Full transparency: this post is raw and real and honest. And I’m speaking solely based on my experience – I would not begin to generalize or speak on another woman’s intimate experience of navigating the interesting terrain of love making whilst carrying another human being inside of her (and managing another human being getting all up inside her…ayyooooo! Ok, I’ll keep the jokes and puns to a minimum as best I can).
The thing about love making while pregnant is that I had very little context for what it would be like. This being my first pregnancy, I walked in with an open mind. Especially as it related to sex, because I felt like I had very little insight into the pregnant sex experience.Continue Reading
When my husband and I moved to Atlanta, we started the tradition of running in the annual AJC Peachtree Road Race. For those who aren’t familiar, it’s a giant 10k that takes place every July 4th down one of the main roads in Atlanta. Apparently it’s the largest 10k in the world and has over 60,000-something participants each year. It’s an amazing event to behold.
This year marked our fourth participating in the race. Except there was a twist this time around – I ran it 7 months pregnant.Continue Reading
I was never one of those little girls who dreamed of having a little girl of her own when I was older. Maybe it was because I was one of three girls and didn’t experience having brothers. At least that might be where it started. But I wasn’t one to dream of dressing up a mini-me in pink bows (pink is actually one of my least favorite colors) and painting her nails – because these are of course the only responsibilities you think of when you’re 10 and you have an imaginary daughter.
But over time, in my later adolescent and early adult years, I would vehemently protest against any idea of having a daughter, evolving from my previous mild disinterest in the notion. My reasons were more evolved too. This was a time in my life when I considered myself to be a bloody mess – I was depressed, frustrated with any man that walked and in a general state of self-deprecation and doubt. So my refusal to have a daughter was more so a way to protect any future female to come out of me – to avoid facing what I was enduring and to spare her the influence of my destruction. Continue Reading