And as we go through big transitions in life there is a new version of ourselves we didn’t know what was there. It’s important to take time to get to know the new you. The version that was lying dormant inside you waiting for the perfect time to reveal herself.

As you know from my jokes about my tear in childbirth, it was traumatic. You’ve also probably gathered that I use comedy as a coping mechanism. It’s my favorite. What I mention less is how not ok I was. For a long time.

I spent the first three decades of my life building a “perfect” life. Meanwhile I was miserable. I wasn’t living MY perfect life. I was living the version fed to me through media, society, and what I perceived people expected of me.

I’m sharing my favorite ways to incorporate moments FOR MYSELF even if I can’t be BY MYSELF. This way each day has a moment, or two, of refilling my cup (even if it’s not to the top), instead of everything pouring out.

Making friends as an adult is…weird. Making mom friends is weirder because you know you are both wondering how honest you can be with each other about what’s going on.

As we know, Mother’s Day is a day to recognize the hard work of moms and celebrate how we create, birth, and shape the next generation. But…shouldn’t we be doing that everyday?

Did you know that sometimes sex doesn’t lead to pregnancy? The truth is, it’s kinda hard. And sometimes it just doesn’t happen.

All I want is to feel special. Have you ever felt that way? Like when you go on a first date and you’re totally into the person and then find out you have a friend (or two) who have already dated them?

This episode is all about how having a baby and moving during the pandemic, and the four month sleep regression, drove Becca’s anxiety to the point that she had no other choice but to take care of #1.
Not pee! Herself! The mom!

It’s mind blowing how a shift in mindset can reframe everything, but (spoiler alert) won’t change the fact that you have stitches in your twohole. Like everything, we have to remember there is no ONE right way to do…anything! There is only YOUR right way.

The black hole of postpartum. As I emerged from that black hole I found myself on my route. I got my bearings and realized I am exactly where I need to be. Where I want to be. I’m now on the clearest path to fill your hole. Your black hole. Your postpartum hole.