Maybe you’re one of the lucky new moms whose friends all have babies. You visit each others’ houses, share childcare, and cry together over your latest breastfeeding/potty training/identity -crises. Your kids frolic together under rainbows while you enjoy pinterest-worthy dinners in your well-groomed backyards. Good for you.
If you’re not one of the lucky ones, you might instead be (more…)
As a kid, I pictured my adult self as a woman in a hot pink shoulder-padded business suit. My hair would be feathery and frosted, my practical yet stylish pumps would coordinate perfectly with my flashy jewelry. My briefcase would occasionally brush against my pantyhosed leg as I walked briskly down the city street to my next business meeting. I would be an Important Business Woman! (Can you tell I grew up in the 80’s?)
While I’ve always wanted to have kids, what I certainly didn’t want was to be a Stay at Home Mom. How boring! How un-glamorous! How very not “Having-it-all!” (more…)
A few years ago, when I was 32, I exercised a LOT.
At this point, I am very involved in my martial arts training, and am working out about 10 hours per week. I bike-commute about 20 miles per week, can deadlift 205 lbs, and, on a good day, can do 27 pull ups in a row. Damn.*
As a woman who is interested in health, I subscribe to Women’s Health Magazine. I love reading the nutrition tips (more…)
“My friend Jake rides dune buggies,” my three-year-old son Leo offers casually. This is one afternoon last week. We are in the middle of playing legos on the dining room floor.
“Oh yeah?” I ask. (more…)
How I became squishy, leaky, and happy all at once.
Three months ago, I had my second baby. I carried her for exactly nine months, grew her strong, then pushed her out fast and hard. And here we are: she is she, and I am (more…)
Shortly after the birth of my son, I was surprised by how much of an identity crisis I had. When I was expecting the kid, my brother, neighbors, strangers told me, “No matter what, you won’t be ready!” And yeah, they were right. But the metaphysical punch to the side of the head was still more shocking than I expected.
For instance, I understood that I might not get sleep. But the effects of long-term sleep deprivation? I had no clue. I didn’t understand that for months I would desperately long for an uninterrupted three-hour stretch of sleep. That, in the depths of tiredness, I would find myself wailing and lying on the living room floor and asking my husband to bring me something to eat, because I was too tired to get it myself. Then,when he brought me apple slices, I would cry even harder. Apple slices were so crunchy, and I was too tired to chew.
And I figured that my time would be taken up by caring for the baby, but I didn’t know that (more…)