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Warning: Some of this stories events may be uncomfortably descriptive or just in general not fun to hear about. Birth is chaotic and bloody. It is also a portal, if you will, for a new soul. 8pm rolls around. We park in the long-visit garage and I waddle to the ER entrance. A staff member finds a wheelchair to escort me to Obstetrics Triage so I can start induction. It's Tuesday, June 17. Chicago is having a heat wave. I'm already tired. Here we are. My own personal room, fit

I am nearly 9 months postpartum and finally ready to share Arlo's entrance into our world. Well, ready to put it permanently on the internet. 40 weeks, 3 days. Or, 9 months and 10 days from approximated day 1 of pregnancy. Other than an exhausting physical experience, we were fortunate to have a boring pregnancy. Routine doctor visits, no new notes progressing normally. Until 3 days pass the due date... Here it is - story mode. In high spirits, I waddle in discomfort to the

disclaimer: i am not a medical professional. ask your doctor if you have medical questions! pregnancy felt like years . weeks before i took a test to confirm pregnancy, my body knew. i already had morning sickness. if you're reading morning sickness as only nausea in the morning, you are wrong. it was all the time. first trimester was the worst. i maintained my PT job, teaching yoga classes, and weightlifting, but the constant nausea made everything difficult. i was determin

nothing fancy non-edited thoughts (seriously, lack of grammar) from yours truly. where do i start? education + teaching career: my first bachelors was spent studying viola performance. i learned many cool things about music history and music thoery, got to perform internationally with my university, taught beginner strings (this is where my teaching career began), and eventually won a spot playing professionally. plan B was a secondary bachelors of science in mathematics. dr