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I've heard that one of the more difficult parts of adjusting to parenthood is trying to find a balance between being a nurturing, new mother and still being a flirty, vivacious wife. I most definitely share in this sentiment! Don't get me wrong, it's not that my husband and I have lost attraction towards each other in any way. However, the healing process from a c-section birth can be long and grueling, and the process of feeling physically comfortable, let alone sexy and confident, might seem out of reach for a while. Becoming a mother is one of the most amazing blessings that a woman could receive, but the physical repercussions can be a little more than overwhelming. You find yourself wondering things like "will sex ever feel the same again," "how does my vagina plan to survive this," "is the remaining carnage I call my skin ever going to see the sun in a skimpy bikini again?" No matter your questions or concerns, I promise yo

I decided, after some heavy introspection as of late, that I can attribute a huge part of my success this past year and a half to my ability to finally take a step back and face my most detrimental problems from which I had been running for almost ten years. [At some point you just gotta ask yourself why tf are you tripping on stuff that happened in, like, '07! Come on now..] Some may not know this, but, as much as Vegas feels like home to me, I've only lived here for four and a half years, and this is, in fact, the fifth state I've lived in. One of the common denominators of all my moves and uprootedness was that I was always running from something... whether it was a bad relationship, pressure from my family to go back to college, or just generally my own past tendencies and reputation. I was so caught up with trying to fit the mold of what everyone was expecting of me that I lost sight of my own personal dreams, and stopped allowing myself to discover new things to l