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Anxiety

If You Only Ask

I went into the birth of my second child absolutely convinced I'd experience at least some degree of the postpartum depression I dealt with after Indy was born. It was something I brought up at my very first appointment after finding out we were expecting, and something that I touched base with my doctors about over the course of the next few months. I didn't want it to catch me unguarded and without a plan in place, because with a toddler and an infant to think about, being that emotionally out of sorts even for even a day didn't feel like an option.

My primary concern: you know how I've written extensively about my insomnia (which is largely related to my anxiety)? Well, when you have a newborn, you sleep even less. And less sleep = a greater chance of suffering from PPD.

At the mid-point in my pregnancy, I went to meet with a psychiatrist (which I should have done a long, long time ago), because even though I didn't want to start any new medications while expecting, I figured you know what? I've been dealing with this problem long enough. I've tried lots of different things - some that have worked for a time, and some that haven't worked at all - and if there's a longer-term, more stable solution, I'd like to find it. What we decided: that I'd start on an extremely low-dose daily antidepressant immediately following the birth. I don't suffer from depression, but apparently this kind of medication can help to shut off the sort of ruminative thinking that characterizes my particular type of anxiety.

(As a side note, this decision to try medication wasn't something I was going to talk about here - it feels so, so personal - but then I realized: am I ashamed that I suffer from insomnia and anxiety? No. Am I ashamed that I've tried lots of different things over the years, and that now I'm going to try this? No. And I know that these are issues that a lot of people suffer from, and that a lot of people feel ashamed about, and I believe with all my heart that there is no shame in being open about your struggles and seeking out help wherever you can find it.)

Eat

Avocado & Goat Cheese Scramble

I'm STARVING.

I spent the end of my pregnancy in a state of total non-hunger (although this may sound odd, it's actually pretty common, being as a full-term baby doesn't leave a ton of space in your body for things like food)…but now?

I want to eat ALL THE THINGS.

Mostly all the ice cream things.

My Looks

Maternity Style With Lucky Magazine: Skinny Jeans

Yesterday we talked about how to style Boyfriend Jeans for mamas-to-be, and for Part II of my collaboration with Lucky Magazine and Destination Maternity, we put together a bunch of looks showing different ways to wear skinny jeans while expecting. (If you have any questions about specific items shown in the video, just let me know in the comments and I'll do my best to point you in the right direction!)

Lifestyle

Links & Love & Stuff

 Today in Luxury Items That I Cannot Afford But Like To Dream About Anyway: this. Ugggggh it's so pretty.

 Russell Brand's piece on Robin Williams' death is a must-read. "Is it melancholy to think that a world that he can't live in must be broken?"

 This video of a man who doesn't realize he is sitting in an audience surrounded by people whose lives he saved fifty years earlier will bring you to tears.

My Looks

Post-Partum Style

If you're a mom you already know this one, but if not it might be news:

You leave the hospital still looking about 4 or 5 months pregnant.

And you look that way for anything from a few days to a few months, depending on various factors (everything from how fast the swelling goes down and how much weight you gained during the pregnancy to how much water you're drinking). The important thing to remember: it's fine. It'll come off when it comes off, and if that takes a few months…hey, so did growing an entire human being.

Lifestyle

Best Baby Headwraps (Maybe Ever)

So I totally didn't think I'd be one of those baby head accessories people. You know, the stretchy headbands with the big flower poufs on them? They're adorable; they're just not really my thing.

Anyway, it turns out that I am SO one of those people. I just had to discover that accessories beyond flower poufs exist. They are head wraps, they are moderately functional (for warmth purposes) in addition to being the cutest things I have ever seen, and I now own three.

(You can order the ones pictured above from the Stripes Boutique in Campbell, CA - this is also where I picked up this gold leaf headband, which is an obvious essential.)

Best

The Birth Experience

I didn't go into this experience feeling brave.

When the nurse came into my hospital room, checked me, and said that it would be time to push soon, I started shaking so hard that my teeth clattered together. I didn't want to do it again, didn't want to think again that I might be dying, or that my child might be dying because I wasn't strong enough as a person or as a mother to get her out of my body safely.

I also didn't go into giving birth determined to have a "birth experience" like I've heard so many mothers-to-be talk about. I thought a birth experience was the domain of women who chose to go the all-natural route, who wrote out detailed moment-by-moment plans and wanted to involve things like baths and midwives and custom playlists and fancy breathing exercises. I thought that I just wanted to have the baby, have it hurt as little as possible, and be on my way so I could get to the real stuff of motherhood.