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Boobs, butt- and baby-holes...

The other day I left the doctor's office with 3 prescriptions. One for my boob, one for my butt, and one for well, yeah, the hole where babies are birthed from. It was definitely a moment where I realized just how "awesome" new motherhood is. I actually type this as I have 2 pumps strapped to my breasts, moo-ing away. Another visual I'm sure you were chasing. In truth, new motherhood is actually awesome... and completely terrible.

The level of which I oscillate between feeling really great to total crap is nuts. My best strategy has to been to recognize and embrace it all. There is no sugar coating my reality right now- outside of the copious amount of sugar I'm actually eating. (Sidebar, my diet is total shit right now. I blame it on my milking duties.) For me, this had worked. Mostly. Kept me sane. Mostly. And has filled me with an understanding that I don't need to be skipping around daily in recognition of how grateful I am for this monkey. Because I truly am- seeing as she's the best monkey that ever was. It just means I can also acknowledge the stuff that really, really (really) sucks. That's part of the package. A bit like your fit routine, no? I mean, surely there are aspects that you absolutely love when rocking a shake or a burn. Additionally, there are aspects that crush you. And in like, not the good way. The thing is, you embrace it. You embrace it all because the gratitude you carry for being able to move your body with strength, confidence and joy is, well... everything. So while I'm over here cherishing/crying alongside my monkey, you're over there sweating/swearing during your workout. I think we're both winning. Oh, last thing.... Happy Belated Mother's Day! In true MD fashion, I drank 2 margaritas. And got fairly drunk on said 2 margaritas. Which if you know my Irish bloodline, is pretty ridiculous. And goes to show just how much my tolerance has gone to shit. It also reveals why I failed to get a newsletter to you last week. Or wish you a happy MD. Again, because I was drunk off 2 margaritas. Should I say this one more time? Either way, I was celebrating, clearly, and I most certainly hope you did the same. Though let's be honest, every day should be Mother's Day in my opinion. I should just prolly not celebrate it daily with margaritas. In sweaty gratitude, always, -B xo


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