Weight is a very personal subject to me. Honestly, I have anxiety and reservations about writing this, but I feel like publishing this is the right thing to do in order to stay true to the mission of this blog... Hopefully someone will learn from my experience.
I need to be fully transparent here. My friends call me Fertile Myrtle because I have been incredibly lucky and blessed to get pregnant... this blog post is about supporting a friend dealing with infertility. Fertility problems can be alienating and friendships may alter because of this. When you experience trouble in the reproductive department, it often becomes taboo conversation or something “you just don’t talk about.” I would like to view this blog post as a safe place to discuss this subject...
I feel like I get the "How do you find the time?" question a lot. For me, I think it's a combination of things, but it all comes down to unplugging.
I choose my battles. Esther wearing her Belle costume for the family photo shoot is not one of them, but pee pee accidents and potty training regression gets addressed immediately!
I realized Esther was ready for the next step when she started negotiating more treats for every trip to the potty. When Esther started to ask for cookies on top of her chocolate treats – I knew she was ready. Going potty is not a negotiation and I am not encouraging my toddler to become an extortionist.