Eight days postpartum and I walked bleary-eyed into the living room with a tiny baby tucked under my arm. Looking in the mirror I couldn’t believe that A. I was a mom. B. I had a tiny human in my arms. And C. I was about to take newborn pictures with this tiny...
Today I know what the X-Men must have felt like. Mutants. Genetically flawed creatures that lurk in the shadows. Ok- I’m exaggerating but you get the point. My favorite was always Storm, but I digress. Today I was diagnosed with “Polycystic Ovarian...
