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by Becky Thompson | Nov 10, 2015 | For Mommas
I put this stinky cream on my belly twice a day while I was pregnant with my son in an attempt to avoid stretch marks. I read that certain foods helped with skin elasticity and that there were vitamins I could take to help my skin heal as well. But if the lotions and...
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by Becky Thompson | Nov 5, 2015 | For Mommas
Getting my daughter dressed for school is one of my least favorite parts of my morning routine. Well, that is until today. Today, I decided to do things a little differently. I guess if we want to be technical, I actually made this decision late last night after my...
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by Becky Thompson | Oct 22, 2015 | For Mommas
Okay, we’ve done this every morning for the last nine weeks. It’s the same classroom, the same teachers, the same kids. We know how the morning will go, and that mommy comes to pick you up after you play outside and you eat your snack. It’s the same every single day....
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by Becky Thompson | Oct 15, 2015 | For Mommas
Today, I was scrolling through Facebook while my kids played quietly with toys. For the record, I give my kids 100% of my attention. I do not ignore them, but when they are entertaining themselves, I will take my own mental health break and scroll mindlessly for a few...
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by Becky Thompson | Oct 6, 2015 | Infertility & Miscarriage
It was a simple picture posted to social media. A man sitting behind his wife with his arms wrapped around her… hands gently resting on the sides of her tummy. She wore the world’s brightest smile and a shirt that read, “Momma-To-Be.” It was how they would announce…...
by Becky Thompson | Sep 1, 2013 | For Mommas, Infertility & Miscarriage, Most Shared
Hope After Miscarriage Author’s Note: This post discusses the details of my miscarriage and may be sensitive for some readers. It was a cool rainy September morning just like this one. On that morning, five years ago, hope was fading and fear was taking over my...
