I crave a time where a new mom comes in to my classes and celebrates her body and all it has done for her and her child. It would be a different world if we all talked and shared what we love about ourselves wouldn't it?
When I was 32, three years into my blessedly peaceful second marriage, 16 months into the motherhood gig, five months pregnant with our second child, I sat on the floor of our New York apartment in stunned silence.
My wife, Lael, and I had repeatedly been cautioned by our experienced friends to expect severe, relationship-altering sleep loss after the birth of our daughter. The truth was, though, that we looked forward to the challenge.