I think my mother said it best. “You seem happy,” she noted, studying my face carefully. “But the ‘sparkle’ is missing.”
Sparkle? It sounds vague, but deep down I knew what she was talking about. You see, my mother knows me better than I know myself. She picks up on the things I’d never say aloud. It’s as if she can read my internal monologue. …
Let’s start with a dose of “real,” as in my real struggles to accept my changing body. I know many of you moms-to-be are loving your pregnancy curves. You’re feeling more womanly, voluptuous, amazed at your life-giving power. You should feel that way! We’re growing a human being and that is an incredible feat. I want to love my bump too, and I’m getting there, but it takes work.…