Motherhood has, as of late, turned me upside down. I guess I had it coming. When I became pregnant for the first time unexpectedly, I didn’t have cold feet about becoming a mother. I didn’t fear losing my freedom nor my body. I had a doctor who interpreted most of my pregnancy as having the potential to go very wrong, yet I carried to term and I gave birth quickly and easily, with the help of a doula rather than drugs. I nursed easily and my baby was healthy and I did not suffer from postpartum depression. My “pre-baby body” returned, I ran my organic tea business out of my home, and all was good. It was all so good. And now, it’s harder. A lot harder.
I’m moving (more on this later) and I’ve decided to purge roughly half of my belongings. I’ve wanted to do … More