We all have our own stories about our body size: the love and the hate. There’s very rarely apathy. I’m no different. There’s some body hate- more often than I want to admit- and there’s the small periods of love. I’m better at telling the stories of hate because I’ve hated my body since my classmates dubbed me “bulldozer” in Grade 6. My love for my body came much later in my life and for much shorter periods of time. I’m sure you can relate. No matter our size, height or cur

I never meant for this blog to be about becoming a Mom, but if my goal is to journey with you as genuinely as possible, than I guess this is where I’m at. A new Mom: blissfully in love, periodically terrified and totally unprepared. 5:45am, October 11th. I wake up to discomfort. It only lasts about 15 seconds and I wait until another one comes around to tell Ben that I think I’m having what people tell me contractions feel like: period cramps. Yep, I’m familiar with those and

October 7, 2017. My husband and I have been looking forward to this day for many months. I, myself, have spent hours listening to podcasts, reading books and doing research in preparation for today. I’ve even hired someone to coach me through this day. I’ve been visualizing how I thought this day would go, practicing mindfulness and breathing and clearing my fears related to the event I imagined would take place today. Today is the day my life was supposed to change- October