The period of time that follows birth is commonly referred to as “postpartum.” For me, the word conjures thoughts of its most common successor, “depression.” While postpartum depression used to be taboo, it seems to be everywhere now. As it should be! All my pregnancy apps, my doctor, my baby’s…

It’s been too long and I don’t know where to start catching up. This seems like an obvious place so I guess we’ll pick up here. I won’t get too graphic and honestly half of this is just for my own recollection at a later date. …

I’m not going anywhere, don’t worry. This baby, though. She’s moving a lot inside of my body and soon she will be moving a lot outside of my body. It’s simultaneously comforting and uncomfortable to feel her squirming and kneeing me. …

Last night, my air conditioner went out. Did I mention I’m 32 weeks pregnant? I’m huge af with limited mobility and trying to sleep in like, a 90 degree house. Not a good match. I had the system serviced in the spring because I had a feeling this would happen…

Feeling all patriotic and shit. Finally watched Hamilton, it’s the 4th of July, and I’m reminiscing about my time spent in Washington D.C. last year. One of my favorite things I did was go to George Washington’s Mount Vernon. I was homeschooled in my school age years and my Christian…

I reconnected with my “step-sister” aka the daughter of the dude who my mom married. This is a ride, so buckle in.

To start off, the fact that I was able to reconnect with her is seemingly a miracle. I was at the dentist, basically the only tie I have…

Not talking to my mentally ill mother has had a lot of consequences. Many of which I imagined would happen and some of which I didn’t. One of the things I didn’t anticipate, but probably should’ve, was losing my maternal grandparents.

My mother’s parents are the only set of grandparents…

I want to just go ahead and be super up front about what this entry is about. So there you go. If you don’t want to think about the volume of an unborn baby’s cremated remains or the container to put a child in, welcome to the club.

It’s been…

First of all, I’m afraid of heights. I didn’t really admit to this until a few years ago when I put together the fact that I have an anxiety gut response to being too far up. I mean, it’s mild, it’s not a full on phobia. But even standing on…

I’m nearing the end of my first trimester. Finally. The first third of pregnancy is just like, physically and emotionally being pregnant but nobody can tell, you can barely see the baby or what it’s doing in there, you can’t feel it moving yet…it’s awful. The nausea subsided quite some…

Anya Always

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