i’m officially 12 weeks into this whole motherhood gig. the baby police have yet to take my little person away from me; although hunkiest and i did catch her the other night putting in a request for a transfer. our sutton is slowly finding her groove. her...
there’s a new girl in the house, and we’re all crushing HARD. 11 days ago “sutton sinclair” decided to show up to the dance party…..early. we had a week in the nicu because she was so little, but we’re home now and overdosing on all...
even though i’ve been teaching fitness for over 15 years, when it came to the pre and post natal field, my knowledge was limited. my knee-jerk reaction to taking on private clients who were expecting has always been to pass them off to the expert, aka erica...
so the number one question i am asked during this pregnancy is hands down: “how are you still spinning?”-the inquisitors typically a mixed bag of the horror-stricken, the supportive and those who are truly curious as it pertains to their own current or...
happy friday-it’s white and gold-goddammit!- to you m’loves. apparently my husband and i aren’t the only ones now in marriage counseling over “that dress.” families and friendships are cracking up all over the country. screw the red...
