Topic: pregnancy

I Never Got To Say Goodbye To Alcohol, And Other Confessions Of A Newly Pregnant Person

I Never Got To Say Goodbye To Alcohol, And Other Confessions Of A Newly Pregnant Person

The first thought that popped into my mind when I saw the “positive” sign on my First Response Early Result pee stick? “Wow, so that happened a lot faster than I anticipated.” I was shocked, ecstatic, amazed, and bouncing off the walls. The second thought that occurred to me? “Wow, so now I stop drinking. For a long time. BUT…BUT…BUT I NEVER SAID GOODBYE TO ALL THE WINE.” More »

No, It’s Not Okay To Body Shame A Pregnant Woman With Abs

No, It's Not Okay To Body Shame A Pregnant Woman With Abs

Look, I know what you’re thinking. You’re sitting there thinking there’s no way in the fiery pits of hell that the woman to the left is pregnant. Not only does she not look with child in any way, but she most certainly does not look like she is in her third trimester. Which she is, at 8 months pregnant. I know. I KNOW. Crazy talk, right? I can honestly say I’ve never seen a pregnant woman maintain a six pack, but I guess there’s a first time for everything! More »

Why I Stopped Saying ‘Someday’ When It Came To Having Kids

Why I Stopped Saying 'Someday' When It Came To Having Kids

I didn’t plan to be an old mom. I got married at twenty-three and wasn’t even sure I wanted kids. That ambivalence toward motherhood stretched through the first several years of my marriage. I didn’t think parenting was for me—I’d never babysat as a teenager or changed a diaper in my life. My husband Jay is in the Navy and his back-to-back deployments meant having a child wasn’t just on the back burner—it was on a burner in someone else’s kitchen. “Someday when we have kids” was a phrase we used often, but it never seemed real. A resolution for a distant new year, maybe. More »

The Only Part Of Your Pre-Baby Body Worth Missing Is Your Bladder

The Only Part Of Your Pre-Baby Body Worth Missing Is Your Bladder

As I’ve said here before, the current version of my body and I have made our peace. We’ve forgiven each other over the stretch marks, the broadened hips, the weird saggy-tummy-skin thing going on around the top of my jeans these days. We’ve figured out ways to hide what’s going on in the general abdominal region, we’ve gone the one-piece swimsuit route, and we’ve acknowledged that “stretch mark fading creams” are not a good use of money. But there’s one thing I have to admit I’m not quite over, and one thing that cannot be hidden with any bold fabric or stiff denim yet invented. And that thing is my perfect, youthful, innocent pre-baby bladder. More »