Tigers & Transitions

So we’ve weaned. And that means my body doesn’t have to stay in a state of perpetual readiness to feed my boy. Which, for me, means a couple of things. First, bring on the margaritas. And second, it’s time to … Continue reading

Crossroads

I saw my rheumatologist yesterday. His first question was, “Are you still breastfeeding?” Are we? Sort of. Gibson will only sit still and latch on long enough to actually nurse at night when he’s sleepy. Otherwise, he will only accept … Continue reading

I’m Sorry I Laughed At Your Running Skirt

I truly am sorry for my thoughts about your skirt last year. The honest truth is that you looked adorable in it and I was a sweating, hulking mess after BodyVibe while your mascara hadn’t even streaked. So I consoled … Continue reading