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. 

5 Reasons Why Shopping for Maternity Wear is the Worst

5 Reasons Why Shopping for Maternity Wear is the Worst

Although I still have a few pieces of maternity wear hanging around in a ball in my closet from my first pregnancy, I recently decided to hit the mall to treat myself. And what a treat it was.