Kristi Pahr

I’ve been pregnant three times, and I have two beautiful, amazing, awe-inspiri

2016 sucked. If we can’t agree on anything else, I think we can all agree on at least that much.

I’m lazy as hell, you guys. I know it’s true and I’m not particularly ashamed.

Soundgarden was part of something bigger, something that changed everything.

Don’t be an asshole is my barometer. It’s my go-to for figuring out how to respond to any given situation, big or small, personal, local, or global.

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.

I’m frazzled, y’all; I’m a mess. I’m a basketcase of anxiety and stress and I need to chill.

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.

I found my first gray hair when I was 12 years old. Twelve. I had gray hair before I had a period.

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.