Originally posted on The Huffington Post With the emergence of fall comes the promise of Halloween and all things pumpkin spice, festive, and spooky. It’s no surprise that the people behind the scenes of Knott’s Berry Farm carefully curated a new attraction to cater to this season; an attraction to entertain a crowd of consumers who enjoy being spooked. An attraction that, in its essence, uses the idea of mental illness to create fright, interest, amusement, and — let’s be ho
Originally posted on the Huffington Post This one won’t be as easy as your first — not that the first was easy (and if it was, you are a mythical creature and I covet your genetic good fortune). The first time around, all you had to think about was yourself, and your misery. You wallowed in the despair of the relentless and cruel life of morning sickness. You hauled your tired self to work, armed with snacks and constantly on the lookout for a place to throw up. You slept whe
44 days, 88 nurse shift changes, and two babies later. In the beginning it wasn’t so bad. The concept was still novel and I remember thinking, “Hey, this isn’t the worst thing that could happen. I just get to lie here all day and let people serve me food. I’m tired of coming up with dinner ideas anyway. Win!” Clearly I had never experienced hospital food before - or being confined to an uncomfortable bed for nearly two months. It wasn’t long before reality set in. One room. O
Originally posted on Twiniversity.com This is my husband.
Within just a few weeks of being married, he won the "best husband of the year award"(according to me). He stayed with me every single night during my two month hospital stay -sleeping on a little blue pull out chair.
Every night when we went to sleep with the glow of the fetal monitors in the background, he said “Goodnight beautiful,” and I thought, “Who me?”
Puffy, swollen, covered in acne, 6 months pregnant wi
Originally posted on Twiniversity.com I can't really explain how my pregnancy taught me to eat intuitively until you understand why eating was such a big deal for me. My history with food and body image is not a good one. For 15 years I suffered, unable to pull myself out of the murky eating disorder waters long enough to reach out for help. I couldn't understand when people were concerned about my deteriorating health. My "eating disorder self" told me two things: one, that