Life at the Blue House · lifestyle

Dusting Off the Podcast (Wooohooo!)

I’m dusting off the podcast soon!β­πŸŽ™πŸŽ‰
After letting it go in my third trimester of pregnancy in May 2020, I picked it up again the following November, but changed the whole feel to be 1) Seasonal. 2) Super laid-back. For now, this is the way I can say YES to podcasting (something people have really enjoyedπŸ‘) without saying no to more important things in my life. Also, I love being laid-back. Pressure is off!! All that said, I recorded an update on Wednesday this week! Which was a surprise even to me.πŸ˜… I mean, I’ve been planning to podcast again and before really getting into a series or season, I’d HAVE to do an update since it’s been a few months! And on Wednesday, I thought, “How about now? Let’s do it.” So I did. And it literally feels like a chat over coffee.β˜• I’m not BACK to everything as usual yet, but I am popping in.πŸŽ‰ So that’s a long way of saying, there’s 20 minutes of #JoyRightHere waiting for you wherever you best love your podcasts!😍
The Celebrating Soul

Telling My Son’s Birth Story

On August 2nd, I gave birth to our son, Shasta. The entire experience was so beautiful and filled with healing. My body–with a decade of pain, grief, and struggling–was invited into something wonderful and breathtaking. This body–the one I’ve wrestled with and grieved for–became a vessel for giving birth to a living, breathing soul. Giving birth is far less about my strength and stamina as a woman, and more about receiving the otherworldly, stunning gift of childbirth. I can’t believe it’s part of my story.

But there it was.

And here I am.

While I write this our little boy is intermittently making all sorts of sounds from the bedroom. He’s so much fun. Giving birth was profound and beautiful and healing, but I think most of this post will be peppered with humor. And I love that too. This photo was taken August 1st while I was in early labor. It would take many more hours for my son to make his grand appearance. And yes, bathroom selfies are the least classy of all millennial photographic skills, but here we are. πŸ™‚

So, let’s rewind.

To be frank, I didn’t think I’d go into labor on my own. It seems as though so many years of chronic pain has oft given me the underlying feeling of “failure” and a sense of just not trusting my body to “work.” Of course, I don’t consciously live under that assumption (I’ve gained a lot of freedom + confidence over the years!), but when push comes to shove and the hormones rage ( πŸ™‚ ), and your body is actually preparing itself for childbirth, some of those underlying things you STILL need to work through explode to the surface and you MIGHT just end up crying profusely in the car on the way to the grocery store. It could happen. It’s a strong possibility. πŸ™‚ HA! Continue reading “Telling My Son’s Birth Story”