Giant bold disclaimer: Of course, I need to start out by saying that there is no one-size-fits-all approach to getting pregnant at an “advanced maternal age,” and that I what I did of course won’t work for everyone. This is simply my story of how we overcame “secondary infertility” at age 39 and went on … Continue reading
Can I accept even this?The crepe-like skin that has appeared on my neck in the last twelve months, visible from any angle, in any light, but definitely at its worst when I turn my head. Can I be at peace with even this?The veins on my hands, shaped like oak branches, becoming three-dimensional. Can I … Continue reading
There were years that I weighed my spinach. Looking at every gram and sticking it into an app to determine my calorie content. I am not kidding about this. I weighed spinach, carrots, and tomatoes. If the calorie count got too high, I took some out. There was a year that the only thing I … Continue reading
What could it look like to just soften? What could it be like to not watch myself in the mirror, to not look for skin pudge-ing out over my bra, or hanging over the waistband? How could life be without saying to myself, Well, before I had a baby, I looked like ________ / I weighed … Continue reading
I had breakfast with a dear friend today (you might remember Marianne from my “How to Make a Vision Board” post from oh-so long ago) and we were talking about what to do with our lives. Let me back up. There can come a time when the twenties are long gone, and you’re pretty established. … Continue reading
Today I took V to see my dad at the store he owns. After chitchatting a bit, he seemed to remember something, and said, “Oh, I have something for you,” and disappeared around the corner. He came back holding a very old looking envelope, black, with a rainbow on it that read, “Technicolor 1 Hour … Continue reading
I hate how I’m aging. I never cared about the smile lines or dozens of grays before I had a baby. But what changed when I had a baby was my skin. I got melasma pretty early on in my pregnancy and it just got worse and worse. All the books and my doctor said … Continue reading
small life, slow life 