Challenge accepted. @chefserenapoon 💓💪🏼👑💡✌🏼 I remember this moment from 2019. I silently recited (my own unique witchy version of) a prayer for a dear friend struggling with infertility, then wished my pending pap results would be normal. Soon after this shot, she became pregnant, and my results were perfectly normal. Even when it's HARD, like really really f'ing HARD, I've always revelled in being a girl/woman. I'm not even sure what exactly that means/implies, but I know, in my bones, my soul, it's a source of joy, empowerment, and creative expression for me. I pray everyone on the planet can derive this kind of happiness and rootedness in their identity. EVERYONE deserves that. #empoweringwomen #womensupportingwomen #womenempowerment #womeninspiringwomen #abbeyclelandlopez #womenwriters #womenwritersofinstagram ...

How is everyone? Do I know anyone else who is still home ALL the time, as if it's late March or April or May or June or July or August or September? As if a pandemic is still raging? Oh, please don't answer that. I may be in what some could call "a mood," and feel salty about some particular answers, and that's honestly not me, not my style, not good for anyone, not what's in my heart. 🧡 We, my family, have very good reasons to stay put all the time, so we do. Every every every day. 🧡 I did, however, do something very out of the usual today. I picked up a gown from the tailor. I had dropped it off on March 3rd for an early April wedding that would never be. My adored tailor has been stranded in Thailand, while I've been firmly rooted 4 miles from the shop. None of this matters, except that she did an excellent job, and when this era comes to a close, which it will -- no doubt -- I'm wearing that gown (sooo yummy: a floor-length, colorblocked, structured, strappy-backed, secondhand designer stunner) as soon and often as possible. 🧡 So. Carry on. I love you. I feel you. We really are in this together. (Unless we're not, and then please feel free to kindly + temporarily eff off. (Told you. Salty! 💋💋) xx Real Human Experiencing Real Things #abbeyclelandlopez ...

Cameron thought this "fancy garnish" (and this photo capturing this "fancy garnish") was hilaaaaarious. 🦖🍸 Twas such the stressful/scary/strenuous week. But apparently I've arrived, somehow, in my Friday night fantasy scenario. (In bed, books and Belvedere within reach.) And despite this delightful anomaly, sometimes you STILL find a vicious beast in your vodka. At some point, these last few years, I've learned to sip around them.
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(And seriously, when possible, buy books from @prologuebookshop . They're indie and knowledgeable and lovely. No incentive to say that, except that it's the truth.) #notaninfluencer #justlovebooks #saveindiebookstores #abbeyclelandlopez #prologuebookshop #614columbus #cbusgram ...

By the time I finished it, sunlight flooded my office, distorting this photo so serendipitously my mane's roots actually appear the color God Herself intended, and my beloved @_rachblack of @citrinehairandskin achieves. 👑 Anyway. Ask any screenwriter. Few highs top that dopey, delicious "FADE TO BLACK" high. I won't know this baby's strengths and weaknesses for weeks, but we won't focus on that today.

Today, Mama will be tired, but happy.

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3 years ago today -- 3 weeks before meeting my darling Annie Girl -- I was headed, once again, back to L&D. ⚡️ Just looking at this, the stress was so consuming, I can actually FEEL it now. ⚡️ I did not enjoy being pregnant, and I do not believe I was very good at it. Heaps of gratitude and anticipatory joy bouyed me through the fear, miserable meds, prelabor paranoia, etc. I was entirely, deeply in love with my children before we met eyes; meanwhile, I found carrying them physically in my body entirely, deeply unnatural. [And yes, this word choice is intentional and true. It's just how it felt for me. Still, to this day, I'm shocked, genuinely, that I did that, grew like that, and not in any kind of pat-oneself-on-the-back kind of way, more like "Who possibly thought THAT was a reasonable idea!?" kind of way.] Anyway. For these reasons, I don't revisit my pregnancies. And really, why would I when the priceless gifts they provided are fully animated and autonomous now, just in front of my nose or clinging to my legs where they belong, requesting ice cubes, glue sticks, and 'squeezy Mama hugs?' [🤗] But, lately, unintentionally, some visceral pregnancy memories are flickering back, and I think I know why. Then and now are such different times, but hard times all the same. I used to have to repeat to Bewildered Pregnant Abbey, "You only need enough strength for today. Tomorrow's strength will arrive tomorrow." And it always did. And it always does. And it always will. I don't know if anyone at all may benefit from reading this, but just in case, there it is, here it is.... Tilt your head up to what I like to imagine are the heavens for a "Serenity now...! / For the love...! / WTF...! Whyyyy...?" exhale, then just keep hanging on. And if hanging on feels harder than you think it should, please message me. I'm here. I mean it. ❤️ [Squeezy virtual hugs.]
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