MOTHERHOOD CHANGE’S

sharing experiences while giving tips

Life as she know it

Greeting Readers,

Motherhood changes us as women in many ways, physically, mentally, and emotionally, people and friends we once surrounded ourselves with changes, also believe it or not you move up in the spiritual realm as well. Continue reading to learn some coping skills and tips on forward movement into this new and ever changing stage of womanhood.

Becoming a Mother is known to be one of the biggest and best jobs you’ll ever have in this lifetime. It’s hard and very much challenging. After having a baby your focus is completely on your baby and your healing. After the first birthday you should feel comfortable in your position and you should know your child pretty well by then.

THE BODY: The body goes through so much from pregnancy to actually giving birth. It is as if you have ran a marathon and you are completely burnt out. We often…

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To All Women in Tech*

thoughts, leadership

Shedding Light

There are many “right ways” to be a woman in tech, and I hope that people have learned to welcome you with open arms. But at the same time, I worry that some women may not feel brave enough to ask if they are welcome.

I have something subversive to share with you.

I once felt that to be a woman in a male-dominated field (that’s just existing, not even excelling) you had to be as un-female as possible. I had this suspicion in the back of my mind that not allowing women to express themselves as women (but then also claiming them as part of your diverse workforce) — I had this suspicion that it was a lie.

Then I had two great chats with two great women, and I’m going to share their wisdom forever. And I’m writing it here so that you can, too.

  1. Helen 侯-Sandí and…

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A Very Un-ladylike Embryo Transfer

embryo transfer, FET, frozen embryo transfer, infertility, ivf, pcos

Infertility Coping

**this is an old post of mine that I drafted over the summer after my first FET. Figured I’d share it now. I did not post it in “real time” because I didn’t want to jynx anything. This was the FET that resulted in my 3rd miscarriage. I sounded so happy and optimistic below, sigh…***

When I first started blogging I told myself to try to stay away from my personal medical details, but once I got thrown into the realm of IVF I feel myself crossing the boundary between sharing and oversharing! Full disclosure, I get pretty blunt here- but not too graphic or anything. The purpose isn’t to scare you about transfers, but rather to provide some comic relief to this whole thing! Something where you can say, “glad that didn’t happen to me!”

Ok, so my transfer is a frozen embryo transfer. To prep my uterus for…

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Testing with Prince Valium

For Fuck's Sake, Now I Have Cancer

Well, you would THINK having said prince would help while having my second breast MRI but sadly, not so much. I think it slightly relaxed me but I was still laying on that crazy table, wondering about how much I should breathe etc. Its a rotten, miserable test (see previously posted, detailed blog) and I hate it. The poor, poor nurses that have to have me in that machine. Im a cranky horrible patient whenever Im there bc it’s just so uncomfortable. But, whatever. I got find out some super news though. Evidently Ill have to have one of these once a year. I’m doubling up on the valium and Mary’s going to have to wheel me out of there next time.

After, we went to get breakfast and I had a delish omelette and much needed coffee. Mary L. was with me the whole time. I know Ive said…

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Fed is Best

Little Bit of Britt

As if being a new parent isn’t hard enough the expectations that come with it just tops the nonexistent cake.

Breast is best, keep your supply up, don’t brag about your oversupply. Formula? It’s the devil. Feed on demand. Hold off on supplementing but make sure your child isn’t hungry.

I did it. I breastfeed my son for two months. Let me tell you the ugly truth. We BOTH were miserable.

I reeked of sour milk constantly. My breast had a let down when I did something as simple as sneezing. Gray shirts were a no go even with layers of pads tucked into my bra. With much excitement after giving birth to sleep on my stomach once again, I couldn’t due to constant engorgement. I was waking up more to pump then to feed. Running errands took twice as long due to the need to pump in the car…

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Morgan’s official guide to not knowing SHIT about being a new mom (pregnancy edition)

atx , lifestyle , preggo , pregnant

I spent so long thinking about getting pregnant, trying to get pregnant, reading about prenatal and pregnancy needs, parenting guides and all of Ina May’s guides to childbirth, but still when it happened…when it actually happened, it was so surreal and I felt like I don’t know anything, nothing I read matters, what even is life, omg is this baby okay, omg how many stretch marks will I have, OMG I’M SO SICK, and the whole myriad of noise the erupts in your head. SO — if you’re like me, that’s the experience you’re living with while being pregnant!

 Like….Oh shit you’re actually pregnant — now what? Now you will endure comments, advice and unsolicited opinions from everyone who’s alive from your great-grandmother down to strangers at the supermarket. And if you’re like me, you’re salty. And now, I’m salty for two. SO HOW DO YOU NAVIGATE UNDER…

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Hello Anger, My New Friend

anger, infertility, pcos, ttc

Infertility is Trash

Well this emotion is new.

I have never been an angry person. Not because of any sort of mature, noble work on my part. It’s just not one of my emotions of choice.

I tend to feel the blue ones: sadness, disappointment, shame.

The red family of emotions are very new to me on this infertility journey. Red emotions like rage, anger, irritation, judgment.

I find myself reflecting on why anger has been foreign to me.

It’s not like I haven’t had things to feel mad about. I grew up in an alcoholic/addict home (Dad). I’ve suffered eating disorders, being cut from the high school volleyball team (lol), and have faced a mountain of student debt.

That stuff should have made me at least a touch of anger. But mostly I just worked harder.

I realize now that maybe I’ve never needed to rely on anger. If I faced a…

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