How pregnancy made me a better person

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“God damn she looks fat.” “Why are you letting your f-ing child scream in the middle of Target.” “She’s a terrible friend she never calls me.” “This party isn’t good enough.”

Pregnancy does a lot of funny things to a woman. She might go batshit and be crying one minute and raging the next about how the dogs never have any water in their bowl. Or maybe she just vomits multiple times a day for days on end. Yeah, just. Or maybe she’s one of those lucky b’s that breezes right through pregnancy with that glow everyone talks about (and secretly envies).  The funniest thing that pregnancy does is allow for a lot of introspection.

About four months into pregnancy, basically when the morning sickness began to recede, I saw myself with new eyes. It was not just about coming to accept and appreciate my new body that was rapidly dividing cells into fingers and toes. It was also about realizing what a judgmental person I often was. This came as a bit of a shock to me. I had always considered myself a nice person. But here I was, hearing mean-girl-style thoughts cross my brain waves that were unsolicited, and I realized that I wasn’t as kind as I wrote myself off to be. How disappointing. It was time to start mentally changing, since the physical part was already underway.

As my belly grew, so did my newfound softness of heart. I softened around many topics, but none so much as my attitude towards others. Especially women, it seemed. I judged less and cared more. Instead of judging that curvy girl running, I silently cheered her on. Instead of rolling my eyes at the mom with the out of control two year old, I prayed that wouldn’t be my baby one day and empathized with her. Instead of shutting out my friend that never called, I started calling her. Instead of being ungrateful that not enough was done to celebrate, I appreciated that people even cared that much about me in the first place.

Unfortunately, being a little softer means that you also are a little a lot more susceptible to getting your feelings hurt. Instead of firing back angrily, I found myself, to my surprise, reflecting on the words said about me to make sure they weren’t true. When I found them false, as I usually did, I felt pity for the angry heart that the words came from, instead of letting those words define me.

Pregnancy did a lot of things and caused a lot of changes, but I am so grateful that it did. I like the person I have become: a softer, kinder, gentler soul. Not that I don’t still have a lot of ass-kicking vibes. They’re just redirected a lot more productively now.

The truth about mommy groups

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Today is the day. I am bound and determined to go to my first new mom’s group and get myself out of the house. Yesterday morning I felt so anxious and angry, a different kind of postpartum emotion that they never talk about. I felt like I just couldn’t mom. I didn’t know what to do, except to call my mom. It’s funny that no matter how old you get, you will always need your mother. “You need to get out of the house,” she told me, “Go for a walk. Go make friends. Do something.” She was right. Except for this morning, my little fuss bucket wouldn’t settle down long enough for me to get ready. Good thing I showered last night—the last thing I needed was to introduce myself, my son, and my BO. In between T’s warning half-cries, I slop on some foundation and concealer and mascara, so I don’t look like the corpse I feel like. I shift Baby T from arm to arm to put on deodorant. Jesus, my one-handed skills are amazing. I’d place effing gold in that event in the mom Olympics.

Group starts at 11 am, and its 10:50 and T isn’t settling down. If I can’t get out of the house by 11:00 then it isn’t worth me going, I think to myself. At 11:05 T is ready to be changed and to eat again. Forget it, I begrudgingly tell myself, I’m not going. The immediate next thought: “You ARE going God damnit because you need to get out of the house and prove to yourself you CAN do this.” I realize I’ve been holding myself back from leaving my prison, I mean house, because I am afraid to get out into the world with a new baby and juggle a stroller, car seat, diaper bag, and run the risk of getting shit on (literally).

I’ll show you shit, world, because I am coming for you. I park my car outside in the heat, unpack my stroller, and start sweating profusely as I try to put the car seat containing the wailing baby locked in the stroller frame. I push myself emotionally and physically to the building, find the conference room, and slink in late. The group’s discussion doesn’t skip a beat. No one looks at me funny. No one notices I am a sweaty nervous mess. No one notices my baby fussing in my arms. I sit in the circle and look around at all the women who are just like me.

The truth about mommy groups is that they not only offer incredible support, but that the experience of going shows you that you are not alone. You are not the only one afraid for your life to leave the house, thinking that you will drown faster than a brick among fish. You aren’t the only one with breastfeeding woes and problems. You aren’t the only one whose baby isn’t following the “standard” developmental milestones like sleeping 3-5 hour stretches at two months (ha!). You find out that there is nothing wrong with you or your child, and that every new mom is just scraping by, just like you. No one knows what the hell they are doing, but we are all raising healthy, happy babies anyway. We are all making it.

Mommy groups provide an odd kind of community, one that allows for hands in poop, boobs out, pumps humming away, and sentences constantly interrupted with babbling baby talk. And I love it. I’m not alone, and you aren’t either. We are all in this together, and we all know that raising a child is scary as f.

Btw, not only did I got to mommy group and survive, but I also went to lunch after. Yes, we were some brunchin’ bitches, taking over the restaurant with strollers and car seats, discussing how many things we had in common, and all feeling better that that “one weird thing” isn’t so weird at all.

Final thought: Don’t go at motherhood alone. It’s too hard to survive. Contact your local hospital to ask if they offer new mom groups, or check Facebook or MeetUp to find one near you. I promise, you won’t regret it. You will find a group of women that understand you, and help you feel understood. Being a new mom is something that not all of your current friends might understand, but this group will. Go head girl, show the world who’s boss—uh, it’s YOU.

Breastfeeding sucks. (Literally. But I did it and so can you.)

Your beautiful little baby emerges into the world, lungs forcing out the first wails of a new life while tiny red fists fly. He is cleaned up and handed back to you, and your heart is full. He latches onto your breast for the first time and there is an immediate moment of bonding.

This is how I thought things would go. This is the impression lots of moms have: breastfeeding is the easy and natural process of feeding your baby. The truth is that breastfeeding is anything but. I had heard stories about breastfeeding difficulties before birth, and was relieved that other moms-to-be had heard the same when one of them timidly raised her hand in birth prep class and said “I heard it really hurts.” My mind was assured when the nurse responded “It should not hurt if you are doing it right.” No problem then, I thought, I just had to make sure I was doing it right.

As it turns out breastfeeding has been one of the hardest parts of motherhood. So much so in fact that I have come  so close to giving up so many times. I wish that I had known the realities of breastfeeding and not just what the class taught me (however the class was immensely educational, so take one of those too!). I want to provide you with my experience so that you, mom-to-be, aren’t in for such a shock, and may be able to put some of the advice to good use.


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I was fortunate that part of my post-partum hospital care was a visit (or two, okay more like four) with a lactation consultant. Lactation consultants are usually nurses that have advanced certifications to provide counseling and education about breastfeeding. Since it takes several days for your milk to fully come in, you may only produce a small amount of colostrum—or nothing at all. That is normal and okay. But it is still important to try to breastfeeding right away, as it mutually benefits both parties. It helps bring the milk in for you, and trains your baby to properly latch on. And try I did, shocked each time at how painful it was for my baby to latch on to my breast. It may have been because he was early and smaller, or because it just was what it goddamn was, but it hurt. Tiny mouths trying to learn how to latch often pinch nipples in the process, leaving one sore mother behind. The lactation consultant simply said, “Got to have some pain, mama, for the baby.” I was also told to pump regularly after each feeding to help the milk supply come in.

So after the whirlwind of birth and the hospital stay, I went home, baby and rented hospital-grade pump in tow. I pumped faithfully after each feeding for days. One of the things I wasn’t told was when to stop pumping. Oh and by the way the more you demand (pump), the more you supply (milk). My body started overproducing milk and I got mastitis as soon as the milk came in because my baby wasn’t yet effectively eating—and he was so tiny that he couldn’t drain it all even if he wanted to. My doctor put me on anti-biotics. My left breast was swollen, red, and angry—as was I—and the right one not far behind. Why didn’t they tell me this?, I thought, as I was painfully trying to heat the tissue with rice pads so I could pump out the excess milk that had backed up.

I figured out on my own via Googling and trial and error how to reduce milk production. Mainly, don’t pump after each feeding or pump only enough to release the built up pressure if needed and cold pack breasts after feeding to help stop milk production. Other women have the opposite problem and cannot produce enough milk. As I haven’t experienced this, I cannot speak to it, but I can only imagine it would be equally frustrating and painful. Many women have one breast that produces a lot more milk than the other, which leaves a uniquely frustrating problem to solve. One more thing, for some women milk letdown hurts like an m-f. For me this is the case. It is like painful tingles every time. Others feel nothing. All individual.

I have just about found the right balance between breast feeding and pumping (to store some excess in the freezer), and Baby T and I are working each time together to get a better latch and better positioning so that it hurts less and less. So why didn’t I quit? Mainly because I am so stubborn, and also because I already have developed the revered mother’s guilt. I also like the bonding that this repetitive routine provides for me and my son. As you will be told a thousand times, breast is best, and that is probably true. Your body makes food specifically tailored to your baby’s needs, and also builds intestinal fortitude and immunity. I felt too guilty to quit, and so suffered silently (and not so silently) for about a month trying to get the hang of breastfeeding. I was fortunate enough to not have cracked nipples or other serious breastfeeding concerns—which by the way are not normal and should be consulted by a medical professional immediately.

Last words: you ultimately need to do what is right for you and the baby. Working through breastfeeding for a few more months is what is right for me right now, but it is also perfectly acceptable to choose to formula or to pump and bottle feed your baby. Formula is prepared to be a nutritional and healthy source of food for your baby, and there is no shame in choosing not to breastfeed. If you experience that much pain and stress from feeding, it isn’t worth the emotional damage to you and the conveyed anxiety to your baby. Lactation consultants are a wonderful resource and extremely helpful with latching and positioning, but they too come from a particular point of view and are just one voice in many of feeding options.

Breastfeeding is truly an experience like non-other. If that is what you choose to do, you can do it, I fully believe in you. The most important experience, though, is the one you have with your baby, regardless of how that looks.

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Reseeding your garden: The power of starting over

One Christmas, one New Year, one birthday, a new job, and a new baby. My how much can change in a year.

About a year ago today I was writing about the fires of transformation, talking about how I was trying to transform my life, and delve into my inner depths to try to unearth who I want to be and discover who I was meant to be. I still haven’t reached my finish line; indeed, I don’t think you ever can. We are meant to be constantly evolving and changing as individuals, but always for the better. Passions change, life stations change, and so we must too change with them.

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As my life has changed, blogging fell by the wayside. It was getting harder and harder to find the motivation—and time—to write when I was working full time and pregnant. Needless to say, once Baby T arrived, there wasn’t even enough time for daily showers and going to the bathroom, let alone writing at all. Much like my garden outside, Ainsley and Arrow (my previous blog) is now seeded with weeds and wilting in the summer heat. The pages aren’t blooming with new posts, and the colors are less vibrant.

The brilliant thing about nature—and creativity—is that it can always be brought back to life. It never completely goes away. Planting new seeds, adding water, and giving a garden time is all it takes to blossom anew.

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For me, giving birth has given way to another birth: a spiritual one. Suddenly, my priorities have changed, my eyes opened, my heart filled, and a new personal life has taken its’ first breath. Following my passions and transforming into who I was meant to be has never been so pertinent. The need to light my own fire to become a self-reliant woman and mother has never burned brighter. Sometimes, starting over isn’t because something has died and we have failed, but because something new needed to be born and our direction changed. The power of starting over is that we get to start again, this time making something new.

As with all new change, it is scary. I confess that I have been anxious and nervous about coming back to blogging and making a business plan, not because I haven’t done it before, but because I left it for so long I had forgotten what it was to be inspired and motivated to chase my dreams. As I (uncomfortabley) write, I feel a new calmness in my soul and envision a different future for myself. Not one that requires me to leave my beautiful new baby for 8 hours a day, but one that lets me be the mother I want to be while also being the independent woman I want to be.

It feels good.

Not all gardens are successful. Some plants die while others thrive, and that’s okay. It is all in the process of planting the seeds and seeing what blooms. In truth, it is more about becoming the gardener than growing the flowers. I plan to get my hands dirty, starting today. It has never felt so rewarding.

When to put the book down: Recognizing when we’ve taken on too much and how to step back.

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Hey sister, cut yourself a break.

I see you over there, feeling guilty that you are taking time to surf some blogs and read quietly to yourself. You are probably feeling like there are a lot better things you could be doing, and mentally ticking off all the tasks on your to-do list. I know you. I am you. But I’m suggesting to take a week to just “be,” and not “be doing,” and see how it feels. Drop a few things off of your list, and refocus your priorities. Focus on your health. On your partner. On your child. On your dog. Anything that might get a little lost in the shuffle. This is why I am telling you to start cutting back …

If there is one thing that pregnancy has taught me it is that I take on way too much—and beat myself up about not taking on more. I decided that it would be the best idea ever to give our house a make-over, including paint, new furniture, and some slight remodeling to a few rooms. My brilliant plan also had a hard deadline—my June 4th shower, when family and friends would arrive. Add that to a full-time job, morning sickness, daily fatigue, and other daily responsibilities and my husband and I quickly felt like we were drowning.

Nothing ever goes as planned, and projects got delayed and took longer than we thought. My changing body and chemical exposure restrictions meant I was more and more limited in what I could help with, so my husband was left to captain most of the projects. I have since then realized that we had taken on way too much, but I couldn’t help but feel that I wasn’t doing enough. The house was a mess, my blog neglected, and I wasn’t taking the steps I was planning on to grow an independent business. I was feeling majorly disconnected from my husband. I was feeling like a failure.

My wake-up call happened after I had traveled to two back-to-back work conferences and a bridal shower in just two weeks, and I was experiencing extreme exhaustion. My body wasn’t responding well. My OB looked at me and said “You are seven months pregnant. You need to slow down.” She was right. I was pushing myself so hard, just trying to get to June 4th, and I wasn’t taking good care of myself.

You don’t have to be pregnant—or anywhere near it—to be feeling overwhelmed. As women in today’s society, we are expected to be everything—plus more—to everyone. We need to be high-achieving professionals, doting mothers, good family members, attentive lovers, participating society members … the list goes on and on. I don’t know if other women experience this, but no matter how hard I work I feel like I always have to do more and am never doing enough. Maybe it is just my hard-wiring to be an overachiever. Regardless, my mom helped bring my ambitions back into focus—“You are a human being, not a human doing.” Read that again please: “You are a human being, not a human doing.” It was time to change my mental tape to just being as a woman, expectant mom, and wife, instead of telling myself to do, do, do, do. I needed to take some steps back and realize I mentally, and physically, just couldn’t do it all. And that is okay.

It is okay to just be great at a few things, and say no to the rest. The world won’t fall apart. Your future won’t be doomed. In fact, I am willing to bet you’d be a lot happier and feel more fulfilled when you put the book down. Just let go. Let go of your expectations and enjoy your reality. It can definitely be uncomfortable, and feel downright wrong at first. You almost have to re-train yourself to run a new mental tape and live in a different state than you had been living before. Take a step back, and just be. I’m think you will thank me.

Stop should-ing all over yourself

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I had two aspirations in life. The first was being a paleontologist. I imagined myself on sandy plains, picking delicately away at ancient dinosaur bones while the sun poured down. I even had an outfit I would wear—denim overall shorts, a white sleeveless shirt that tied at the neck, and my arrowhead necklace. And sturdy boots of course. Quite a fashion statement for an 8-year old carrying a home-made book of dinosaur classifications (one section for carnivores, and another separate section for herbivores).

My other aspiration was to be a marine biologist. I wanted to work at Sea World, specifically, and spend my days water bound with the dolphins and whales, moving as if weightless and aerial in the blue dyed water.

I spent my childhood days studying various species, drawing them with accuracy to the best of my abilities. When I visited Sea World I dreamed of being the one in the wetsuits on stage. When I watched Jurassic Park I was preoccupied with how the bones of centuries-old animals were brought to life in skin and flesh. Did I mention I would also be an artist, too?

As I grew older I started growing out of my clothes, my shoes, and my childhood dreams. More practical voices, both in reality and in my head, were saying, “You won’t make any money at that.” “You should chose to be something like a doctor or nurse.” “You shouldn’texpect to get a job doing that.” “You should be going to school at X.” Vivid dreams of interacting with animals and paintbrushes started to fade, and practical mental intrusions like “nurse” or “surgeon” started taking their places. These were also the days I felt least like myself; an awkward teenager who hated how she looked but desperately tried to fit in with all the kids, and not knowing what to do with her future, only vaguely knowing what Ishould be doing. I had adopted the monologue internally: “You should be doing it this way. You shouldn’t feel like that. You should be this person.” This went on for years. And years. And years.

I let others dictate my formative years of what I wanted to do with my life and what Ishould be doing. So instead of pursuing something like art or marine biology, I pursued nothing, and finally picked a major because I had to, and because it was what I already had the most credits toward. My interest in it never caught fire. I regret those decisions, looking back, but looking backwards never helped anything. I might not be where—or who—I am today without those years of mental wandering and self-purpose struggles.
Today I decide to be a different person. Well actually, I decided to be myself. I stopped should-ing on myself. I decided to be the artist and now paint canvases with whatever comes to mind in whatever colors I choose. I plan to eventually enter myself in an art fair, once I work up the courage for it. I decided to be the jewelry maker, and will be making my best friend’s head piece for her wedding in October. I decided that my retirement dream is to live on the beach, and volunteer at a marine rehabilitation center where I could help marine life live better lives. I’ve even gone swimming with dolphins twice. No dinosaur bone discoveries yet though…

I didn’t quit my day job (yet). I’m not that gutsy. One day I hope to be. My plan is to create a life where family and independence come first, and the typical 8-5 is non-existent. I am aware this will have its drawbacks, just like the career I have now has. Nothing is perfect.

But I feel free.

I feel free when I imagine this life. I feel complete when I imagine this life. I feel right when I imagine this life.

It might take a while to accomplish, but nothing ever worth doing is easy or simple. I feel solace in knowing that I am working toward the path that still has (much) smaller footprints of my childhood self. It feels good to know the bold and sassy girl inside again. It feels good to be me.

Why you should be doing absolutely nothing.

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The alarm goes off at 6:30 a.m. I reach groggily for my phone, tapping blindly on the side table for what feels like a plastic casing. The beeping blares on, and I realize that the phone is plugged in and resting on the chair. A strategic move I had planned—this forces me to get out of bed. Regardless, I tap “snooze” and fall back into bed again, savoring those nine minutes.

The day is busy—phone calls, e-mails, work—the usual. Before I know it, it is time to go home. I used to get dinner started right away, but lately my pregnancy brain drives me toward the couch to sit with my feet up for a minute. Often, my angel of a husband will get home and start cooking. Before I know it, we have had dinner, watched some tv, and talked about our day, among other topics of discussion. Weekends are usually busy with friends, laundry, and errands. Before I know it, it’s Monday and that darn alarm is going off again.

Does this sound familiar to you? I’m sure many of you have similar stories, to varying degrees of difference with jobs, kids, or people in your lives. Some of you might have classes on top of this, adding an extra work load and extra stress. Or maybe you are getting married—or divorced—which is an extra set of tasks to be completed.

I hear you. It’s hard. Like, really hard, actually. Some days it seems like just getting out of bed might be the hardest thing you have to do today. Life is busy, and it is only getting busier for us. Whenever I took some time for myself to lounge around do nothing or watch some of my overloaded DVR I would feel extremely guilty. “I really should be exercising.” “I should clean the bathroom.” “I should finish that book I started 6 months ago.”

No, you shouldn’t.

What you should be doing is taking some time for yourself. Listen to your body. What does it need? Sleep? Exercise? Mindless zoning out time? When you don’t take time for yourself, you are neglecting your needs and not letting your brain rest and recover. It is important to take physical and mental breaks from the daily grind in order to let your body recuperate and start coming back to a place of balance.

When we start to lose balance in ourselves, we begin to feel more stress and a disconnect from the world and others around us. We begin to feel a bit lost, and that aimlessness can be unsettling. It may feel like we are going through the motions and not truly living. If you’re ever felt like you are just doing something day in and day out because you have to and without fulfillment, you are living without balance.

Restoring balance can be overwhelming, so much so that sometimes we just give up on even trying because it seems so impossible. Like any other task, break it down into small chunks. A bubble bath one night, a tv show and wine another, or even a ten minute walk by yourself around the neighborhood. The more “me time” you fit in, the better you will start feeling. Assign a night and a time to yourself if you really need the extra prodding. Book a date and keep it, no rescheduling.

Life is busy. And that’s okay. Just make sure that part of your “busy” includes some down time, and that time is reserved just for you.

Coloring outside the lines: creating the shape of our destinies

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When we are little we are taught to color. The smell of fresh wax fills our nose as we study the box with diligence. We pick a crayon out of the box with great care, making sure it is the best color. “Make sure to color in the lines,” we are told, “be careful to make neat edges.”

From a young age we are conditioned to many things. One of the things we are conditioned to do is to not color outside of the lines, both literally and figuratively. We are taught not to make waves. We are taught to be good girls. We are taught to follow directions and behave, and then to grow up and follow directions in a job that we are “supposed” to have.

It is a very constricting and confining feeling. We feel as if we are wrong when we want something bigger and bolder for ourselves. We feel anxious and guilty if our dreams exceed the lines that society has drawn, or even possibly the lines that we drawn for ourselves. When we do become emboldened to try step outside of the boundaries, we often become fearful and reprimand ourselves for being so brash and jump quickly back into our comfortable place of security.

What we should be taught, even from a young age, is to create our own lines. We should take the sayings “Reach for the stars” and “The sky is the limit” more literally. Although society’s lines are very confining, the structured lines we create for ourselves are almost more so.

We need to color outside of the lines.

I am personally working on not just creating new lines, but living lines-free—so to speak. I always imagine what my ideal career looks like, but I’m finding that when I create these grandiose shapes that I often get too overwhelmed by them—I just quit before I even start. Living up to my dream ideal is almost just as restricting as not being myself because it is so large a task to achieve.

Instead of lines, I am coloring towards a goal…slowly. I know where I want to end up—independent, powerful, confident, free—but I am allowing myself to be more flexible on how I get there. Life requires adaptation; the thing that works today or that worked yesterday will not always work tomorrow, and this is okay. This often means that lines are just not going to work. Plans need to be fluid and changeable. It is necessary to have goals for ourselves, but realizing that the action steps to get there may change a hundred times before we get there. In fact, we may also find that the steps we accomplish lead us to a new goal that we hadn’t even realized we wanted, but is something that we were destined toward. Flexibility required.

Like many new experiences, coloring outside of the lines or having no guidelines at all will likely be uncomfortable and scary. These are the necessary components of growth as an individual. When we stretch and challenge ourselves we become better and move closer to the lives we strive for. To be sure, pick the best and prettiest crayon in the box, but use a blank piece of paper when creating your path to your own destiny.

5 Things to do if your story is going nowhere

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My coworker sent me a blog post about decluttering your life in order to declutter your brain and bring more internal joy (a very good post, actually). I was perusing around the blog’s website and reading through several posts. Although short, each post seemed to have a great point or base idea that stimulated self-reflection—always a good thing in a piece of writing. However after I got to about the fifth one, I said to myself, “the story isn’t going anywhere.” The author had brought up a provoking thought or described a book or article, but then I was left hanging and wondering where the rest of the post was. Although a strong start, the story didn’t go anywhere. There was no revelation or conclusion, just the teaser of an introduction.

This realization induced another: where is my story going?

I realized I don’t have an answer to that at the moment, quite frankly.

I recognize that no one knows where their lives will end up. Our life’s path is twisted and winding, and we often just have to keep moving along it. However, we should still have an idea of where our story is going, lest someone else write it for us. I fear that leaving myself open like an unfinished page will allow someone else to come scribble in some words, forming a plot twist that I really don’t like. If I elect to leave a page open, I best be sure that I am at least locking the book up so I’m the one controlling the next sentence that gets penned.

So what do these writing metaphors mean? Basically, I am saying that without self-assured direction we become lost. We allow others to tell us what is important and what is not, what is worthy and what is trash, and if we are good enough, or if we are failures. Heavy, right? It is. The complexion of the human mind and soul is, well, complex. It is important to take time to check back in with yourself to make sure you are still living the life you want to be living, and that you are not allowing outside influences to dictate how you view yourself.

I had a pretty clear direction of where I wanted my next steps to be when I took the job I am currently in. I wanted to be my own girl-boss, self-made, passion-pursuing, butt-kicking, life-loving woman. Now that I am in the midst of this job, I have let some of what I wanted my direction to be fall by the wayside in order to be successful at what I am currently doing. This happens. This is also fine. Life is about being flexible. Because I am able to be more self-aware (from recent self-improvement and a lot of inner reflection), I can recognize that I have gotten a little off track, and can realign myself with my vision of who I want to be— my ultimate story.

Okay, so I won’t leave you hanging. How can you get back to your story? First, you have to know what it is. My favorite tactic is one that I found in my life-changing book Playing Big by Tara Mohr. In it, Mohr helps you find your inner guide, and envision what she looks like. Through this process, I was able to focus on who I wanted to be in my future, and the life I wanted to have lead by the time I got there. Empowered and inspired, I was now able to create my story. Once you envision your end-self, work backwards to see how you could get there. What could you add or eliminate to your life? What could you improve? What can you change? Meld all of these things into a story line, and you are on your way.

If you have your vision but have slipped a little on the path, try these methods to get yourself straightened out:

Read self-improvement. 
Yes, seriously. Even if you’re not into therapy stuff, sometimes we can’t fix what is wrong if we don’t know it is broken. This also allows for a mental clean-up; we can’t function if our heads are too full of the daily problems and dilemmas we engage ourselves in.

Make a story board.
When creating books (or anything else that tells a story), one of the first steps is making a story board. This provides a visual summary of where the story is headed and allows for aligning up the details with it. Create the story board in whatever method will help you best. You could draw it. You could sing it. You could make an excel spread-sheet. Paint it. Make a list. Keep a journal. Do whatever will best help remind you of your direction.

Wear it. 
As a lover of the tangible, I have a few pieces of jewelry that I lovingly refer to as my “power jewelry.” My golden arrow necklace is a simple reminder of my personal direction and to always move forward whenever I see it in the mirror. My moonstone ring makes me feel powerful and reminds me to believe in myself, because I can do it, damn it. Pick a piece that you can wear, a stone for your pocket, or just a picture or saying that you can put on a desk or counter that reminds you to stay aligned with your story.

You will have to find your inner peace anyway to find your inner guide, so might as well practice. You don’t have to Om or follow weird movements. Simply be in a peaceful place, close your eyes, and envision your future. It doesn’t have to be detailed or a specific scene. Just bring forward who you want to be, the power you want to have, and the state of being you hope to achieve one day. Actively reminding ourselves of what we want is quite powerful.

Go do it, it’s good for you. Not only does fitness improve your health, but being active [without the earbuds distracting you] is a great “me” time and provides ample time to get some good thinking and reflection done. Use the power of your body to create motivation and conviction in yourself and your abilities.

Change Where is my story going?  to This is how my story will end.

5 Things Pregnant Women Don’t Really Want to Hear

Uncomfortable questions pregnant women get asked frequently… and we wish you wouldn’t.

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Pregnancy is full of changes. Obviously, right? I knew myself that things would change and be different, but I wasn’t really ready for the magnitude of changes that I would be going through. It’s a whole new experience and something you can never prepare for once your body starts changing, inside and out, and is doing things it has never done before. For me, it’s actually quite unnerving. It’s exciting to be creating a life, but it is scary to say goodbye to the body I knew and experiencing rapid changes as a little being is growing in there. Going into pregnancy imagining the movie Alien (complete with some little being clawing its bloody way out of my f-ing body) didn’t help either I’m sure. I had lost a lot of weight a few years back, and am not even close to being back up to my heaviest weight, but the entire shape of my body is changing. Things that would fit when I was at my heaviest don’t fit anymore. It’s hard to be confident sometimes when your hips are wide, feet are swollen, and skin is in crazy mode. I’m sure the hormones have a large impact on self-esteem and moods, too!

I am very lucky to have an extremely supportive husband, family, and friend circle. I feel even more supported by women now that I am pregnant than I had before. Pregnancy brings a new community around you that you never had before, and is almost like being initiated into a sisterhood. It’s a beautiful experience. With that being said, there are also those who, I’ve experienced, don’t really have a filter when asking pregnant people questions. Even more surprisingly are the ones that have been through pregnancy and still ask silly questions. They may not mean any harm, but it isn’t any less hurtful or detrimental to a pregnant women’s state of mind. Here are the worst questions I’ve been asked so far, and here’s why:

“You’re in your second trimester, shouldn’t you have more energy/not feel sick/not be tired/etc?”

Oh, you’re right. I don’t actually know how I’m feeling, but the books and websites do. Okay, being a little snarky, but it’s very difficult in any situation when people assume they know how you should be feeling instead of understanding how you actually feel. Yes, the second trimester is a lot better for many women. Yes, I do feel better overall than the first trimester. However, growing a human takes a lot of resources, and everyone responds to pregnancy differently. For me, I am tired very often, it’s hard for me to exercise at anywhere near what I was used to doing, and I still don’t feel well first thing in the morning. And that’s okay. It is important for pregnant women to set their own boundaries and limitations, and is equally important for partners, friends, and family to accept it and be just as supportive. Instead of asking the question in the former way, why not just say “How are you feeling these days?” or “Tell me about that experience.” I am always touched when someone asks how I am doing, and actually means it.

“Wow you look so big. You’re only [X] months?”

Does any woman, pregnant or not, like being told that they look big? Hell no. No one I know would appreciate any comment like that. Pregnant women are no exception. It’s a delicate time for them, with their bodies growing– exponentially at the end—and even though a big belly might mean a healthy baby, many women are still uncomfortable about themselves. Every single woman carries a child differently, and a lot of factors go into that: height, starting weight, bone structure, weight gain, diet, genetics, etc. The person might have meant something else, but all the woman hears is “You look large.” Ouch. Instead, try to just give a compliment, or saying “I love seeing that baby belly!” Women are typically excited that they have a baby belly, because it means baby is growing! They just don’t love thinking of themselves as large, or how large they might potentially get.

“Are you sure it’s not twins in there?”

Oh you mean am I sure that the human I have been growing for months and have seen on an ultrasound is singular? Yes, actually, I’m really damn sure. I was expecting to get this question, but wasn’t expecting to get it at only 5 months. Even though I thought I was prepared, I was hurt. I felt embarrassed. I felt like I looked large and unattractive. It was way too early in the pregnancy to start feeling like that. I should definitely not be giving anyone enough power to influence how I am feeling about my body that is growing organs on a cellular level, but it is hard not to sometimes. Again, the speaker may not have meant any harm, but it’s hurtful. Just don’t ask the question. Don’t act surprised at the belly size. Just be kind.

“Are you planning on breastfeeding?”

Usually, if I am asked this question it is from family or close friends, and I don’t mind discussing it at all. Usually, in that case it is just out of curiosity, especially from friends who don’t have kids yet. When it becomes awkward is when strangers or coworkers ask you about breastfeeding. In that case it is usually because they are being nosy, or want to tell you why you should breastfeed. I am a strong believer in a woman doing whatever is best for her and best for her child. Sometimes women cannot breastfeed, or need to do a combo of breastfeeding and formula, and that is perfectly fine. As long as the woman is informed and her doctor is guiding the process so that baby is getting whatever s/he needs, it should be no one else’s business what her plan is.

“Are you just loving being pregnant?” 

No, actually. I’ve heard about and read experiences of women who love being in the state of pregnancy. They feel great, they love the little kicks, and feel just dreamy for ten months. That is perfectly wonderful. I am not one of those people. I don’t hate it; far from it. I just don’t love it. It is a unique female experience, and I find it fascinating, wonderful, and frightening all at the same time, but I wouldn’t describe my feelings towards it as adoration and love. I love creating a little individual that is one half my husband, and one half myself, and I do feel reassurance and wonder at the little kicks I feel. The experience is not likely to prevent us from having more children (God willing), but I doubt I will look back on it and say “Oh I just adored being pregnant.” And that’s okay, too. Some people respond to this answer with blatant confusion and disapproval, which always induces feelings of shame at my own pregnancy experience.

It appears, among other kinds of shaming of women, that there is a lot of shaming involving pregnancy and the expectations that go along with it. It’s okay to not love being pregnant, it’s okay to be terrified of birth and not want to go through it, it’s okay to not want to be told you look huge, and it’s even okay to be disappointed when the baby’s gender isn’t what you hoped it would be. This is an individual’s experience, and absolutely no one should be judging anyone’s experience of pregnancy. Women should be supporting each other as sisters, and defending each other to judgmental outsiders.
So next time you see a pregnant woman, just tell her that she looks great and super adorable with that baby bump. No questions asked.