Hot mess express?
Style your way into motherhood It was 6 months after I gave birth to our first born. A sweet, big blue eyed, miniature version of me. She was sleeping through the night, about 10-12 hours, nursing, and hitting all the milestones on the dot. It had been 6 months since we moved away from our families and into the neighboring state. I had managed to network my way into a few events and was living my dream of being a stay at home mom. I should have felt blissful, excited and grateful. Instead, I felt exhausted, anxious and angry. Then …