Check out this article in the Austin American Statesman. The founders of Get Babied Doula Collective are interviewed in it about more mothers saving their placentas. The comment section, as always with issues that toe the line, is hilarious and sad all at the same time.


I am training for a half marathon. Really. I am! I have started this process before, however. What is so different about training this go-around? This time, I am actually going to run a half marathon race. I even already registered for it. In times past, I would start training, put off registering until I felt more confident in my training schedule and then….well….life would happen. I wouldn’t feel like running or when I was running, it would get hard. I could never actually imagine putting in the leg work when it got closer to race day. I could never see myself running 10 miles in training.

But then I had a baby. Her birth was exhilarating and there was never one moment during the labor and delivery where I thought “I can’t do this.” I completely, utterly just went with my body. Granted, Laurel’s labor and delivery was a lot faster than most first time moms. I am thankful for some wide birthing hips and some good genetics. But even moments after she was born, I thought “I could do that again”. Not right away of course…

So, later on, after re-gaining the baby weight I lost at the delivery of my daughter, I had to re-evaluate how I view my body. Why was the birth so fast and relatively easy for me and running so much harder? Why didn’t I trust my body to push itself? I gave my body plenty of trust during childbirth, couldn’t I do the same when it comes to exercise?

The answer is two fold: yes. But it was really my mind that needed the pushing. After having Laurel, my mind could finally see the unbelievable things my body was capable of doing. I felt strong, proud, and started viewing my body as a thing of wonder, a thing of strength instead of something to be compared to or with. I stopped worrying about my rolls, about my weight…I started taking care of my body instead. With that came the weight loss.

And there was something else. I didn’t want to pass along my low self-esteem of my body to my daughter. I want her to see her body as a thing of wonder. So, I started running. Then I ran in a race and all those memories of my younger racing days came flooding back and I knew I was hooked again. I signed up for the half marathon on Jan 30th here in Austin. I turn 30 on January 25th, so the marathon is not only a goal but also a milestone. I want to say, for my 30th birthday, I ran a half marathon.

I started thinking about this post a couple of days ago when I read this article on the site Jezebel.

My favorite line from that article? “Your body was made for kicking ass.”

Why yes, yes it is. Thank you.


PS On a side note, even if you choose or unable to have a natural childbirth, your body is still strong and you should still be proud. Even forming life, carrying and sustaining is a feat of strength in itself. Go mommas!