10/21/2025
This loaf of sourdough symbolizes so much more than bread for me.
For the first time since being pregnant with my twins, I finally feel like myself again.
Before kids, I baked a lot. It was my creative outlet — my way to slow down, nurture, and create something from scratch. But every time I got pregnant (thanks to months of nausea and sickness) or had a new baby (hello, sleepless nights), my sourdough starter would die. Each pregnancy or newborn stage I would restart, nd honestly, that always stung a little.
It felt like a small reflection of the season I was in — one where survival mode took priority over creativity, hobbies, or even just feeling like I had space to breathe.
Now, with 3.5-year-old twins and a 17-month-old, life is still beautiful chaos — but it’s also starting to feel different. There’s a little more rhythm, a little more me-time, and a lot more gratitude.
So, this loaf isn’t just bread. It’s a reminder that growth happens in seasons. That the parts of ourselves we set down for a while aren’t lost — they’re just waiting for the right time to rise again.
I’m excited to be baking again, reconnecting with what fills me up, and hopefully sharing more content here —normalizing nutrition.
Here’s to coming out of the thick of it, one loaf (and one nap time) at a time.