M+M Moms

Becoming a mom doesn't have to mean losing yourself.

That first cry is when we feel like motherhood has officially started, but after infertility, it means so much more.

Breastfeeding is hard enough without contradictory advice.

Somewhere between morning sickness and hemorrhoids, I lost my self-respect.

Pregnant lady on the pole? Yep, that's me.

This is how we built our unconventional family.

I love that my child wants and needs me, but this is one case of “momitis” that needs an intervention — stat.

Moving to Houston was a flying leap of faith to a city where we could finally become parents.

The emotions are still there, the uncertainty still exists. Now, instead of aching for just one baby, I’m wishing for just one more.

I miss my friends from my twenties.

On the journey to decide not to have a third child.

With baby number two, I'm getting another chance to get it "right."

In our house, emotions run high.

The choice to announce early or not is a personal one, but there are benefits to sharing your news while still in the first trimester.

Infertility has stolen so much from me and I'm still battling to find myself again.

The answer to the perennial question: "What did you do all day?"

As I go from one child to two, can I live up to my own expectations?

We're perfectly imperfect — and we like it that way.

It's hard to talk about it in a positive and inspiring way when that part of my own life left almost everything to be desired.