What is it about a mom and a newborn that invites the onslaught of interrogation? The, How much did he weigh? Is he sleeping? Is he a good baby? Whose nose does he have? How's he eating? Then there's my favorite, Did you have him naturally? Seriously?!...
I am sure the below information is going to gross people out. I am so sorry for that. I am fully aware of how gross this may seem – however, I know I am not alone. So here it...
The story I’m about to tell brings one of one of my earliest parenting dilemmas full circle. It only took a whopping eight years. Eight years ago, in a lifetime far, far away… our youngest son was born. He came into...
My first pregnancy was easy. I had no clue what morning sickness felt like. All was going perfectly as any new mama hopes for. For 10 years we had been planning to have a large family. Our dreams were just beginning. Until I went...
One of my biggest insecurities as an adult has been my struggle with adult acne. I spent most of my adolescence with normal teenage-hormonal pimples---nothing a little concealer couldn't handle. So, I thought as an adult I would be...
If you’ve ever been pregnant, you can probably relate to the end-of-pregnancy "blah." It is when nothing seems to fit, your shirts aren’t long enough to cover your belly and your pants keep wrinkling around the waist in all...
This post is part 3 of 5 in the series Self Embrace: Learning to Love the Skin We Are In. Dear Body of Mine, I once hated you. I once thought you weren’t good enough, thin enough, strong enough, fast enough....
This post is part 2 of 5 in the series Self Embrace: Learning to Love the Skin We Are In. I spent my childhood in a leotard. Twirling and tumbling, 24/7. Heading into seventh grade, my mom said, "You'll have to...
Three years of trying. One miscarriage. Two surgeries. Months and months of fertility medications. A ridiculous number of ovulation and pregnancy tests. After all of this, I was finally pregnant. I was blessed to go about my first pregnancy “normally.”...
October 15. This day didn't always mean something to me. And there was a time when I wished it still didn't. When the pain was still raw. The memory, fresh. The loss, new. Six years later, this day—Pregnancy and Infant...

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