stuffed mushrooms and scones for the first time (and having them actually turn out!!!) to attempting a vegan bar version of my most favorite girl scout cookie in the entire world (samoa aka caramel delites, stay tuned tomorrow for that recipe), I've managed to successfully keep two children alive and feed all of us along the way. Amazing, right?
Unfortunately, however, I haven't really been on a roll in most of the other areas of my life.
It's been nearly a month since I've given birth (23 days, but who's counting) and I'm still not feeling quite like myself just yet. I realize I still need to give it some time, but I can tell I'm lashing out undeservedly at some of the people in my life (sorry mom and hubby). I'm not sure if I'm just moody because of the hormone high I'm coming down from or if it's the exhaustion of pretending to be happy and holding it together all the time.
Don't get me wrong, most days, I'm pulling off this whole mother-of-two thing, but the further I get from his birth day the more I can tell people are wanting me - expecting me - to be normal. More friends are texting now, not just to ask me how much sleep I've been getting, but to remind me about their big birthday plans or to vent about their latest work drama.
They need me to be normal, I need me to be normal.
Despite dropping most of the baby weight and slipping back into my pre-pregnancy jeans the day after coming home from the hospital, I've still got that icky doughy, stretchy post-baby stomach sticking around. And if that isn't bad enough, my face has decided to act like I'm 13 again and breakout, but just on my chin, so it looks like I've been coating my lower face in butter for the last week. Mhmm butter.
And don't get me started on the giant, just in the way, overly-comical boobs.
As if those things aren't enough to make a woman insecure, I've got my husband working with teeny-waisted, cutesy women and complete strangers commenting on how my vagina "just won't be the same" after giving birth to a 10lb baby.
I kid you not.
Just in case you're wondering, it's "good as new" after the amount of stitches I received. Who needs vaginal rejuvenation when you could have a second degree tear instead?
And just because I'm fired up and it's Friday, let me throw one more thing out there. I'm not the vegetarian or vegan police, but I'm getting a little tired of hearing about how so-and-so is a "dietary" vegan. There's no such thing as "dietary" vegan because being vegan means giving the boot to those leather boots, fauxing your fur and purchasing cleaning, personal and household objects that are cruelty-free (aka nail polish that wasn't shoved in cuddly bunny rabbit eyeballs). I'm proud to be vegan, NOT because all I eat are veggies, grains and other things that come from faceless objects, but because it's NOT just a diet, it's a lifestyle.
It's exciting to chronicle our journey as a vegan family not just to provide kick-ass, tasty recipes, but to show that there is so, so, so much more to our lifestyle than good food.
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