Menstrual cup… where have you been all my life?

Warning: This post may be a bit of TMI, but I just had to share with other women the wonderful world of menstrual cups.

It all began when I was 11 years old.  Fortunately for me, I welcomed this new part of my life over summer break while I was home.  This prevented me from having one of those traumatic stories of experiencing such a monumental event in the middle of school informing every classmate that I was “becoming a woman”.  It happened at home where I was able to keep it between myself and my mother.  Now, I can’t recall if I attempted the dreaded tampon during this first menstrual cycle or not, but I do know that when I did, it was an epic FAIL!  How was I ever going to get this thing up there???  So, for as long as I could remember, I was wearing pads.  Which being in Florida put a real damper on typical summer events of going to the beach and swimming in pools.  I’m not quite sure at what age I finally made the transition to tampons, but just like every other female out there, I finally figured it out and successfully “made it work”.  So, here I was at 31, and have been buying, using, and throwing away tampons every month of my womanhood (minus 9 months of pregnancy for Maddox, 9 months of pregnancy for Cash, and 12 months during the first 12 months of breastfeeding Cash).  So what does that total?  Hold on… I’ll do the math.  I’ve had my period for 20 years.  At 12 months a year, that’s 240 months.  Now lets take out my non-menstrual months and we come to 210 months.  Which means I’ve had roughly 210 periods by the age of 31, give or take.  So, at about $9.39 a box of my trusted brand of Tampax Pearl Multipax, 50 count, which I bought every month, means that I spent a total of $1,971.90 just on tampons!!! Continue reading

Hello. My name is Stefanie and I’m addicted to cloth diapers…

Cloth diapering… A concept many in the non cloth diapering world see as an ancient practice only performed by tree hugging hippies who would do anything to save the planet… Even deal with the nastiness of a cloth diaper with poop in it! I know this because up until my 7 month of pregnancy with Cash, that was my view on this archaic practice. I thought of sheets of cloth being folded around a baby using pins to keep it on the baby. Continue reading

The Making of a Natural Birth Mom

I figured I should start this blog off by first introducing myself. My name is Stefanie Weber. I am the mother of two beautiful amazing little boys! I have to say that I have definitely come a long way as a mother. My first is now 7 and I was 23 when he was born. I was in the US Navy at the time and I questioned nothing. I did what was told and followed societies norms. I will say that I had little sparks of who I am today shine through back then. In the Navy, I had the option of a group of OB/Gyn’s providing my prenatal care or a single midwife. I opted for the midwife. I also believed whole heartedly in breastfeeding. I gave myself no other option. However, beyond that, I was the typical American woman. The idea of a birth outside of a hospital, without medical equipment, without the watchful eyes of those who are “experts”, was not even a thought in my mind. An epidural was the only “sane” way to go, saying to myself that I will go as long as I can, but for sure want the epi when things get intense. And circumcision was not even open for discussion. My son was going to be circumcised because isn’t every male? I was young and naive and ignorant. Continue reading