before I hit that so-called due date (after all it’s just a guess). So how do I feel? Like most women, a big part of me is ready, over it, done, stick a fork in me.

Then there’s this other shred of me, this tiny little piece of me that’s clinging on to these last moments where my family is only us three. Hurry up, get this baby out of me… or hold on, let me shower my sweet daughter with every ounce of my attention for just a little bit longer.  read more »