Hello from the other siiiiide...

I had a freaking baby.

Hello friends. Reporting live from my bed, joined by my new DAUGHTER (wtf????), Luna Wren, born December 14th, 2024 at 11:03PM. I am currently delieriously happy and high on newborn fumes, outfitted in a nursing bra from Target and Frida Mom postpartum undies. It’s chic c’est la vie over here (a reference for my RHONY heads).

I made her?????

As an overachiever, oversharer-extrodinare, I could not wait to get a moment to send something out to y’all alerting you of the babe’s arrival, and also, I am just overflowing (as are my boobs) with joy and feelings, and I’ve been craving a wee overshare. Never in my life have I felt the way I do. It’s a tonic of exhaustion, physical pain, and extreme bliss. Nothing, and I mean nothing, can prepare you for the transit of insanity that is childbirth directly into new parenthood. I read that and heard that a lot during my pregnancy, and I didn’t fully understand it because I couldn't—but now I understand it. It sounds scary when you are far away from it, and honestly, it is scary when you are in it, but it’s also the most radical and psychadelic dose of duality.

I really wasn’t sure how I would take to new motherhood. I may have seemed confident during my pregnancy, but those last few weeks pressed me to the edge of a cliff that forced me to confront allllllll the fears I had about the turning of the page of my kid-free chapter. I felt disconnected from the baby; trying to picture what any of it would look like was like staring into a pitch black room with no lightswitch, and I sort of panicked. I attempted to decipher if it meant something, if it meant I wasn’t actually ready, if it meant I was going to be a bad mom... every little dusty particle of doubt floated around me day in and day out. And then they plopped this slippery little bloody baby onto my chest, and everything—I mean everything—changed. The feeling everyone told me I’d feel when I locked eyes with the baby I’d grown inside of my body for the last TEN months (they lied, ok, it’s ten months) for the first time had arrived. It’s been a rollercoaster, for sure. I have had my “I ruined my life” moments where I feel maximum overwhelm and question my ability to operate on two hours of sleep, but the way I feel when I look at Luna cancels out all the (white) noise and doubt. She is everything to me already, and I only met her six days ago. This is not the experience of every new parent, but fuck, I am glad it is mine.

Homegirl tripping while discovering her own hand.

In the coming weeks, I really want to share my birth story with you guys, which was … cuckoo to say the least, and I’m going to do so by way of my … “not not a podcast” here on Oversharing. I have done a few of these so far, and I really do not know if anyone has even listened to them, as it is literally just me rambling into a microphone from different rooms in my home… but I think that’s literally just what a podcast is? Become a paid subscriber today if you’d like to listen in on my inner monologue. So much to say—SO MUCH TO SAY.

Happy Holidays to you guys. I am wishing you good tidings and cheer. If you need me, I will be in bed with my new bestie and 40 different sound machines. Talk to you soon.

xo, Bethany