This week Baby Bloob is 6 weeks old, which means I am 6 weeks postpartum. The past 6 weeks have been quite a whirlwind and I felt like writing it down. Getting it out there. Letting the world know it is okay to feel completely nuts one day and completely sane the next.


I discussed my labor and delivery and it was not easy to say the least. So now I want to do some updates on how I am feeling 6 weeks out.

I have had a very hard time with breastfeeding. Baby Bloob was early so he was also not very good at latching. We have our moments where it works, but 9 out of 10 times it doesn't and I am pumping for him. The topic is finally not making me cry every time it comes up. It is a very emotional topic and I cried at the pediatricians office last week when they told me little man was still underweight.

Between hormones and maybe a touch of the baby blues, that has been hard to handle for me. Lets talk a little about the baby blues.

According to Web MD, 1 in 7 women experience postpartum depression. It is not something to ever be embarrassed about and you should always seek help if you feel like you are experiencing it.

I don't know 100% if I am experiencing it but, I do have my moments of being upset. It has gotten better, but I will not rule out being evaluated if I feel like it's getting worse. I do suffer from anxiety at times so it would not surprise me if this is something I will struggle with.

Moving on. As far as my postpartum body goes, I am still getting used to the changes. I have so pretty crazy stretch marks and about 12 pounds of baby weight to lose, so that seems to be the worst of it. I am also dealing with the soreness from breastfeeding and pumping.

I know it takes time and our bodies go through a lot of change when we grow a child, but I still feel a little sad that it will be that much harder to lose the weight I was already trying to lose before getting pregnant.

I am working on my diet now and have looked at a few different exercise programs that I want to try. I need to get back to doing yoga. I gave it up during pregnancy and now I sort of regret it. All of my hard work from last year feels lost, but I am going to work to get myself back and hopefully get back to teaching.

All in all I am feeling good. Sleep deprived, but good. I'm going to take it day by day and try ti find balance. I love getting to know my little guy and want to make sure I'm taking care of me so I can care for him.

What were your postpartum experiences? Were you able to find balance?

Namaste.

Whew, what a whirlwind of a weekend full of romance and royalty. In case you missed it, there was a royal wedding on Saturday. With my lack of sleep I completely forgot it was happening, but thanks to little man bloob, I was up for a feeding and got to watch the festivities.

I was glad I was able to watch, as I missed the royal wedding back when William and Kate married. This was was worth it though. So many little details that set this one apart from the traditional royal weddings.

Watching it took me back to my wedding day. A day I never thought would happen. I was 33 (Hey so was Harry! Wedding twins! Ha) and before meeting R, I was ready to give up on love.

My princess dress.

My mom always said I had too high of standards, but who wants to spend there lives with someone who is just okay? I wanted fire and passion damnit!

Thinking back to my childhood, I never wanted to be a princess and I didn't dream of my wedding day. My dream was to move to NYC and work for MTV. I was going to be a rock and roll kind of gal. Have a good time and never settle down.

Well that didn't happen, but I did intern in L.A. and attended some pretty rock and roll events. I also attended the Grammy's a few years ago, but that's a whole nother story. Oh and as you can see in the photo above, I did get married and I did feel like a princess. I never thought I could wear a poofy dress, but this dress found me and the rest was history.

So back to this weekend. Weddings. I'm gonna say it. I didn't like the dress. I preferred Kate's dress, but that's not to say Meghan didn't look beautiful. I like simple, but I felt it was too simple. Does that make sense?

This is supposed to be a weekend wrap of sorts, so let me tell you what else I did when I wasn't glued to my TV and couch watching coverage of the wedding.

I relaxed. That was nice. The annual plant sale happened. We decided this year to put our garden back in. We did one 2 years ago but the weather was so dry, it didn't do so hot. We skipped it last year because we were afraid of having the same problem, but it rained more. We missed it a lot, so we are taking our chances again and are putting one in.

On a side note, I got my mint so I can start garnishing my summer cocktails!





Such a nice weekend really. I got some sleep which is also welcome. So I guess all I can say now is, Bring it on Monday!

How was your weekend? Did you watch the royal wedding?

Namaste.

 I have always lived for the weekend in a sense. I can remember when I was in college I worked full-time and went to school at night. I daydreamed all week about that cocktail in my hand as I danced the night away with my friends.

As I journied through my twenties I lived for weekend adventures and trips. I'd drive to NYC or to visit cousins and friends. Mini road trips to concerts or new places to explore were common. I lived for these escapes.

These days there's a different reason why I live for the weekend. Sleep. When I was pregnant with Baby Bloob I was exhausted all of the time. Weekends were for napping.

 Now that my little bundle is here, I look forward to the weekend because R is home and we get to rest and spend time together as a family. We may be tired but it's nice to have a little bit of a schedule where it works.


This past weekend I celebrated my first Mother's Day. It was also baby bloobs due date. He blessed us 5 weeks early and I wouldn't change a second of it. It also came with cleaning and having company.

So even though I live for the weekends and even though I'm pretty tired, I loved celebrating a day for me with my hubs, little man, and my parents. I gave up my sleep to live in the moment.

I won't get these moments back, so moving forward I'm going to live for the weekends where I can live in the moments. Make memories in this new phase of life.

Tired. But so worth it.

Watch for those weekend moments every Monday here on the blog.

Namaste.