6 months? No, please.

It hit me last night that Maya will be 6 months old next week. SIX MONTHS! I have to start feeding her! I mean, I have to start supplementing her breast milk with actual food that people eat. I officially feel like a mom. I'm going to have to start buying baby food. I have to read ingredients and make brand choices and buy things. I have to carry baby food and baby spoons and BIBS. What the heck? What....

The Dark Days: Postpartum Depression

It's 11:01pm. Maya is asleep in my arms and Justin is asleep in bed. I went to dinner with friends who only just now left. Honestly, I'm putting off going to bed because my makeup is relatively fresh and I don't want to ruin it by taking it off. I've been looking back at pictures of Maya from when she was brand new, right out of the womb. My heart fills with the joy and the relief I felt that day,...