Barts.

Bella sits quietly on the couch and watches me move. I try to focus on my breath, the technique, the proper placement of my body. This is unusual for her, as she normally likes to attempt the yoga moves or run around me.

Almost to the end, Savasana, I lay in peace as the Namaste DVD plays soothing music and encourages me to, “Let all your thoughts go, simply be.” As I relax, I suddenly feel a tiny presence by my head. Cracking open one eye, I see Bella peering at me.

“Ok Mommy?” she asks worried. I nod. “I’m fine honey, I’m almost done.” [Read more...]

The “Right” Parenting Choice

I’ll admit that I love being told I’m a good mom or doing a good job raising Bella. Who doesn’t like to hear that? But what I don’t love is when someone tries to congratulate me with a backwards compliment or insult to a working mom. Because that, my friends, really torks my monkey.

Like the PA in our old doctors office who wondered why Bella had croup so often last year. She asked if I had Bella in daycare, and I replied I stayed at home with her.

“Good for you,” she replied nodding. “Best thing you can do when you have children, what a great choice.”

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This is what’s coming your way…

One of my biggest regrets about blogging is not writing through my pregnancy with Bella. I started one, posted like 2 times and let it go. I was all about The Bump back then. This time around, I’m so excited to be able to track the journey – no matter the outcome.

But, I wanted to show you what last time around looked like. Because everyone says you get bigger, faster with the second. Or most people do. So friends. FAIR WARNING. [Read more...]

I’m *that* mom.

When I worked as a daycare supervisor several years ago, I remember dreading the kids that came once or twice a week. Not because they were terrible children, but because 99% of the time they were kids of a stay at home mom.

I wasn’t a big fan of stay at home moms as a nanny or in a daycare. I found them pesty, hovering, anal, and usually convinced that their child would burst into flames and die the moment they walked out the door. I knew what I was doing, I knew their kid would be fine as long as they would stop “peeking” around the corner, and I wanted them gone. I referred to them as, “That Mom.”

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On being afraid.

*If you’re family, I’m asking you skip reading this post.

 

 

 

After Friday’s post, something didn’t set well with me. Yes, I love how my life is. I love it being just us and Bella. I enjoy the freedom I have to work and write.

But saying those are my reasons not to have another baby isn’t quite accurate. I know I’d be able to continue to write no matter what life throws at me, because I love doing it. I know I could carve out time to work, to cook and clean. It would be a challenge, but when I had Bella it simply took finding a new routine.

So what is it? I have pondered this question far longer than that post, but this weekend has had me thinking on it every moment of the day. Last night Sam and I talked for hours on having a second. What held me back? Why do I feel this need to try to put it off or think of every excuse in the world why I shouldn’t? Do I really not want any more kids? What about that he does? Why do I know I could, in a moment, have that longing for a baby but I won’t let myself?

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Baby Hypothermia

(Note: This is not about you. This is about me. If you are upset or offended reading it, please remember that I did not write it to hurt anyone. It’s my thoughts on another, potentially rough, pregnancy and thoughts/fears that come with really not wanting to do it, and figuring out if that’s ok.)

Most of my friends are pregnant. Or have recently given birth to beautiful, gorgeous children. And it’s amazing to watch the babies get bigger and see their first born kids become big brothers and sisters.

It’s amazing that I was pregnant at the same time as a lot of them.

It’s amazing that I don’t want another one any time soon. [Read more...]