An Open Letter To My Post-Baby Bod

An Open Letter To My Post-Baby Bod

This is neither a letter of celebration, nor regret. This is simply an acknowledgement of your presence; a simple note to say that, yeah, I see you, in all of your loose-skinned glory. I accept that you're here. I know that I spent 9 months cultivating you, eating cheeseburgers when I should have had a salad, taking naps when I should have done a workout. But I was hungry. And I was tired. It's not that I hate you; I just haven't learned how to love you yet. 

What If It’s Another Boy?

What If It’s Another Boy?

As the days leading up to our anatomical screen get closer and closer, I've started to ask myself, "What if it's another boy?" And I think I've come up with a pretty good answer.