Last night I took a class to refresh myself on breastfeeding/pumping. I did not do well with this my first go-around, in fact, I dried up/gave up after 5 short weeks. I was battling post-partum something fierce, and for me, at that time, bottle feeding was just a must....

With my due date slowly creeping up on me, I’ve been reflecting on my feelings towards this pregnancy and arrival of the new baby (especially after seeing her over the weekend via 4D/HD ultrasound- how cool that was). As you may recall, four months ago I was absolutely terrified...

It’s been awhile since I’ve blogged. It’s not that I haven’t had blog-worthy material to write, but it’s the fear of writing it. Most recently I’ve been dealing with a pretty dramatic situation that I somehow allowed myself to feel responsible for, when in fact, I am not. I...

My emotions this week have been nothing other than a hot mess. My coworkers reassure me I’m entitled to being a mess due to pregnancy hormones, and I think today I’m just going to have to accept it as that. Yesterday I had a meltdown over losing an umbrella....

Time. Everyone’s perception of time is different. After talking with a friend last night, we realized how completely different our view of time is. In her words, “It’s only an hour” and in my words, “It’s a whole hour!” Let me explain. To someone with depression, time moves much...

If you haven’t heard by now (ya know, like in the olden days when word of mouth was the main form of communication) our family is expecting another little girl! Jacob and I both really had our hopes up for a boy, and I won’t lie and pretend like...

At my most recent OB appointment, I confessed that I just feel like something is going to go terribly wrong with this pregnancy; I just have this gut feeling. My practitioner simply laughed and said, “It’s because you’re a mom and you have anxiety!” I had to laugh it...

It’s that time of year again… the Lenten Season! Almost every year I give up Facebook for Lent. To some it’s become expectant, to others I still get the eye roll. But I’ve had to come to the conclusion that I shouldn’t really care if others expect it or...

One of the more embarrassing characteristics of my bipolar disorder is what I had being referring to as manic episodes, but honestly, it’s not really mania. After doing more research and talking with a professional, I have also been diagnosed with IED (Intermittent Explosive Disorder). Mania usually lasts longer...

Now that word is officially out about our expectant child, I be can real. It’s not pretty, and it’s definitely not something I’m proud of, but I truly believe I cannot be the only person with these feelings, and I think it’s ok to have them. Prepare yourself for...