Let me start with some very practical and probably obvious-to-everyone-else advice: It is not advisable to string together three days of a work trip with a bachelorette party.
You all know I can get down with a good Target find–I pretty much started a fan club for Universal Thread way back when–and Who What Wear is my newest Target in-house brand obsession.
I was recently reminded that April is C-Section Awareness Month. In this incredibly common procedure, though, there can lie so much disappointment. I know, because with my first birth, which was an emergency C-section, that was the case with me.
When you’ve been called “Simba,” and the person speaking isn’t referencing your ability to sprint across the savannah and/or track down and catch prey, chances are it’s in reference to your hair. Your big, kind-of-crazy, usually-crispy-dry hair.
I’ve been a kid factory for years now. Between the pregnancies (3 in 5 years), and nursing (these boobs have been at it for a total of FOUR YEARS WHAT IN THE ACTUAL HELL), the long-term physical impact adds up.
A little while back I wrote about how I tried IV therapy to address the two big symptoms I feel like every mom in the world experiences–exhaustion and brain fog.
