Friday, July 31, 2015
I sit here at 37 weeks pregnant and I'm considered full-term by my medical team. I know other doctors now consider 39 weeks full term, but I don't know if I have another 2 weeks left in me so it's only fitting to that I'm going to believe I'm full-term right now.
This pregnancy has been the hardest thing I've done in my life. I apologize to all the women out there who want to get pregnant or maintain a pregnancy so badly. This post isn't meant to be an insult to you in any way, shape, or form. But even through the ups and downs of this pregnancy looking back these were a truly amazing 37 weeks. I joked with the hubs that I might be the only pregnant woman in the history of the world who was trying to stay as pregnant as possible during August's summer heat and humidity because I'm not quite mentally ready to stop being pregnant just yet.
Without further ado and in no ranked order here are some of the things I'll miss about being pregnant:
- The ease of getting dressed. Sure there were a few days where I'd go to put something on and realized it didn't fit and there was still that one time somewhere around 27 weeks where I mistakenly put a pair of non-maternity jeans in my maternity clothes pile. I nearly passed out when I tried to pull my pants up. However, the longer I got into this pregnancy the easier it became to get dressed because I rotated between 6 dresses, a few shirts, and four pairs of pants. All I can say is thank goodness for cardigans, blazers, and statement necklaces to mix things up a bit.
- The complete and total lack of stranger judgement when eating ice cream in public. Camden Yards, the park, you name it, I probably had ice cream there. I remember standing in a line of kids at Camden Yards to get ice cream on a HOT July day and one kid even let me go in front of him in line.
- Also got to cut the line a few times at public restrooms. I swear I didn't waddle in on purpose, but more than once kind women ushered me to the front of the line. There's a shared connection it seems between women who understand the need to pee and the need to pee instantly.
- My fuller face meant less wrinkles! I have a thinner face and not a ton of wrinkles unless I'm smiling, but with a few extra pounds of pregnancy weight that settled into my face I looked so much younger. I thought my skin was going to be absolutely terrible during this pregnancy, but it held up surprisingly well. I have a few more blemishes at this very second than I would prefer, but I think those are all stress related. Knowing I could go into labor at any moment has caused a tiny bit of stress.
- I've never felt more feminine in my life. I was always a tomboy growing up and I don't consider myself a "girly girl" by any stretch of the imagination. But while pregnant I finally felt feminine and it was as if my body was doing what it was designed to do. I didn't feel that way during the first trimester when my body felt like it was at war with itself, but during the second and third trimesters I feel like I finally came into my womanhood.
- The absolute joy brought around by strangers and non-strangers when talking about babies. I can't explain it, but it's as if babies hold the key to world peace. They're so full of hope, promise, and a clean slate that just talking about them makes people kinder.
Wednesday, July 22, 2015
(Makeup free photos! Because I'm officially over mascara at this moment in time.)
Just over a couple weeks ago at a routine pre-natal visit Chalupa Batman measured small. As in smaller than he did at his previous pre-natal visit. It was enough of a concern that I was sent over to the maternal fetal medicine specialists and a 3rd trimester growth ultrasound was conducted. The hubs and I were told that Chalupa Batman was in the 3rd percentile for weight according to his due date. There are a whole host of reasons that could explain his tiny size and my arms showed some impressive bruises as I underwent a whole host of blood tests to try to get some answers.
Every single test came back negative. I haven't been ordered to go on bed rest, yet, but I was told to limit my physical activity. We're still not 100% sure what is going on, but I'm at the doctor's office every 72 hours for Chalupa Batman to undergo a nonstress test. It's where they hook me up to a machine for 20+ minutes and track his heartbeat and my contractions. He has to show strong heartbeats and some variations in order to prove he's an active baby. I also have an ultrasound once a week to check the amount of amniotic fluid surrounding him.
If any of these terms make zero sense to you, welcome to the club! The first day we found out felt like a tidal wave of information and it took me a few days just to feel like I had my head above water. I'm still not sure I feel in control most days. Our primary goal is to get him to 37 weeks, reassess his size, and then make a determination on when to induce early. We've been told there's almost no situation in which I go to a full 40 weeks. My goal of giving birth without even getting an IV has gone straight out the window.
Baby's Size: Up for discussion! Supposedly about the size of a honeydew melon.
I'm Feeling: I'm supposed to keep my stress levels down. Ha! Basically I'm trying to keep myself as mellow as possible so I don't disrupt Chalupa Batman. I consider it a monumental victory in terms of self-control that I haven't been on WebMD in over two weeks.
I'm incredibly fortunate to have amazing friends, family, co-workers, and a partner through this journey. As soon as I told my leadership team at work their first question was, "what do you need?" My office has gone above and beyond what they're legally required to do and I know that's an odd way to put it, but it's amazing. I'm able to work from home most days and just the lack of a 2 hour daily commute has made my life much less stressful.
I can't even go into how supportive everyone else is in my life because there isn't enough space on the internet.
Physically: I'm a slow moving person these days and I sit down as much as possible. Even when the hubs and I are folding cute baby clothes in the nursery I'm sitting down or taking breaks every few minutes to rock in the glider. The few times I've gone into work I even take the elevator up and down rather than the stairs. That's never happened. I haven't gone for a walk since we heard the news about Chalupa Batman and I miss those moments with the dogs. The weather has turned to full on summer mode and I basically try to avoid the outside temperatures now that it's 90+ degrees and humid.
My Wardrobe: Working from home has its perks! One of them is I'm able to wear quite a few of the hubs technical shirts to keep cool and comfortable and I've borrowed a few pairs of his shorts as well. Anytime I venture outside I'm either in a dress or a gifted pair of maternity cropped khakis. I'm officially done buying maternity clothes! High heels also seem to be a thing of the past at the moment, but on most days I still have ankles and that's a win.
I'm Sleeping: Some nights I sleep amazing and other nights I barely sleep. I can control my emotions and stress levels while I'm awake, but at night it's a different story. I woke up last night at 3:38am and couldn't fall back asleep because I was going through every possible induction outcome scenario.
Food Aversions & Cravings: Negative. Look when a team of doctor's tells you you're baby is small I think it's a normal reaction to go into full on buffet mode. I've been a strong snacker throughout this pregnancy, but now that I'm home my mid-morning snack consists of scrambled eggs rather than cut up fruit. No one believes me when I tell them I've already put on 25lbs during this pregnancy, but I think they're just being kind. Zero specific cravings, but I just want all the healthy foods all the time. I'm eating walnuts by the handful if that says anything.
What I'm Excited For this Next Month: Getting Chalupa Batman chubby! Whether that be while he's still baking, at NICU, or at home with us. Also getting everything ready to possibly have a baby next weekend. Really hoping we can keep him past 37 weeks, but I'm just trying to mentally prep to have him early. So many people have swore to me that first time moms go past their due date that I was just mentally ready to give birth right before September. Now the goal is to make it to August!
The Hubs: This is another spot where I can't write too much without getting overly emotional. He's been absolutely amazing throughout this entire pregnancy and I didn't think it was humanly possible for him to get even more amazing, but somehow he has over these past few weeks. There were a couple of individuals in our lives who lashed out at me and told me that it was my own physical activity levels and my selfish ways of working out while pregnant that were preventing Chalupa Batman from growing properly. I can't even describe how horrible that felt to hear. Those people didn't know that I stopped running a month before Chalupa Batman measured small and that my running routine the last few weeks that I still ran was almost non-existent. The hubs took those people aside and shut them down.
He's kept me from falling absolutely apart these past few weeks and I couldn't have done it without him.
Tuesday, June 23, 2015
Well Chalupa Batman decided to give us quite the scare at my last doctor's appointment. Our little family of three had the first appointment of the day and apparently the doppler machine didn't like us. There's no greater panic in the world than hearing your doctor mutter, "where is the heartbeat." I think the doctor saw the look of absolute panic on my face and she immediately proclaimed that the machine was broken and she'd be back in momentarily with a sonogram machine. We weren't expecting to see Chalupa Batman again, but it was rather reassuring to see him moving around on the low-resolution sonogram machine. Needless to say my blood pressure was most likely elevated. That kid isn't even born yet and he's already causing me a few premature gray hairs! I don't know how to properly convey how happy I was the doctor instinctively went for a sonogram machine to calm my nerves rather than just getting another doppler machine.
Baby's Size: Chalupa Batman is about 3lbs and the size of a coconut. Based on family history I'm trying to mentally prepare myself for a giant baby and it hasn't been fun.
I'm Feeling: Pretty good. I'm hopefully less than 2 months away from meeting Chalupa and that's got me extremely excited. I just want to met this kid already! But I don't want to meet him yet because I know he's got some growing to do and it would be scary if he came too soon. I'm just trying to keep myself mentally calm during the rest of June and July. August will be a different story and I'm sure I'll be an absolute basket case waiting for this kid to make a move already.
Physically: I am Jekyl and Hyde it seems. If it's less than 80 degrees I have all the energy in the world (not really, but it feels like it) and I'm ready to tackle anything that comes my way. I even thought about mixing in a few minutes of running when I was walking laps at the park last week, but I had to pee so bad after 2 seconds and the bathrooms were inexplicably locked. I haven't ran in a few weeks and I'm at peace with it. I had hoped to run well into my third trimester, but the weather is just not cooperating. Maybe if I get blessed with a fluke 70 degree day I'll try to get in a bit of jogging, but right now I'm really enjoying my evening walks with the hubs around the neighborhood.
I am not looking forward to the weather getting even hotter. We've had a few days where the thermometer has tipped 90 degrees and I've been absolutely miserable. This past weekend was pretty hot and the hubs and I spent a few hours roaming around a local casino just to soak up their arctic air conditioning. I honestly think that might be a new way to get out of the heat - the hubs can gamble a bit and I can walk laps around the casino floor.
My Wardrobe: My outfits are getting even more "streamlined." I need to find a maternity maxi skirt or something quick because the idea of wearing pants is getting even more unbearable by the day. I'm still able to wear a few non-maternity shirts, but I actually made the mistake of grabbing a pair of non-maternity trousers one more and almost passed out when I pulled them over my belly. Sorry for that button indentation Chalupa Batman.
I'm Sleeping: Not as well as I have been. I have to get up more often than not most nights and 4:30am seems to be my new wakeup call. I felt so bad one night because I was tossing and turning so much that I felt I should have moved to another bed just so the hubs could get a decent night of sleep. Naps are still my jam. I can't figure out how I can get comfortable enough to nap, but not sleep a full night.
Food Aversions & Cravings: I really can't even recall the last time I had a food aversion. Based on my blood glucose screening I have to give up my morning bagel habit. I still want a bagel, but apparently my body can't readily handle that level of complex carbohydrate first thing in the morning. Bagels are now banned! But my body can handle donuts mid-morning because that makes sense. The human body continues to fascinate me.
In addition to trying to eat more fruit I'm also trying to eat more walnuts during the third trimester. All about those omega-3 fatty acids. Oh, and ice cream because it's freaking hot out! Mint chocolate Klondike bars are my new best friend. I personally have always had a problem with portion control when it comes to ice cream therefore bars are perfect for me. I eat one and I'm done. But if I had a spoon and a half gallon of ice cream I could go to town on that thing. Always could and it'd probably be a lot easier to mentally justify the splurge as "but it's hot and I'm pregnant."
Oddly enough, I gained a whopping pound last month! Apparently just surviving in this heat is a calorie burner.
What I'm excited for this next month: Chalupa Batman's crib should finally be delivered! That's really going to make the nursery feel more done. This upcoming weekend is our non-baby shower, baby shower up in NJ and I'm really excited to see my family. Especially now that my sister has moved to Texas because it is freaking me out that she's not a manageable car ride away anymore. The hubs and I have plans every weekend from here until August and it seems like a lot, but we're trying to get as much done now and get out as much as possible before I get to be full term and potentially completely unable to handle the heat or have the energy to do anything.
The Hubs: I swear he's part machine, but an incredibly kind and patient machine. He is just cranking through house projects like there is no tomorrow. But at the same time he's incredibly attentive to how I'm feeling and if I need help with anything around the house. We spent Father's Day organizing Chalupa Batman's closet and the hubs folded every single piece of the seven loads of baby clothes we have and put each and every one of them away. I had initially hung up the 0-3 month clothes, but we decided that the onesies needed to be folded instead. I was busy doing the world's worst closet purge and cleaning out the seasonal decor items stored in the nursery closet. And the hubs just folded clothes. And laughed about outfits. And made comments like, "well he needs a different shirt to go with these pants." It might not seem like much, but those moments where we're working together in the nursery have been some of my favorite moments of this pregnancy. We're a team, we're partners, and we're in this together.
Friday, June 12, 2015
When the hubs and I bought our home in June 2011 we never really decorated the second guest room. We both hoped it would one day be a nursery, but we never called it the future nursery. We threw a purplish-gray paint on the walls from Sherwin Williams and called it a day. The room really became a hodgepodge of random items and my overflow of clothes quickly spread to the room's two closets. A big part of getting the nursery ready meant cleaning the room out and re-homing most of its stuff.
When we found out that we were expecting in December 2014 the very first thing I started to think of was what to do with the nursery. Initially, we had no desire to find out the sex of our little Chalupa Batman, but after two months of not knowing we were ready to know. Since we started out thinking of not knowing we leaned towards a gender neutral nursery. The purple-gray paint color on the nursery's walls is my favorite paint color in the house and I really didn't want to repaint the room. Even before we found out that Chalupa Batman was a boy the hubs was adamant that we didn't have to repaint because "what's wrong with a boy having a purple room?"
Have I mentioned lately that I love that man?
That's when we settled on a black, white, gray color scheme. The wall color would compliment the color scheme nicely and once we found out Chalupa Batman's sex we would add in an additional accent color. Full disclosure, there would most likely be a bit more purple in the room if we were having a girl. However, as soon as we found out we were having a boy the hubs immediately thought a few orange touches would be perfect in the nursery.
Also need to point out that the hubs is incredibly involved in the design and implementation of the nursery. Although he has to keep me in check from time to time with practical logic because I may or may not have tried to buy an orange play teepee to put in the nursery. The hubs was kind enough to point out that Chalupa Batman didn't need a play teepee yet and we could hold off on that item. Same with the small reading chair. Okay fine and a lot of other things.
The room is going to be the combination of our favorite tastes: modern and rustic. Lots of cool gray tones to bring a bit of modern updates to the room. My favorite black and white tuxedo lamp will be over by the gray glider. But then we're incorporating more rustic and natural elements where we can. The hubs is almost finished with the shelves above the dresser and they're gray stained pine shelves with cast iron piping.
However, the most important touches in the nursery (besides Chalupa Batman!) are the handcrafted family heirlooms. My late grandfather used to make wooden toys and trains and I asked my dad if I could have a train to put in the nursery. The train engine is already up on a shelf and my dad is putting together an assortment of train cars and trucks for me. I can't really sum up my feelings on how happy I am that pieces of my grandfather will be in the nursery. In addition, my dad is making Chalupa Batman a wooden rocking horse. It won't be ready in time for August because that type of wood working project is a "winter activity" for my dad, but I'll be thrilled when Chalupa is finally old enough to play with it. My dad made my nephew a rocking horse and I'm excited that Chalupa will be able to share that with my nephew. I'm going to pay my nephew a finder's fee if he can track down my old Lincoln Logs while he's up at my parents house for a few more weeks.
I know when we first started thinking through the nursery I told the hubs we needed a "theme." He objected to an actual theme, although for a week I was totally running with a "Where the Wild Things Are Theme" because it's one of our favorite childhood books. We settled on a color scheme and that's theme enough for us. Putting together an inspiration board was really helpful because there just seems to be an overwhelming number of options out there for baby stuff. Like I might have run around like a crazed kid in a candy store the first time we went into a baby store. I needed a picture of the room in my head that was finite in order to focus my attention and harness my crazy energy. :)
Wednesday, June 3, 2015
What better way to celebrate National Running Day by sharing a race recap for a race I didn't run! Okay, I could wax on poetically about what running means to me and how important it is for my sanity, but this year while running has still be extremely important to me my greatest joys have been watching the hubs tackle his newest addiction.
Yes, I've helped create an addict - a running addict.
Sure enough, I got pregnant and the hubs became addicted to running. The love/hate affair began last summer when he casually mentioned he'd like to run a half marathon and now he's at the point where he's trying to run a race a month. It's fantastic! He's not overly competitive with his times, but rather signing up for a 10k here and there "keeps him honest."
His May race was a bit different and he "ran" Warrior Dash with his brother and a friend. They guys stayed together the entire time, which meant walking up any part of the course that included an incline because my brother-in-law is not a fan of running and especially not a fan of running up hills.
Overall they had a really fun experience, but if you wanted to actually "run" this race you'd be sorely disappointed. It took them almost two hours to complete the 5k distance because there were such long lines at each of the obstacles. They were in the 11:30am wave and from what I heard the wait times got even longer as the day progressed. We had a friend run in the 9:30am wave and it took him 50 minutes to complete the course, so if you wanted to run more and wait less I'd highly recommend signing up for one of the earliest waves available.
The hubs was also annoyed by the number of selfie-sticks and group photos out on the course. He got the feeling that so many of the participants were "running for Facebook photos" and that caused even more backups along the way. I say that with a massive grain of salt because it is a struggle to get the hubs to stop for a photo even pre- or post-race! The man is just not a fan of being in photos.
The way this particular course was laid out wasn't very spectator friendly. While the dudes ran, us ladies were able to see the start of the race and then the last 3 obstacles. We sat around for 90 minutes and had no idea where the guys were or even what anyone else was doing because the course was closed to spectators. That was a tad bit annoying because I would have liked to have seen more of the course.
The post race beer line moved quickly and the rinse off shower line wasn't terrible. I'm happy the guys were able to rinse off at least before making their way back to our car! We brought chairs, a cooler filled with beer, and snacks to tailgate afterwards and so many people walked by our tailgate and proclaimed, "why didn't we do this?!?!?" Definitely tailgate, but just make sure you have a designated driver.
Also, bring sunscreen!
Any other obstacle racers out there? What has been your take on these things? I've yet to do one, but I'm thinking a post-baby fun run sounds like a good time.
Thursday, May 28, 2015
I had every intention of posting an update at 26 weeks to keep these evenly spaced every four weeks. Then the hubs got sick for a week with a cold. There were a brief few days where he felt better and I hadn't yet gotten sick. Then, I got sick with a slightly different cold and it's been over a week and I'm still not feeling 100% better yet. However, the hubs is going out of town and well I needed a "bump" picture before I crossed over the 28 week threshold. So here we go at 27 weeks and 6 days.
Yes, I kid you not, that's the level of detail in which prenatal doctors track your pregnancy. I think they start throwing hours around when you get over 40 weeks :)
Baby's Size: Nearly 2lbs and the size of a head of cauliflower. The kid has nearly doubled in size over the past five weeks and I pretty much feel the same way.
I'm Feeling: Mixed emotions going on here. I had been feeling pretty good about myself and I guess I convinced myself that I was "all belly." Well, an individual remarked to me, "I'm surprised by how much weight you've put on" and it crushed me. Look, I've got weight insecurities like everyone else and those are certainly magnified now that people generally greet me with an enthusiastic, "look how big you've gotten!"
Other than the negative emotions, I've really been trying to be as positive as possible. Sure, it's definitely tougher on the days when it's 90 degrees and I feel gross as soon as I step outside, but all I need is a Chalupa Batman dance party in my abs and I'm good to go. If I could get offered a seat on a standing room only train I'd take it, but so far that hasn't happened.
Physically: Major change, but my belly button "popped" at 25 weeks. Unfortunately, it's not like a turkey popper because I've got quite a bit more cooking to do on this kid. I feel like I almost need two recaps: how I was feeling before getting sick and then after! I'm still able to move around pretty well, but going up and down stairs frequently takes more out of me than I would like. I try to walk up and down the steps in our house for 10 straight minutes a night and I'm huffing and puffing a lot more these days. I haven't ran in 10 days and I'm itching to get back out for a few miles. I received the all-clear this week from my doctor to continue running for another month and I want to take advantage of that while I still can. Granted, my runs are in the 10:30 minute mile pace at the moment and anything over than three miles has to include both a walking break and a pee stop, but it's not terrible. Maybe I have one 10k left in me, but if it doesn't happen I'm at peace with it.
My Wardrobe: It's pretty much a rinse, later, repeat on a weekly basis. However, last month I found my unicorn maternity jeans. I love them. I wear them pretty much non-stop Fridays - Sundays. I still have a few non-maternity tops that fit, but I think they're only going to last for another week or so. I'm borrowing casual wear tshirts from the hubs for lounging around the house. Thankfully, my heels still fit!
I'm Sleeping: Much better. I've got this whole "pillow between the legs" thing down pat. The hubs has even stopped stealing my extra pillows. I surprisingly still don't have to get up all that often during the middle of the night to head over to the restroom. Naps are also my new best friend on the weekends. Love me some afternoon nap time. Jax and Jewels are a fan of nap cuddles as well. Jax likes to think of my growing belly as a cushy pillow for his head.
Food Aversions & Cravings: I don't remember exactly when it went away, but I can't even think of the last time I needed a Tums to cure some nasty heartburn. It seemed that the first trimester nausea was quickly replaced by heartburn, but now I can safely leave the house without my safety bottle of Tums. I've been trying to eat more fruit lately as an afternoon snack and watermelon and cantaloupe have been on heavy rotation in our house. However, I miss tuna. Seriously, every week when we're at the grocery store I'll longingly stare at the fresh fish display and gaze upon the tuna.
What I'm excited for this next month: Really working on the nursery. The dresser/changing table is assembled and I'm starting to wash and organize some of the clothes we've received from a dear friend. She has two boys under the age of 4 and has stocked us up on cute boy clothes! I'm heading up to NY to visit my family and then at the end of the month my aunt is throwing the hubs, Chalupa Batman, and me a non-baby shower, baby shower. It's going to be co-ed and held at a minor league baseball stadium. EXCITED doesn't even begin to sum up how I'm feeling about that party. I know a lot of moms-to-be are heavily involved in their shower plans and details whereas I'm about as hands off as possible. So when my aunt told me that the party was co-ed and at a ballpark I was jumping up and down with glee. My excitement must have spilled over because the hubs immediately told his brother and now his brother is trying to figure out if he can make the trip up to NJ to go with us. To sum up: a mid-30s year old man wants to attend a baby shower because it sounds that awesome.
The Hubs: He's amazing. He's got these intense to-do lists and he's checking things off with gusto. I didn't like any pre-made shelves that we found in stores for the nursery. So he built shelves. He's never stained wood before, but I wanted to stain the shelves rather than paint them so he did it. He wasn't about to let me stain them due to the odor and he didn't even complain. Sure, he's still trying to win me over and have us name our kid Stetson, but other than that he's been awesome. He's not the most touchy/feeling guy and I think he was actually a bit disappointed for a few weeks when he couldn't feel Chalupa Batman's kicks. He woke me up one night when he first felt Chalupa Batman kicking and it was adorable. He even adjusted the thermostat when the weather heated up and I was a bit warmer than I would have liked. That's LOVE!
Friday, April 24, 2015
Photo Credit: Fashion Revolution
Wow, Earth Day and Fashion Revolution in the same week! Awesome.
Unfortunately, the date of Fashion Revolution is the anniversary of the Rana Plaza factory collapse that occurred in Bangladesh on April 24, 2013. To sum up in case you missed it, 1133 people died when a garment factory collapsed. Structural cracks has been found in the building the previous day and a bank and a few shops on the first floor closed immediately due to safety concerns. However, the garment workers were forced to go to work, some where even threatened to lose a month's pay if they didn't, and the 8 story building collapsed during the morning rush.
It took over 6 months for some fast fashion clothing brands to even admit that they had clothes made in the factory. Primark offered the families of its deceased workers $200 if they were able to provide a DNA sample proving their loved ones death. Primark didn't provide any DNA sample kits, thankfully the United States stepped in to provide DNA kits.
Is your blood boiling yet? A building was deemed unsafe, yet workers were forced to go in because people half way around the world needed $10 tshirts. Companies tried to hide that they even worked there and then when they couldn't they offered victims a measly $200.
Would that happen in America?
Should it have happened in the first place?
No affiliate links today, no lists of "buy this," just a call for everyone to think about what you're purchasing dollars mean. Did your clothing purchase put someone's life in danger? Did a child make your sneakers? Is a young mother able to support her family while making your clothes? Can a dad pay for his kid's school supplies while making accessories?
Worker safety is one of the biggest reasons I only buy American made clothes. I'd love to be able to support others around the world, but unfortunately there are so few companies that provide the transparency to feel secure knowing that my dollars were spent safely. Don't get me wrong, companies are listening and we've now got places like Everlane and Zady that provide radical transparency and work to ensure that their foreign workers are safe and being treated fairly. They produce items both domestically and internationally and tell you exactly where each piece is produced. And I support that! I've yet to buy an imported item from those companies, but I plan to in the future because I want to support the mission that they are doing.
I believe in hustling. I believe in putting yourself out there. If you've got an idea, then go for it. Put yourself at risk. That I totally support.
I don't support treating workers like subhuman people and taking advantage of cheap labor. Human lives are not cheap, no matter what the person looks like, what body parts they have, what they believe in, and where they live.
Get involved. Look at your tags today and ask the brand "Who Made My Clothes?" Visit Fashion Revolution for more information on how you can get involved. #WhoMadeMyClothes