Something’s Got to Go — And It’s The House

By Kristin christopoulos

Since becoming a mom 7 months ago, each day has felt like a marathon.  I start out hopeful and optimistic that I can get everything done that I need to.  I go through bouts of exhaustion and despair, thinking to myself, “when will this day END already?!”  And as the day draws to a close, I nearly cry as I collapse onto my couch, finally having scraped by for another day. Continue reading

4 Things I Wish I’d Been Told Before My Wedding Day

4 Things I Wish I_d Been Told Before My Wedding Day

By Becky Houdesheldt

Here I am, one week after our wedding. Our ceremony and reception were beautiful. They were everything I wanted them to be. Slightly nerdy, incredibly elegant, classy and whimsical. The weather was absolutely perfect. I truly could not have asked for a better turnout – the friends and family who came to support us were incredible. My parents and Andrew’s parents put in so much work to make the day special. So many people put in so much time and effort for us, that I’m simply overwhelmed. It was the public declaration of our marriage on our one-year anniversary, as we’d had a simple quiet courthouse wedding the year before to make it official before the birth of our son.

I can tell you there are some things I was unprepared for with this whole wedding deal, and I’m going to share a few with you. I wish someone had prepared me adequately so that I wasn’t blindsided. Continue reading

How Do We Raise Children In a World Where Mass Shootings Are the Norm?

By Catherine Miele

It’s Wednesday, and we’re still reeling from the news of the horrific mass shooting tragedy in Las Vegas. As desperately as I try, I cannot wrap my mind around the sheer terror and sorrow the survivors and victims’ families undoubtedly feel.

I don’t want to wrap my mind around it, truthfully, because humans shouldn’t be able to conjure such hurt and hatred. We do it here in America—more frequently than other developed nations, might I add—but we shouldn’t have to wake up to this and make sense of something utterly senseless. Continue reading

A Letter to My Unborn Son in the Wake of the Las Vegas Shooting

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By Jillian Stacia

This is a letter written to my unborn son on the day of the Las Vegas shooting. I plan to give it to him when he is older and able to responsibly understand today’s events. I am currently 31 weeks pregnant.

Dear You,

I woke up today to terrible news. 50 people dead in Las Vegas. Another mass shooting, the worst in modern American history.

My heart feels heavy, and I can’t seem to focus on anything. All my other responsibilities feel trivial and unimportant. My mind is numb and my body feels sluggish. This is becoming an all too familiar feeling in America. Continue reading

I’m Already Nostalgic For Today

By De Elizabeth

Right now, it’s barely sunrise. I’ve already had a cup of coffee, washed some dishes, fed the cat, and filed a writing assignment. My newborn baby is asleep a few feet away, ironically, since she kept us up most of the night.

My daughter is exactly one month today. She’s a pretty terrible sleeper, and I’m told that most babies are at this age. She seems to hate the fancy bassinet we bought for our bedroom, and spends most of the night making noises that can only be compared to what I assume a baby dragon sounds like. Naturally, I spend most of the nighttime hours checking on her, making sure she’s not choking or something equally horrific, and picking her up when her noises enter the realm of “I’m gonna start screaming if you don’t hold me, FYI.” I’m not sure how much sleep I got last night, but I’ve somehow begun to learn to function on very little. Continue reading

10 Things I Wish Someone Had Told Me About Labor, Delivery, and Postpartum

By De Elizabeth

This weekend, my brand-new baby girl will be one month old. The past four weeks were somehow simultaneously the longest and fastest weeks of my life, as they’ve amassed to one big blur of 2am feeding sessions, 5pm snuggles, and a lot of unwashed hair. (Mine, not hers.)

Having a baby was undoubtedly the biggest transition of my entire life, and for as much as I studied, read, and took the necessary classes, there was a lot I wasn’t prepared for. After all, how do you really prepare for something that you’ve never experienced before?  Continue reading

Self-Care Isn’t Just Nice, It’s Necessary

Self-Care Isn_t Just Nice, It_s Necessary

By Becky Houdesheldt

I honestly don’t care what it’s called. Me-time, down-time, alone-time, self-care, leave me the hell alone and let me do my thing time…the end goal is always the same. To recharge. To have my cup refilled. To feel refreshed and capable. To remind myself that I am, and always will be, an individual.

My fiancé, Andrew, and I are getting married in just over 2 weeks, and it has been a mad dash to get wedding plans confirmed. I was looking at scripts for the officiant, and a few things completely rubbed me the wrong way. One big one was the verbiage I kept finding for the unity ceremony. It all implied that the individuals ceased to be after the wedding ceremony, and only one couple remained.

I vehemently disagree. Here’s why. Continue reading

Stop Telling Me That ‘Breast Is Best’

Stop Telling Me That ‘Breast Is Best_

By Becky Houdesheldt

I had my first child 6 months ago and no one told me about the secret society of breastfeeding mothers that would shun me if I didn’t breastfeed my child.

Here’s the deal: When I found out I was pregnant, I had no doubt we’d breastfeed. I didn’t save any formula coupons, didn’t even know the difference between brands and types. I bought all the appropriate breastfeeding accessories (who knew there were so many) and had visions of happily feeding my sweet baby boy for at least the first 3 months of his life, thanks to an amazing maternity leave program with my work. I didn’t know a thing about bottle nipples or bottle cleaning, and I didn’t think I needed to. It seemed like a no-brainer to me. Why wouldn’t I breastfeed? Continue reading

Expect the Unexpected When You’re Expecting

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By Kristin Christopoulos

When I found out I was pregnant – I freaked out. My husband and I were trying to have a baby, so you’d think I would have been aware that this was a possibility. But the thing about pregnancy and child birth is that pretty much everything you think you know about it turns out to be misguided, misrepresented, or just flat out wrong. So even though I was actively hoping for and trying to become pregnant, I still lost my shit when it happened.

It took about a month and a half for the fog I felt to lift, and I started to actually enjoy the thought of having a baby, instead of just freaking out that we weren’t ready, didn’t have enough money, our lives were about to change forever, etc. Continue reading

Raising A Child In The Trump Administration

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By Jillian Stacia

Recently, Thirty On Tap contributor Catherine Miele wrote about how she’s scared to have a second child in today’s political landscape. I’m currently pregnant with my first child and can completely relate to Catherine’s feelings. I’ve found myself thinking about this more and more with every passing news story. I’m insecure about so many things when it comes to motherhood, but nothing scares me more than having to raise a child in the Trump Administration. Continue reading