First C-Section Vs. Second (Gregory’s Birth)
One month ago, our lives completely changed (again). We welcomed our brand new baby boy, Gregory, coming in at 9lbs 3oz (just like his sister). I’m still learning how to wear this new skin as a mom of two. I barely figured out how to get the previous one to fit and...
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Working Pregnant Mom: Allowing myself to breathe
It's been a while. And honestly, I could sit here and up come up with a million excuses. A few of them would actually sound forgivable. But, to be completely honest, I stopped because I found myself wanting to spend those moments I could have been writing, with my...
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Accepting a Job Offer While Pregnant
As someone who has always tried to follow a path in life and prides herself on staying three steps ahead, when I do something out of my comfort zone, I tend to fill with more anxiety than you can imagine. So, of course, this means, parenthood has been a constant struggle of not being able to control life. I guess the positive thing about it all, though, is that I’m learning to live outside of the path I thought I needed to stay on. And all of this brings me to yesterday and what it represents.
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The day you realize you’re not superwoman
I think the hardest realization that has come from my time as a parent has been discovering I’m not superwoman. When you spend your life having the world deem you as the fixer, or the problem solver, or the one with all of the answers, you spend every minute trying to exceed that expectation. It’s a thrilling feeling – to be needed, for people to look to you for answers. Being able to stand on a pedestal and let the world know that you’ll solve anything and that no problem is too small or too big is all that matters, until the day you crash. Suddenly, its obvious that you’re not invincible, that your strong exterior can’t deflect every hit, and that there are problems that you cannot solve. And the biggest downfall is that I’m the one who put myself up there. I’m the one who spent my life convincing myself that I needed to hold this title because it’s what made the most sense. A need to be needed is only valid if you, yourself, never need anything.
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Why Pregnancy is Slower the Second Time Around
If you have been following along, or are within 100 miles of my mother, you’ve probably heard we’re expecting a boy this time around. I’m officially 18 weeks along and, it has felt like the longest 18 weeks of my life. For some reason, with Abby, it felt like pregnancy rushed by (except for the last month which lasted a year on it’s own), but this time around, everything is painfully slow. Maybe it’s because I already know what to expect at the end of this marathon, or maybe it’s because motherhood has made me even more impatient, or, more likely it’s because I honestly cannot remember what milestone I’m supposed to be at and I’m constantly worried that I’m missing something. That last one sounds more like me.
read moreHi There, I’m Lisa
I jumped head first into mommyland, fully prepared to rock it, and ended up bellyflopping in the deep end.
Mommyhood is a crazy adventure. Pour yourself a glass of wine or a mug of coffee (or a mug of wine, because sometimes it’s much more satisfying to drink wine when you have a handle), and lets figure out this parenting thing as we go along.