My Depression during Pregnancy was a Recipe for Major Guilt
How my pregnancy depression lead me down a dark path.
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How my pregnancy depression lead me down a dark path.
I overheard the following bit of conversation on my flight home from my recent trip to Vegas: “My sociology teacher asked who would stay at home when they had kids if they had the chance, and I was like, no way.
Since I became a mother, I’ve had constant peaks and valleys in my mom confidence – my momfidence? – and I suspect that most mothers (and parents, but particularly mothers) feel the same way.
So, a few weeks ago, I looked through our local rec center classes, and decided to sign my son up for a class called “Animal Science: Zoology for Kids!” He loves science, and is madly in love with all of the earth’s creatures: the shrimp, the mongoose, the shark (but not, for some reason, the […]
Parenting advice is a tricky, touchy road to navigate. While it is, I’m sure, always delivered with the best of intentions, the road to – well, you know the road and what it’s paved with. Certain advice will inevitably cause the recipient at least some degree of aggravation.
It’s sunny again, the kids have been illness free for at least a week and a half, I just had my hair highlighted (which means I don’t have to wash it for at least a week) – so I am in the mood to be grateful.
My baby turned three this weekend. My uterus is too nostalgic, and confused by the mixed signals the poor thing is receiving from my rational brain versus my squishy mommy heart, to write anything at all (not that I normally use my uterus to write, you understand).
One of my very occasional treats to myself is to stop by the Pretty Nail down the street from my house. I never manage to orchestrate free time far ahead enough to make an actual spa appointment, but you can always just walk right in to the Pretty Nail.
My almost five-year old has become enamored with the idea of jokes, and of course my three-year old adores anything his brother does, so I am being stretched to the limit of my store of age-appropriate humor.
I remember, before I had kids of my own, when parents would proudly tell me about something “exciting” their son or daughter had recently done, like taking his first step, going on the big girl swing, or completing her first tax return. Frankly, I was generally not that impressed.
With the kids home from school and “sick” – in the sense that they are too snotty to be seen in public, yet completely undiminished in energy and bounce – I panicked and went to Target.