13 LIES WE TELL OURSELVES

1. I’ll put the laundry in the dryer before I go to bed. 2. I’m taking public transit today. 3. We really should do this more often. 4. I’m committed to yoga every morning… Starting tomorrow… Starting Saturday. 5. No more drinking this weekend. 6. No more bread ever. 7. As long as I’m home…

NON-TOXIC SKINCARE: A RUNDOWN BY S.O.S.

Let us formally introduce you to the ladies of S.O.S. (Soap on Skin): our girls, Holly and Sofia. They’re a pair of not-quite Rebel Mamas who are obsessed with skincare and cosmetics and speak to it from a “clean” perspective (without being preachy A-holes. #bless). They run an Instagram account that we adore (@soaponskin) where…

PREGGO BLUES

-PSA- Experiencing feelings like the ones you’re are about to encounter in this post is completely normal. Feelings like these are WHY we created the Rebel Mama community in the first place – a safe haven to open up and be raw with one another; a place of refuge where you can always count on…

MOM BRAIN

Oh, you didn’t know it was a scientific term? Well, it isn’t. BUT IT SHOULD BE. As you may already know (or will shortly find out), you don’t only lose your marbles while pregnant… as it turns out, even years after bringing baby into the world, you still somehow manage to forget where you left…

WE NEED TO TALK ABOUT… DEATH

Moms: The Undercover Queens of Morbid Thoughts. Sure, we might always be the first to reassure everyone else that there’s nothing to worry about and that everything’s going to be ok, but our internal dialogue? Oh dude – Stephen King ain’t got nothing on us. Why do you think we’re always going in to “check…

WHAT YOU WISH THEY’D TOLD YOU

Today we are sharing all the things we wish people had told us before we had a baby. The goal here is to save any new mama out there from the unfortunate scenario of mumbling, “What is happening right now and why the fuck did nobody warn me?” under her breath while pacing her house at…

THIS IS A MISCARRIAGE

By Meg Broadbent *** I knew it was gone the moment I saw the blood. It. It? I don’t know. The pregnancy? The fetus? Am I allowed to call it “the baby”? Him. I thought it was a boy. I’ll never know for sure. * The morning after it happened, I got an alert on…