Andrea
Andrea is a SAHM and Project Manager for Indianapolis Moms. She lives in Noblesville with her husband Dan and their two kids, Jonathan and Sarah. They are involved at Congregation Beth-El Zedeck. You can usually see her with a cup of coffee in her hand and a smile on her face. Unless she doesn’t have said coffee. Then she is frowning and running towards her Keurig. Andrea is thrilled to be involved with IM as she goes through motherhood! She loves being able to bond with other parents. Other interests include reading, wine tasting, and working out on her spin bike to stay sane.
The Dreaded Drop-Off: Separation Anxiety is the Worst
A few months ago, I was reading a Facebook post in the Carmel moms group. The mom wrote the post asking for advice because her child was having extreme separation anxiety during daycare drop-off....
To Track or Not to Track: Why I Deleted My Fertility Tracker
When my husband and I were discussing when to try for baby number two again, I promised I wouldn’t put too much pressure on it. My mentality was going to be if it happened,...
My Jewish Identity as a Mother: Striking a Balance Between Interfaith Families
If you had told the 13-year-old me that one day I was going to convert to Judaism and raise my child Jewish, I wouldn't have believed you. I grew up in a small town...
My Short Stint as a Work From Home Mom
For five days, I am dipping my toe in the “work from home mom” life. I will attempt to work from home and entertain my 18 month old son because daycare is closed for...
Defining Parenthood (in the 2nd Year)
I recently wrote about what I learned in my first year of parenthood. After having it published, I kept thinking of more things I could have included. Our first year with our son was...
One Day I Was Pregnant, and the Next I Wasn’t: My Miscarriage
I want to add my voice to those that have talked openly about miscarriage. By sharing my story, I hope to help others who have suffered a loss, in any stage of pregnancy. Writing...
Year One of Parenting: Lessons Learned
The other morning, I was drinking coffee and watching my 15 month-old son play while babbling to himself. It was one of those sweet moments where he wasn’t screaming for our TV remote and...