Before my son was even born there was so much emphasis on the importance of breastfeeding. My husband and I even went to a class and practiced with a dummy baby. I had heard all the cautionary tales about breastfeeding (“it’ll hurt,” “it takes awhile for a first time mom’s milk to come in,” “it’s all about a good latch!”) and even felt prepared at the sheer amount that I would be nursing my babe (every 2 hours for those that don’t know), but here’s the things I didn’t know an

I have never been what one might consider “sporty” or “athletic” or even “fit.” I had a fainting disorder when I was young, so my parents naturally shied away from putting me into any contact sports or really any physical activity whatsoever (who could blame them). And my asthma got me out of the monthly mile-run at school, much to my delight and my classmate’s chagrin. P.E. was the only “B” I ever received in middle school because of it. I attempted a year of softball, but l

At the start of one of my favorite workout classes (okay, the only workout class I really take), our instructor asks us to set an intention for the class. She even gives suggestions for those of us who are particularly stuck, like “let go,” “joy,” “peace,” etc. Ever since I started taking the class almost two years ago, more often than not my intention is to “stay present.” I made this my intention not only because it sounds really “zen-like,” but also because during workout

The talk about Postpartum Depression and Baby Blues runs rampant the last few months of pregnancy. Everyone from the childbirth class teacher, your OB, mom-friends, and baby websites warn about moms going through the inevitable baby blues. Even right after delivery, the nurses caution you about what signs to look out for. And in those first few moments with your precious baby, the blues may be the last thing on your mind. But, here’s the deal: the baby blues will most likely