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A while back, Meg wrote a post about wedding planning, and why the lessons she learned during the process have ended up coming in handy outside the context of wedding planning (in that instance it was navigating pregnancy). I’m finding this to be true for me as well, but less in the logistical way that Meg talked about, and more in the emotional work of coming to terms with how I transition from one stage of my life to the next (read: often with much kicking of the feet). For us, the next transition will probably include kids. Part of the reason I’ve been pressing to include more parenting conversations on APW is because I think the way we talk about parenthood in our culture right now is really troubling. There are so many labels and acronyms and so very few real conversations about how people are approaching the decision to have and raise a child in this day and age. And frankly, I just want to know what my options are. Or really, that I even have options. So this week, in addition to your regularly scheduled wedding content, we’ve asked a few familiar faces to join in a conversations about parenthood as it pertains to home and work. Today we start with our own Liz, as she navigates working from home while also taking care of a kiddo during the day. This week we’ll also hear from Meg on the wonders of daycare, as well as longtime reader Brandi on her experiences as a stay at home parent. While these perspectives certainly don’t even graze the complete possibilities of parenthood, my hope is that through them we can begin to expand our conversations on Parenthood out from June Cleaver and into something a bit more like real life.

Maddie

It was just about two years ago that I left my job to be home with my son. But, it was just about a year ago that the internet informed me of its disapproval of that decision.

It’s funny how something like, “to stay home or not to stay home,” feels a very black-and-white sort of choice when you’re talking about it on the internet, where everything is in single dimension. In reality, the decision was all sorts of blurry shades of gray. Rather than a choice of this-or-that, it was a matter of weighing a load of different factors together. My husband and I thought about who was having an easier time finding lucrative work, who had aspirations outside of a just-bill-paying job, and who wanted to be home. We weighed issues of finance, emotion, time, career path, family, and on and on against one another. It was complicated.

But it wasn’t something entirely unfamiliar. That’s what we’d been doing for all the Big Stuff up until that point. Where to live? Take this job or that? Go back to school? Each decision rolled out pretty much the same litany of factors, just with different importance each time. Having a baby was no different, just, yet again, made the factors shift a bit in weight. Complicated, tricky, but old hat.

In fact, just about a year before baby, we’d done that same shuffling of priorities. In the end of that round, I took on a bleak desk job in a cramped gray cubicle. It was a boring job, a smidge degrading, and it wasn’t in my field, but it paid the bills. Because it paid the bills, my husband was able to stay home and work toward his Master’s. We wrung our hands, we discussed, and we analyzed all of the different factors to consider. In the end, I bit the bullet so he could do what he wanted.

When baby came around, I was the one who wanted to stay home, and he faced slaving away at a thankless job. Other than those specifics of who was stuck with the shitty end of the stick (and the presence of one additional pudgy, dimpled factor to consider), it was essentially the same decision.

So why the public outrage? Continue reading Reclaiming Wife: The Work-From-Home Mom

Last week we gave you part one of Marriage and Early Motherhood, a two-part interview series where I get to pepper Meg with questions about her thoughts on choosing to have kids, being pregnant, and her perspective on the past few months of being a new mom. While the idea for this feature might have been ours (well, mine. I possibly harassed Meg into talking more about motherhood in one post than she probably plans to for the rest of time), the content is decidedly yours. The questions we’re asking were sourced from the almost five hundred comments you left in our open thread on the same subject back in March. And man are they good ones. If I’m being honest, part two is my favorite half of the interview, because today we get at some of the more taboo topics in motherhood—the stuff we aren’t talking about in a lot of other places: bodies, support systems, and the pressure for motherhood to be an all-consuming force. So if you missed part one, go check it out and come back. If you’re here for round two, let’s dig in.

Maddie

Cage Match: My Thighs vs. Awesome Baby

Maddie: Ok, I just want to throw a few words out there and have you respond to them. I want to hear you talk about vanity. Because I feel like there is a lot that goes into, just, body stuff.

Meg: I think people are kind of ashamed to say that they have issues around vanity. And I mean, I think humans do. I don’t even think that’s something just women do. I gained more than forty percent of my body weight during pregnancy, and I was not made to feel awesome about that by the medical establishment. I did not do anything funny; that’s just what my body wanted to put on. I then turned around and it is almost all gone, I have a four-month-old, and I have not spent an inordinate amount of time at the gym. In fact, I could not go to the gym until week twelve because of medical stuff. So, my point there is not that you should be required to lose all of your pregnancy weight. If you can’t breastfeed, for example, it’s just going to take a long time. My point is the human body is way more resilient than we’re led to believe.

That said, there are parts of your body that will never be the same. There are things that’ll never be the same, but I hear people talking about it like that’s a reason to stop themselves from having kids if they otherwise want to. My problem with that is not the vanity, because you’re allowed the vanity. My problem with that is that shit’s going to happen anyway because you’re going to get older. So if you want to have kids, the idea that you would, like, worry that your boobs aren’t gonna look as awesome? Newsflash, your boobs are not going to look as awesome. That train has already left the station. So, there are parts of your body that will never look the same, though for me it hasn’t been terrifically extreme. I don’t want to say this in a minimizing your fears kind of way, but it literally is like, I look at my thighs and think, “I have a lot of stretch marks,” and then I look at my baby and think, “There is a new human being who lives here who is awesome.” I’m not saying I don’t have huge amounts of vanity like everybody else, but you can’t even compare. I’m like, “My thighs vs. awesome baby? Whatever, I’m going to buy a different swimsuit this year. Moving on.”

Everything Will Change…Right?

Maddie: Okay, so the other word. Motherhood and identity and all that goes with it. Motherhood and identity. I feel like you have a lot to say about motherhood, so I’m not even going to ask you a question.

Meg: Not everyone shares my opinion on this, but I do not feel like I have a new identity. At all. Period. The interesting thing about this is there are a lot of very smart women in my life who I’m very close to and respect a ton who have really felt like motherhood sort of internally rebuilt them. And I do not feel like that. I feel like I am exactly the person I was before I had the baby. I just now have a baby and in a lot of ways—and I don’t mean this in an everyone should have a baby sort of way at all—but the change for me is that I feel like I have a richer and deeper interior life than I did. I would say that I’m happier than I was, but you know, my interests are not any different. And my identity is not any different. And if I can say that now, when I am still deeply in the thrall of hormones, then that is a pretty radical thing to say. Because I think often your identity really shifts when you’re in the thrall of the hormones, and then by the time you’re the parent of a twelve-year-old, you’re not—I have friends who are parents of twelve-year-olds because, again, people we know got pregnant right after high school—by the time you kid is thirteen, you’re not like, “My identity revolves around my teenager.” But I didn’t even really experience that in the short term. Your mileage may vary, however.

Maddie: What about the flipside? Maybe it’s because, I dunno, I’m a couple years behind, or because of where I lived, or whatever, but on the flip side, I feel this extreme pressure to, if we do have a kid one day, to make it sort of no big deal. I did the same thing with my marriage where I was like, “Just married, no big deal. I think I like this guy, he’s okay,” kind of thing. And I’m afraid that I will be…

Meg: Why is that?

Maddie: I think it’s a rejection of the cultural narrative that it’s this huge, life altering…

Meg: …everything will change.

Maddie: Yes, exactly. So I feel like I need to say, “Nope, all the same here. Fine and dandy.” And I don’t know if that’s something that will change, or if I’m shooting myself in the foot with that.

Meg: I think you have to allow for the fact that things change. My identity has not shifted, but that doesn’t mean that all kinds of things haven’t changed. You know, there’s a whole new person in our lives. So, I think it’s a little bit of a balance. I also think that I’m in a weird situation in terms of identity, because super weirdly to me—because friends of ours had kids twelve and thirteen years ago—but super weirdly to me we are young within our friends circle to have kids, young within the greater Bay Area professional scene to have kids. In David’s office, the people who have kids the same age as ours are partners in their early forties. So, I’ve been in this weird situation where I roll up to daycare and I’m wearing some—David always mocks me that I’m wearing some trendy crap. I’m wearing like, Hunter wellies and patterned tights and a jean skirt and a striped shirt. And everyone else is noticeably older and wearing office clothes. There really can be this sort of mismatch, I feel like I look like the babysitter. Which is ridiculous because I’m thirty-two. So it can be sort of interesting the ways your identity maybe doesn’t shift, and then how you relate to other parents. I haven’t figured that part out yet. At all.

How We Stay Sane

Maddie: One thing I want to talk about is this idea of support. Because I feel like there is this myth of you and your partner, and that’s it, and you just do this. And I’ve noticed just by spending time with you—you have a pretty big support system.

Meg: Maddie knows that because she had my baby at her farm all day on Saturday. And she couldn’t do it alone at her farm.

Maddie: I couldn’t!

Meg: She had a husband and a roommate and a box of Chicken in a Bisket. And a dog.

Maddie: So true.

Meg: I think support is the most key thing to talk about. Continue reading Marriage And Early Motherhood Part II

Halfway Home

This is the last week of “Decided” month, and on Monday we move into a (much needed) discussion of “The Good.” This month we’ve talked quite a bit about the fears and decisions around deciding to have kids or not, and these conversations have all take place within the context of marriage and of having made a decision to get pregnant in advance. So before we go, I thought it was important to add another voice to the discussion. Today is about what happens when you get unexpectedly pregnant with someone you don’t want to spend the rest of your life with, and you decide to keep the baby. This story isn’t finished, but the journey to finding peace within the decision is so important for all of us, whatever our circumstances.

Meg

I am twenty weeks pregnant today.

If you’re anything like me and don’t have a clue as to what all those mysterious numbers that soon-to-be-mamas are always talking about actually mean, it is just a simple way of saying, “I’m exactly halfway to the finish line.”

Looking at it now, the evolution of my pregnancy can also be divided into two distinct chapters by today’s ambiguous marker. Simply put, the first half of my pregnant experience can be only be categorized as an emotional, physical, and spiritual holy-hot-mess. However, the second half, which I clearly have yet to experience, already looks decidedly more awesome.

One of the most painful things that I have had to go through these past four-and-a-half months has been the complete desecration of my ideas about how this was supposed to be. When you set yourself up with a plan, an expectation, a hope, about how you think it all should be and then realize you actually have no control whatsoever—it can lead to serious feelings of failure, shame, and eventually a total rebuilding of your outlook on life.

The easiest way to get into the details of all of this is to start with how I actually became pregnant, and that part is very simple: I became pregnant on birth “control” (insert irony here) after dating a new dude for one month—and from the moment the display on that little game-changer read “pregnant” it has all been a total shit storm up until now, mostly thanks to said dude.

I had always hoped to have a baby some day with a healthy, supportive, loving partner whom I trusted implicitly and who was an innately kind, self-sufficient, respectable human being. This is a laughable hope now in comparison to whom I found out I had become pregnant with. Throughout this process, it has become very clear that our moral and ethical characters, our responses to life’s adversities, the stuff we place value in, and ultimately how we treat ourselves and others make for incredibly juxtaposed personalities. And what all of this made even more crystal clear is that while opposites can attract long enough to create a baby, this attraction becomes unsustainable once responsibility pops into the picture. Who knew!

In making the hardest decision of my entire life to ultimately keep my pregnancy, I have had to contend with numerous pleas and the pathetic tears from him begging me to have an abortion (even into my second trimester). I have allowed my self-worth to dwindle in tolerating his coldness, cruelty, and emotional abusiveness. I have experienced unmatched loneliness and epic discouragement from even asking for help, being told, “I’ll give you love and affection when I want to. Not when you ask for it.” Needless to say, all of this negativity, exhaustion, and stress had me drowning in an emotional tsunami that was made even more impossibly horrible due to the physical morning sickness that occurred twenty-four hours a day, seven days a week for Four. Straight. Months. Let me be very clear: it was a straight up battle every single day to remind myself why the choice I made was the right decision for me. Continue reading Halfway Home

First of all, before we even get into this, no matter what crazy shit your brain tells you, becoming a mom does not mean that you have given up all chances to be an awesome rockstar feminist (in fact, it means that you probably get extra chances, plus the ability to raise new awesome rockstar feminists). Two weeks ago Maddie started an open thread, asking you all your fears surrounding motherhood, so she could ask me a bunch of questions about my (very) limited experience as a mom. That interview is coming next month, but it only seemed right to include in “Decided” month Heidi Schertz’s post on the huge and normal fears that can come up during pregnancy (or an adoption process, or any other process for procuring a small human). Because you know what? It’s okay if you’re scared as shit, even when you’re constantly asked if you’re So Excited.

Meg

El Sugar and I have been married since September. And I’m already pregnant. This is a cause for joy. But inside there is a tiny voice saying, “I’m not sure.”

It started before we got married. We had that conversation. You know, along these lines…
Me: “So, you want kids?”
El: “Absolutely.”
Me: “Well, how many you thinking about?”
El: “Millions.” (You can tell that El is a joker.)
Me: “Um, I am not pushing millions of babies out of my vagina.” (You can tell I’m not.)

But in the end we decided that Yes, indeed we wanted children. I agreed to “as many as God gives us, so long as that number is four or smaller.” My one caveat was that we would not even start trying until we had health insurance. El was unemployed up until a month before our wedding and I work part time as a substitute teacher. Guess what my wonderful, motivated husband did? He got us health insurance. It kicked in January. You can tell that he was ready to be a daddy.

I felt obligated to live up to my promise. We could try. So in December, since El argued the insurance would kick in by the time we were officially pregnant, we had sex! The baby making kind of sex. I thought for sure with all the medical hoodoo and what not that it would take longer. But it didn’t. And now I’m sort of in a state of shock. And the little voice inside my head is quietly asking, “Are you sure? That all this is what you want?” In my mind it’s like I immediately went from peeing on a stick to being the type of mom with vomit in her hair, no shower, running around with two different shoes on, surrounded by screaming kids, who on top of that has no support and gets no emotional fulfillment out of her life. Continue reading From Wishing And Hoping To Scared As Sh*t

The Car Seat

This week marks our three-year anniversary (my favorite holiday). Since APW (of course) started as me writing about our planning and wedding, anniversary week always makes me particularly thoughtful. How does our wedding (now three years ago) relate to our marriage? How do relationships change and grow? So this week we wanted to talk about an idea that’s integral to all long-term relationships: The Breaking Point. That point where you come upon something that can either break you, or make you whole. This week, we’re exploring how major events can enrich a relationship. And first up, we have A., writing about becoming a stepmom to a seven-year-old, at thirty-two.

Wedding planning traditionally involves shopping for silver, linen, and crystal. Flowers, candy, and jewelry are typically considered to be romantic gifts. Three weeks after moving in with my fiancé, he went out while I was at work and bought something for me: a pink car booster seat. I arrived home to find it in the foyer. He had picked it out with his seven-year-old daughter, my future stepdaughter, for use in my car when she rides with me.

I will admit right now that my first reaction was not positive. I am very glad to have my future stepdaughter, S., in my life. She’s funny, smart, and eternally curious. I enjoy her company, and I feel like we’re doing a pretty good job figuring out this whole living together as a family unit thing. But a car seat… in my car? My sporty single-girl truckette, now to be turned into a child-hauling grocery-getter?

A note of explanation on my relationship to my vehicle: My petite four-wheel-drive is practical, cute, and ready for adventure—words that I hope also describe me. It’s not just a prized possession, paid off early through years of scrimping, but also one of my most personal spaces. Lacking a private study or home office, my car is the place where I can be by myself, crank up the music, and think. As in so many other areas, we have a gender role reversal in our relationship, as my fiancé couldn’t care less about cars, while I tend to view mine as an integral part of my lifestyle (especially living in an area where public transit is not viable for our daily commutes). Suddenly, confronted by the brightly colored child safety device sitting in my new home, destined for a place in my motorized sanctuary, my head was spinning and the past few weeks of remarkably little moving-related tension seemed to fall away. Continue reading The Car Seat

*Danielle, Social Worker & Jon, Financial Advisor*

Today’s wedding graduate post is the perfect compliment to this morning’s post on becoming a stepparent. When Danielle walked down the aisle, she also (surprise!) was walking into parenthood and building a bigger family than just the two of them. She discusses that, and learning to negotiate boundaries with family with astonishing grace. (And now that we’ve said the deep things, can we take a moment to talk about how breathtaking she looks in that dress? Because girlfriend…. yes.)

Let me just start this by saying: I have been having a difficult time reflecting on my actual wedding day and the ten month planning process leading up to it, since five weeks, almost exactly, after that day my husband and I found out that I am pregnant. This was a surprise and one that we are still (six months later) wrapping our minds around. I have always thought, rather abstractly, that I would like to have children some day, but that day always seemed distant and far removed from my everyday choices. I have accepted the fact that having created life has permanently altered my memories of our wedding day and what was/was not significant about that day for us. If anything, it has allowed me to focus more on the relationships that are significant to me and the promises that we made to each other.

We received our wedding photos and a small clip of a wedding video just days after finding out that we would be having a baby. I remember looking at those pictures and it all seemed so distant and removed from where our lives had catapulted to in the previous forty-eight hours. Most of the “pretty details” that I worked so on are now blurred into the background of my memories.


Six months after our wedding, our relationship and our lives are completely different from what we planned. (“But in a good way,” is what I keep adding as an addendum when I try to explain this to people.) The vows that we made to each other that day seem much less theoretical. This is not some “future family” we are creating. This. Is. Real. Continue reading Wedding Graduates: Danielle & Jon