On my first day of leave I took a nap, took a prenatal yoga class (my first of this pregnancy), and took another nap. On my second day of leave, I did the Sunday crossword puzzle (because really, who can do the Sunday crossword on Sunday when you have a four-year-old jumping all over the sofa you’re attempting to recline on?), ordered swaddling blankets and … Continue reading I’m not disabled, I’m pregnant. (36 weeks)
Yesterday I saw my son’s penis. It was a routine ultrasound. Here’s his head, here are his ears. There’s his heart, there his liver. And there, unmistakable between the legs, his penis. Having a girl is easy. I knew from the start how I was going to raise her, where I wanted her gender compass to be and how I would help her get there … Continue reading Boy Power (12 weeks)
Throughout my life, I’ve had the good fortune to spend time with a lot of successful people. Men, women. Americans, Greeks. Artists, attorneys. Women, men. And most especially women. I have known and I have admired successful career women, successful creative women, and successful mothers. I’ve known so many strong, successful women, in fact, that I almost have come to believe that success comes easy … Continue reading Models and Molds
This year for Halloween, I’m dressing my daughter as a boy. Or not a boy, exactly, but in a costume meant for a boy, complete with bulging biceps and puffed up superhero chest. Other options included the standards: sexy bumble bee, unzipped nurse (did real nurse scrubs ever even come with a zipper neckline?), miniskirt Minnie Mouse, or a bunch of princess characters that are … Continue reading Sexy Baby
On Sundays I run. I run two or three (or on a really good week, four) other days a week, but those long Sunday runs are sacred – every time out is another extended attempt at peace, a slow, sweaty slog until I hit mile three or four or six when finally all of the energy, all of the motion creates quiet in my mind. … Continue reading I feel bad about my butt.
For most of my life, I’ve divided the world into three groups: women who are skinny, women who are not skinny, and men. I’ll let you guess which of these groups I fall into (hint – it’s not the first one). With this worldview, it should come as no surprise that I spent many years of my teens and twenties struggling against (or struggling to … Continue reading Think Thin.
I want to be a stay at home mom. There, I said it. I know that this blog is called Mom at Work. I know that I’m supposed to be writing about the whole work/life/mommyhood balance and how it really is possible to juggle it all and to at least appear to be having a good time of it. I know that I’m a feminist … Continue reading I want to be a stay at home mom.
Okay, time for some serious conversation. Let’s start with this question: How do you define beauty? Now take that definition of beauty and tell me whether this is what you apply to yourself (or, if you’re a guy, tell me whether this is what you apply to your wife/girlfriend/partner). And now take it one step further and tell me whether this is the definition of … Continue reading Hanging Up Some Beauty Hang Ups
I used to be good at my job. I used to work long hours, take work home with me, come into the office on weekends. I used to worry about my job when I wasn’t working. I used to care more, probably, than was healthy. I always, always, always went above and beyond what was asked or expected of me. After living more than my … Continue reading I used to be good at this.
A few years ago when a new colleague started in my division, I was trying to be friendly, trying to make small talk. He was around my age and I thought we might have some things in common, so I asked him what his wife did. “Her job is to take care of my kids,” he told me. He was jovial enough about it, not … Continue reading Men in the Workplace: How to compete with dads that don’t have to be moms.