Post by Sasha Brown-Worsham I will never forget when I was about two weeks postpartum with my first baby. My husband, a previously loving and wonderful man who supported me through my labor and pregnancy, told me I was gorgeous (I wasn't), and held me while I threw up, came into the room and asked one question: "When can we have sex again?" Say what, dude?!
Two weeks after a baby, when my body still resembled hot cookie dough (only lumpier) and my vagina was, um, sore, the LAST thing on my mind was sex.
Today’s Warrior Mom is Jennifer Seagraves, who blogs at Everyday Miracles. She wants you to know that postpartum depression and antenatal depression can still occur even after you’ve had great previous experiences with pregnancy an... Read Post
Post by Sasha Brown-Worsham I remember asking my mom when I was little who she loved best between me and my dad. "It's a different kind of love," she told me then. But the kisses she and my dad shared in the toy aisle, their constan... Read Post