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The past 17 months of motherhood have tested everything I thought to be true about myself. They broke down my defenses, exposed my ego, and begged me to question my purpose, my worth, my relationships to work, my reason for being.
After the recent remodel, we took stock of what we didn’t use and found good homes for all of it. What was left was what we used and loved on a daily basis.
My twenties felt like a fertile countdown. I believe this to be the culprit of thy uterus clock. You know, the one that ticks inside of every woman like the alligator in Peter Pan promising human’s life incubator will one day shrivel up like a used sponge if we wait too long to find a man. By […]