Tag: pregnancy

When I look in the mirror I don’t really know who I see if I’m not trying to be pregnant, actually pregnant, or caring for a new baby

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My body did all of these things that I had no control or say in (other than my active decision to start having children), and it left my body feeling third person. I’m just the brain behind a machine. A baby growing, child birthing, milk making machine.

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

atx , lifestyle , preggo , pregnant

Morganizedmess.com

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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Doing “it” for the first time after baby

Uncensored Mama

Hey y’all! There are a lot of new/prego mamas hangin around my Facebook and Instagram so I’m here to sprinkle some info that I was particularly curious about when I was pregnant, which was doing the dirty for the first time after baby! Pregnant mama’s beware, new mama’s may wince, and seasoned mama’s will laugh!

When I was pregnant I cherished my well kept lady bits, and I was SO not looking forward to it being wrecked after baby (I’m sure my husband wasn’t either). As I’ve mentioned before, we’re pretty hot and heavy, I mean have you seen the guy? He’s hot as hell! This did not change throughout my pregnancy. I’m sure it was an ungodly sight to see my big, swollen pregnant ass riding my that man….think of Shrek riding Donkey….that’s what I imagine it was like. Anyways, there towards the end my mom was staying with…

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What it’s like to have unexplained infertility in your twenties

blog , grief , hope , infertility , loss , moving on , personal , pregnancy , twenties , unexplained fertility

GameNora

The life of a guide writer is a busy one, and writing for pleasure has fallen somewhat by the wayside. It’s been almost a year since I last published an article here, so let me start by apologising for my silence.

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