On August 15, I officially stopped breastfeeding, one day short of a month before my baby’s second birthday on September 14. This Monday, the reality of that decision truly began to settle in as my baby went to his first day of school. I know that allowing my baby to grow, become independent and develop into an amazing individual is part of being a good mother. Still, knowing that doesn’t make the transition easy. Motherhood is such a beautiful contradiction. You want your ch

Let’s get one thing clear: I love my baby. Like, obsessed. I could sniff his little head all day (and I do), I sing off-key lullabies like I’m auditioning for The Voice: Mom Edition, and I proudly rock spit-up on my shoulder like it’s designer. Gio is my love. But… can I say something without being judged?

Staring down at the scale and I cannot believe I’m over my 200lb mark for the 100th time this year. Now, if you’ve read my previous post, you know that I’ve accused my husband for more than 90% of my weight gain. When in actuality he may only be reliable 40%.... alright, alright, 20%.... Okay ok, let me explain…