Kristi Pahr

When my oldest son was a baby, my husband and I used to talk about what sports he would play.

I know how it feels to not contribute financially to the household. I know how it feels to be completely dependent on someone else for my financial stability. I know how it feels to know that if something dreadful and unthinkable happened, I’d be completely destitute. And it’s terrifying.

Once your doctor or midwife has cleared you for sex and you’re feeling ready to get back in the saddle, so to speak, there are a few things you’ll need to mentally prep yourself for.

My version of self-care is a little less “best life” and a little more “no life”, but it works for me.

It seems like everyone is an introvert these days.

I have to go shopping tomorrow and I’m dreading it.

Essential oils have become incredibly popular and can be found everywhere from your local farmer’s market and community festival to social media.

I’m not a TV person. I used to be, but not so much anymore.

When I got pregnant for the third time, I was determined to have an unmedicated VBAC. I had big plans. This VBAC was going to be my birth experience salvation. It was going to be empowering and amazing and heal all my hangups. I was going to be a mama goddess and everything was going to be perfect. I was wrong.

Things as simple as a missed call from an unknown number or someone knocking on your door put me into straight up fight or flight. I really do hide from people who come to my door. Real talk, I have gotten on my hands and knees below a window so they wouldn’t see me. I’ve even hidden in the closet. I know. Whacko.