• Motherhood

    4 tips for loving your postpartum body

    I love Pinterest. I use it pretty much every day for everything from recipes to travel inspiration. But despite my Pinterest addiction, it has always bothered me that it’s become one more tool to reinforce unattainable standards for women. One of the things that pissed me off the most during my pregnancy were all the pins that popped up about having a “belly-only pregnancy” and “shedding the baby weight FAST”. It can be hard enough to cope with the changes in our body postpartum without being bombarded with media pressure to “get our body back”. If you’re gung-ho to lose the baby weight, good for you — no judgment here.…

  • Personal Development

    How I let go of my attachment to “stuff”

    How many times have you looked at your bank account and thought, where the hell did all my money go? Let me assure you, you are not alone. Living is expensive, yes. But if we really took a good look at our cash flow, most of us would find that a substantial chunk of our money is spent on stuff. Clothes, shoes, appliances, books, home furnishings, fancy coffee… we’re addicted. Allow me to preface this post by saying that there is nothing wrong with having stuff, or even wanting stuff. It’s just that our attachment to this stuff is what gets in the way of lasting happiness. Seriously, how many…

  • Motherhood

    4 books that changed my perspective on pregnancy and birthing

    Unlike many women, my reaction when I read “Pregnant, 2-3 weeks” on that pee stick was mixed. Although I’d always known deep down I wanted to be a mom, the timing and circumstances were less than ideal. I was single, had no fixed address, and had planned on spending the next year of my life travelling Latin America. But, as I keep learning (over and over again…), plans are subject to change. So there I was, standing by myself in my parents’ bathroom, feeling a million emotions I’d never felt before, and tears of joy, guilt, and awe spilling from my eyes. When the shock wore off, I knew I…

  • Motherhood

    Pumpin’ ain’t easy

    It was a Thursday afternoon when I felt my water break. My due date was still 7 weeks away. And the cherry on top: a room full of wide-eyed 9-year-olds witnessed it. Soon after, I found myself in the labour and delivery wing of the hospital. My midwives were discharging me from their care as an OB I’d never met put her hands in my hoo-ha and told me I was going to have a premature baby. Cue the waterworks. Over the next week and a half of bedrest, I mentally prepared myself for a long stay in the NICU. But nothing could have prepared me for the challenges of…