Did a quick little photo shoot in the costumes🕸️🕷️

Vegas for my 41st → 6ish months later. What happened in Vegas didn’t stay in Vegas this year😭😂

Me and my little sidekick over the last 4 Halloweens. Year 2, he was not having any of letting me take a picture with him lol. That was right after he learned to walk, and he basically started running everywhere from that moment on. But I realized something going through these pictures. I’ve been pregnant every single October since 2023, with each of those previous pregnancies ending in first trimester losses. And this October, I’ll be hitting viability with our second little boy🥹 So grateful🙏🏼

Part of what makes GLPs so powerful is that they can alter behavior before a person ever reaches conscious contemplation. Many people never meaningfully consider a different way of eating or living because they have never experienced the physiological and psychological conditions that make that alternative feel preferable. GLPs can change the reward landscape first, and cognition often catches up afterward. For some people, cognition never catches up to the behavioral shift, which is why many revert after discontinuation. But that outcome is not inevitable. The period on a GLP can become evidence—>if someone consciously updates the perceived benefits of food, movement, satiety, and their old habits, the new behavior can become genuinely preferable rather than merely pharmacologically easier.

I love watching them together🥹💙

Just got the images back from our anatomy scan. So impressed with how fast they grow. We are all so in love already🥹💙

The only thing I realized I regretted in my life was not ever having my own child when I was diagnosed with metastatic cancer at 34. There’s a long story around that. I didn’t prioritize career or intentionally put children off. I married young (19), was never on birth control, and the man I married was severely physically abusive, so not having a child with him was ultimately a blessing in disguise. But I also didn’t realize how hard not having a child with my DNA would hit me when I thought my life was ending. I had started dating my husband a short time before my diagnosis, and he singlehandedly restored my faith in men + life. I had my son at nearly 37 and will have my second at nearly 42. Grateful every single day for how my life has turned out.

Likely related to meaning and responsibility. Having people who genuinely depend on you gives work and sacrifice a clearer purpose. Nothing makes you more aware of financial tradeoffs, long term planning, and personal responsibility quite like having a family depending on you. Responsible, invested men are good for families, employers, and society as a whole.

Alex somehow finds every animal in need of rescuing lol. He’ll come across some random injured little creature, bring it home, get it settled in a box, and then take it to our local rescue center. This happens at least once a month😭😅

We got our family pics back. So many good ones. My heart is full💓

What women often find repellent is not merely that a man lacks confidence, status, height, social competence, or whatever trait he believes would make him desirable. It is what prolonged fixation on that lack can do to his entire personality. Take height. A man may begin with an ordinary insecurity about being shorter than he would prefer, but eventually that insecurity becomes the organizing principle of his mind. Every rejection confirms that women are shallow. Every taller man becomes an enemy. Every female preference is interpreted as cruelty, entitlement, or proof that the world is rigged against him. He becomes defensive before anyone has criticized him… hostile before anyone has rejected him… and resentful toward women he simultaneously expects to desire him. Or take a man who experienced repeated failure with women during the formative years when his sense of desirability was being established. He may spend the rest of his life obsessively pursuing female attention and sexual abundance because he never developed an internal frame of reference in which he felt wanted. He is not merely enjoying women later in life. He is compulsively trying to correct an old deprivation. No amount of attention ever fully satisfies him because the pursuit is not actually about the women in front of him. It is about proving something to the younger version of himself who felt invisible. Eventually, the supposed deficiency is no longer the central problem. The personality that formed around it is. The bitterness, obsessive comparison, self pity, entitlement, passive aggression, and constant need to explain why women are wrong for not choosing him become far more unattractive than the original trait he lacked. He has allowed one perceived disadvantage to consume every more appealing part of his personality. Then he points to women’s reaction to that psychological distortion as proof that his original insecurity was correct. It is a perfectly perfect sealed loop. He believes women reject him because he is short, insufficiently dominant, or not conventionally attractive, while refusing to consider that they may be reacting to the sucking black hole of resentment he has constructed around it. The same is true of the man compulsively collecting women to compensate for not being wanted earlier in life. He interprets his appetite as natural male nature, when it may actually be an old wound demanding constant external proof that he is desirable. The TLDR here is that lacking a desirable trait does not inevitably make someone undesirable. But allowing that lack to deform your character often does.

I was just remembering when my husband and I first started interacting online a decade ago. He had that lethal combination of being brilliant and kind of an asshole, so a lot of people found him intimidating. We met debating a topic too, which feels very on brand. But even while he was disagreeing with me, he was very clearly being nicer to me than he was to everyone else😂 That’s the dream. Not a man who is nice to everyone, but a man who is gentle in one very specific direction.

Yes. Men who are obsessed with a bunch of meaningless casual sex usually aren’t actually obsessed with sex. It’s almost always driven by insecurity and the need for some external checkpoint of validation from women or from their bros. I’ve also seen cases where the man is just terrified of depth and running from himself. But it’s almost never because he’s some true connoisseur of sex. Both are disappointing to me, because either one should be a signal to strengthen oneself. Both are weakness. But alas, they build entire systems around pretending it’s the ultimate peak male experience… when really it just exposes a man with no direction and no real command over himself.