The night before James was born, I had hit my breaking point. In the middle of the night, I told God, and Max I couldn’t do it one more day. I was physically miserable, having been in early labor for days, emotionally spent as my mental health starting declining with each day, and I was…

Just hours after having my daughter, almost 20 months ago, I remember looking in the mirror at myself in the hospital bathroom. I knew I would still “look pregnant” but what I saw still shocked me. Stretch marks, which were barely noticeable and hiding under my giant belly just hours before, had deepened and darkened…

Let’s jump right into it! Here are just a few things on my mind lately: Addresses – A few months ago one of my friends needed my address and when she texted me for it, she jokingly apologized, calling our generation, “the generation that always asks each other for addresses.” And now, every time I…

The scene this Saturday morning is much different from that of 12 hours ago. The smell of freshly brewed coffee wafts through the house, along with the Cinnamon/Orange oil combination I am obsessed with diffusing. I am downstairs in my little office nook, sipping on the aforementioned coffee, listening to the sounds of my daughter…

When it comes to making ambitious life goals and only working towards them for 3 days, I am your girl. I am ALL hype and little follow through. It is one of my least favorite things about myself and the reason I have announced countless half marathons, new morning routines and Whole 30 stints. I…

Expectations have always been a doozy for me. A few weeks before my husband and I were to be married, he had a trip for work over to the East Coast. At the time, we had a journal that we wrote to each other in, because nonstop texting and seeing each other daily just wasn’t…

Awhile ago, on a Tuesday afternoon, I texted my husband thanking him for being at work because “I AM LIVING MY DREAM!” I pushed the stroller inside the mall, making a return at Kohl’s and thought, “This is living!” But then that same day, later in the evening, I cried tears into the dishwasher after…

The first time I felt it was 9 days after Mila was born. We brought in our 7 something pound baby to the doctor for her first check-up after being discharged from the NICU a few days prior. We were anxious to see what she weighed, because like a lot of babies, she lost some…

My pregnancy with Mila was a roller coaster. A second trimester diagnosis that led to shots in my belly and a million appointments. A pandemic that left me isolated from friends and family. Pre-term labor at 30 weeks that landed me on bedrest. It was just me and my husband and a Costco sheet cake…

Fear has always played a large role in my life. It has robbed me of joy, stolen my peace, and wasted precious time I will never get back. I just put Mila, my 11 week old daughter, down for her first nap of the day. She has this outrageously soft, luxury blanket she was given…