Quarantine maternity pics. They’re not perfect. Not award-winning. But they document our pregnancy in this crazy covid world.
Biking to the top of a mountain, she asked, who are you riding to?
Not long ago, this set of photos is one I would have deleted…
A lot of women who are currently pregnant or just had babies are advising others to wait. While every situation is unique and personal, I am not one of them.
Motherhood is not something you really get til it’s got. And once you’re the mama shark, not even for a second are you not ever again.
Right now I’m thinking about how I’m going to be able to love a second child the way I love this guy.
So how are you doing? How are you feeling?? She asks with smiling eyes. (All I can see of her face since we are both in masks.) It’s a loaded question and I don’t even know where to start.
I always love other people’s professional maternity pictures and family portraits. But for us they just seem too formal or polished or posed. At the same time, I do want to document this pregnancy and preserve this moment in time…
My prenatal providers have been healthcare heroes way before we started calling them that.
Some days we can’t wait to finally make it to bath and bedtime (when we all pass out!). And some days I want to last forever — to remember forever — as they slip through my fingertips and one day probably my memory too.
I was going to write a self-depricating comment about my quarantine “diet” and accompanying lack of exercise — but I changed my mind.
In a strange reversal, I’m actually starting to feel like social media matters for me in a way tied to human connection and community.
As many expecting women and new moms are sharing the hidden blessings and silver linings of being pregnant in a pandemic, I’d like to add to the list…
When we found out the baby’s gender, after initially feeling very excited (it all became so real), I also felt… something else.
Little dude or little diva??? For our second baby, we decided to find out!
Like patients over 100 years old, who now return to their families after surviving coronavirus, your story is your own.
When you get pregnant following a loss, it may not be pure blissful total joy.
Nothing is guaranteed but no one knows with certainty how your story will go.
On the night of December 30th I started spotting.
If you have a medically necessary doctor appointment coming up, like an anatomy scan if you’re pregnant, here are some ideas on how to prepare to stay safe.
These are complicated and challenging times. My heart is with the moms.
After the rain, comes the rainbow. This is how we announced our second baby, coming summer 2020, in the midst of a global pandemic.
Need ideas for things to do with your kid(s) at home? Here are 10 that work for us.
And then you do, you love him even more.
Through this unique experience of loss, I’ve found that juxtaposed emotions are a mindfuck. Life is messy. And holidays can be hard.
We had two losses back to back.
How do you wear grief? I didn’t know which clutch to clutch in it. And one day it all spilled out.
On the night you were born, the moon smiled with such wonder that the stars peeked in to see you and the night wind whispered, “Life will never be the same.”
I’m just a girl, standing in front of our next Whole Foods location, with my husband and business partner, wearing a necklace that says Mother and a hat that says Señor Lechuga Hot Sauce, asking how the hell did I get here??
I wear a ton of hats, both literally and figuratively, but yeah, this new one is my favorite…
I recently unfollowed a mom account that slammed a mother of a 6-month old for saying “isn’t this the most amazing thing ever?” about motherhood at a mommy and me class.
Motherhood is all the magic and all the madness.
People think when you’re self-employed everyday is Saturday. But that’s retirement. Everyday is Monday for entrepreneurs and business owners.
Yesterday our Shake Shack x Game of Thrones collaboration went nationwide!!!
We just logged our 10th flight with the baby (he’s 17 months old but I’ll call him the baby til he’s 18 years) and we finally finalllly really got our groove.
We were “the parents of the inconsolable screaming baby.”
A friend recently asked me if I had any advice for her friend who just had her baby by unplanned c-section, much like I did. Of course, I’ve since thought of more things… but here were my initial immediate thoughts.
I tried several times to write this post, and still now language fails me in trying to adequately put into words this past year or how I feel about my son.
#THISIS40. I’m just getting started.
One of the countless things I love about New York is that nobody blinks an eye whether I’m taking my little babe to the swings, his music class, a gallery event, a brainstorming lunch or a business meeting.
The one thing that’s been consistent for me in the past 8 months of motherhood is all the noise.
Since becoming a mother, a few close mom friends of mine have warned me that babies steal our beauty.
A pretty cover that offers lightweight but full coverage, doesn’t drape over my baby’s face, and allows me to see him – and him to see me.
Last year on Father’s Day I was a week shy of 6 months pregnant. I asked my dad today if being a grandfather was what he imagined it would be a year ago. He said no.
Parenthood inevitably changes your relationship. You are more a team than ever but it’s never been less about the two of you. Which is a new and strange dynamic.
There are only a handful of people I’d travel across the world for — with a seven month old baby! And most of them are pictured here.
While we all check ourselves to keep it “real” why can’t we also share what’s real good, real beautiful, real magical, real amazing about this journey.
As the mother of a boy, I will never tell him makeup is for girls. Or pink is for girls. Or that he can’t use color or texture or any kind of artistry to express himself. Whatever he likes, I’m about.
Becoming a mother makes you look at your own mom in a whole new way.
A month and a half later I put a bathing suit on again. Same one. I felt much better in it this time.