Okay but truly… at this point I’m doing everything in my power — dancing, hydrating, negotiating with my uterus like it’s a hostage situation — and the universe is still like, “sweet girl… she’ll come when she comes.” Pregnancy is such a wild mix of control-the-controllables (rest, snacks, naps that turn into full REM cycles) and surrendering with love to the timing you cannot boss around. So here I am: dancing it out, laughing at the chaos, trusting her little soul is choosing her perfect arrival. Until then… we vibe, we wiggle, we wait. 💛✨

Every time I’ve added a new little heartbeat to our family, it’s felt like standing in the doorway between two versions of my life — the one I’ve known, and the one I’m about to grow into. These weeks feel exactly like that. We’re tired, we’re excited, we’re trying to squeeze in every last bit of “normal” before everything shifts again. The rhythm we finally figured out is about to change… but somehow it feels like change we’re ready for. Change we’ve earned. Change that will stretch us in the best way possible. There’s something really tender about watching your family as it is right now — knowing it’s the last time it will ever look exactly like this — and also knowing it’s about to become even richer, louder, sweeter, and more us. So here’s to the in-between. To the last little weeks of four. To making room for five. And to trusting that love knows exactly how to expand.

It’s wild how life sneaks up on you in the sweetest ways. One minute you’re standing in a spot that feels big because you’re imagining a future… and then one day you come back to that same spot living the thing you once only hoped for. These photos feel like a quiet full-circle moment. Six years ago it was just the two of us, dizzy in love and dreaming about “one day.” Yesterday, we stood in the same place with our little crew — two babies on our hips, one more kicking from the inside, and a life that somehow grew right alongside us. It’s funny… back then I thought I knew how good it could get. But the truth? I had no idea. Some dreams show up loud — big moves, big milestones. But some dreams show up slowly, in the tiny choices you make with the person who feels like home. The late-night talks, the “we’ll figure it out,” the ordinary Tuesdays, the sacred chaos of raising babies together… it all stacks. It all builds. And suddenly you look around and realize: We didn’t just get the life we wished for. We built it. So here’s to the versions of us who dreamed of this season, who held hope even when things felt messy, and who kept showing up for the life we wanted — even before it existed. Wish list → real life. Plot twist: it was us all along. 🤍

Apparently your FYP decided we’re best friends now… and honestly? She has excellent taste. So hi — I’m Lex. And if you landed here, there’s probably a reason. Maybe you’re in your healing-era-but-still-a-hot-mess era. Maybe you’re a mom trying to hold it together while also remembering who you are. Maybe you’re unlearning the pressure to have it all figured out and relearning how to breathe, laugh, and take things one imperfect day at a time. Either way… welcome. This little corner of the internet is where we talk about the messy middle, the real-life growth spurts, the tiny habits that shift everything, and the kind of self-compassion that actually sticks. If you’re looking for daily pep talks, reflective moments, cozy chaos, healing energy, and a bestie who roots for your next chapter like it’s her full-time job… you’re home. Settle in, stay a while — I’m really glad you’re here. 🤍

Sometimes we just need someone to remind us. Not of what we do — but of who we are. Because it’s so easy to forget. To forget the softness that still lives beneath the schedule. To forget the brilliance that’s been buried under “busy.” To forget that we matter… outside of what we manage, create, or accomplish. For so many of us, especially as mothers, it becomes second nature to nurture everyone else first. We measure the day by what we’ve done for others — and mistake exhaustion for evidence of love. But somewhere in that pattern, we slowly disappear. And it’s not because we stopped caring — it’s because we started believing our worth was tied to how well we hold everything together. So, this one is for the woman who’s remembering: You are kind — even when your patience runs thin. You are smart — even when your mind is tired. You are important — even when you haven’t crossed a single thing off the list. You are not behind. You are becoming. And sometimes, “becoming” looks like catching your breath, sitting in the quiet, or hearing an old movie line that lands in your chest and reminds you of everything you’ve forgotten. You don’t need to do more to be more. You just need to remember who you’ve been all along. 🤍 #thehelp #momlife #messymagic #fyp

Somewhere along the way, motherhood became synonymous with sacrifice. With pushing our own joy to the side so our children could experience theirs. But the truth is — they don’t just learn from what we say, they learn from what we model. When they see you laugh from your belly. When they see you rest without guilt. When they see you dance in the kitchen, savor your coffee, or say “I need a minute” with love instead of shame — they learn what a full, human life looks like. So this one’s for the moms learning to enjoy motherhood as much as their kids enjoy childhood. For the women choosing to rewrite what it looks like to raise children and raise themselves in the process. You don’t have to wait for “someday” to feel alive again. You get to feel it right here — in the messy, beautiful, ordinary moments of now. ✨ Here’s to breaking cycles with laughter. Here’s to savoring this version of you. And here’s to clapping for all the moms who are remembering that their joy matters, too. 💛 #momlife #momsoftiktok #messymagic #fyp

Maybe I landed on your FYP for the reflections I share, maybe it’s the fact that I’m 8 months pregnant doing the Macarena, or maybe it’s just divine algorithmic intervention 😌✨ Either way — hi, I’m Lex 💛 I’m here to be your internet bestie for the messy, the magical, and everything in between. This little corner of the internet is where we laugh, reflect, and remember that becoming her — the calm, confident, grounded version of you — doesn’t have to mean losing the fun. If you’re craving more joy, more meaning, more “oh my gosh, same” moments — you’re in the right place. Stick around for the mindful pep talks, the real-life motherhood moments, and the gentle reminders that you are already enough, right here, right now. So yes — maybe it’s the sick dance moves. But mostly, it’s the energy. ✨ #smallcreator #momlife #messymagic #fyp

This small creator journey trying to provide love light and value isn’t for the faint of heart. Calling my friends on here. Please please PLEASE go repost/engage with the post I’ve pinned to my timeline page. It would mean the world ❤️❤️

Hi, I’m Lex 💛 I’m just a woman in the messy magic middle of motherhood — rooted in gratitude, fueled by coffee, and learning to see beauty in the chaos. I show up here as your cheerleader, connection curator, and friend — the one reminding you that growth doesn’t have to be glamorous and healing doesn’t have to happen in silence. Around here, we talk about what it really means to return to yourself while raising families, communities, and the frequency of the content we consume. Because if the internet can be anything, it should be a place that helps us breathe easier, think deeper, and feel seen. So if you’re a woman in her becoming era — somewhere between “I’m fine” and “I’m figuring it out” — you belong here. We’ll talk about the moments that break us open, the gratitude that grounds us, and the small shifts that bring us back home to ourselves. Stick around for the pep talks, the reminders, the messy mornings, and the magic that hides in the middle of it all. ☕️✨ #fyp #introduceyourselfchallenge #momsoftiktok #womensupportingwomen

Sometimes the reminders we need most are the simplest ones — the ones that bring us back to center when life feels loud. The truth is, you are enough. Not because you checked everything off your list today, not because you showed up perfectly, but because you showed up at all. I’ve learned that so much of our peace comes from releasing the version of ourselves we think we “should” be and learning to embrace who we already are — messy bun, unwashed dishes, big dreams, and all. So let’s make this comment section a little corner of calm on the internet today — a place to share the quotes, mantras, affirmations, or quiet reminders that helped you remember your worth. You never know who else needs to hear the words that grounded you. 🩵 You’re doing better than you think. 🪞 You are allowed to rest without earning it. 🌿 You are worthy, even when you’re still becoming. Now your turn — drop the quote that reminded you you’re enough today ↓ #fyp #messymagic #youredoinggreat

POV: you retire as the resident people-pleaser. 🪩 And suddenly… everyone’s a little confused. Because the version of you that always said “it’s fine,” “whatever works,” and “I don’t mind” has started saying, “actually, that doesn’t work for me.” It’s funny — people-pleasing gets dressed up as kindness, but most of us learned it as protection. It was the invisible glue that kept everyone around us comfortable. The way we avoided conflict, disappointment, or rejection. We learned to read the room before we even walked into it. To anticipate needs before they were spoken. To smooth over tension with a smile — even if it meant quietly abandoning ourselves in the process. So when you finally start choosing your own peace — it shifts the dynamics. People might call you distant. They might think you’re changing. And honestly? You are. But not in the way they think. You’re not becoming someone new. You’re returning to the person you were before you learned that your worth was tied to being easy, agreeable, and endlessly accommodating. And yes — at first, peace can feel weird. It doesn’t feel like calm beaches and soft music; it feels like shaky boundaries, uncomfortable silence, and saying “no” when you used to say “sure.” But over time, it starts to click. You realize that when you stop living to make everyone else comfortable, you finally have room to breathe again. Room to hear your own voice. Room to trust your own yes and no. And somewhere in that process, you stop needing everyone to understand you — because you finally understand yourself. If you’re in that season right now — the one where you’re reintroducing yourself to you — I’m proud of you. You’re not selfish. You’re not cold. You’re just finally at peace. 🤍 #recoveringpeoplepleaser #peoplepleaser #messymagic #fyp

Every year, we show up to the table and do (and eat) the things we should. We say thank you, pass the gravy, and politely nibble on that dry turkey breast that tastes like dust and obligation — because that’s what a “good guest” does, right? But what if we gave ourselves permission to stop pretending we like the things we don’t? The turkey. The performative small talk. The constant pressure to show up a certain way just to keep the peace. It’s not about being ungrateful — it’s about being honest. And I don’t know about you, but I think a little honesty (and maybe a second helping of mashed potatoes) would make the holidays feel a lot more nourishing. So tell me your Thanksgiving confession — what’s the thing you should love but just… don’t? 👀 #thanksgivingdinner #thanksgiving #confessions #fyp

Not sponsored, just obsessed. I’ve said it before, and I’ll say it again — I only share products I genuinely love and use in my real, messy, everyday life… and Ka’Chava has been one of those staples for years. I first started drinking it postpartum with my son — when the thought of blending 30+ ingredients for my “superfood smoothie” every morning felt impossible. My OBGYN (who also happens to be a dear friend) told me, “Just try Ka’Chava — it’s everything you’re already using in two scoops.” And she was right. Ka’Chava is packed with over 85 superfoods and nutrients — plant-based protein, probiotics, adaptogens, antioxidants, omega-3s, greens, and fiber — everything your mind, body, and spirit need to stay nourished and grounded. It’s a whole wellness routine in a glass. Whether you’re a busy mom trying to stay fueled, or simply someone craving an easier way to care for yourself — this is one of those little upgrades that makes a big difference. We’ve been a Ka’Chava household for over three years now, and I can’t imagine not having it stocked in our pantry. Get yours in my ShopMy 🔗 in bio 🥳 💛 Tagging @Ka'Chava — because if this ever turned into an official partnership, my blender and I would be thrilled. #kachava #momlife #messymagic

Yes — our home is full of jokes around my current condition and the fact that after my first pregnancy I was pretty sure I wouldn’t do that again… or AGAIN again 😂 But in all seriousness it’s so fun to be constantly learning and growing with my best friend, to make jokes frequently, to be figuring this whole “life in our 30’s” thing out… We work on this every day, but I also got pretty lucky with this good egg 🥚🥰 #momlife #marriagehumor

No one tells you that healing your inner child changes how you mother your children. Because when you start tending to the little girl inside you — the one who felt unseen, unheard, or too much — you stop parenting from your pain and start parenting from presence. You begin to pause before reacting. You offer compassion where you once offered control. You find yourself whispering the words you needed to hear at their age — and realizing you’re finally saying them to you, too. Healing your inner child doesn’t mean you become a “perfect mom.” It means you become a conscious one. You start noticing the triggers, the patterns, the echoes of your own unmet needs — and instead of passing them on, you meet them with love. That’s the quiet legacy healing creates. Your kids get a version of you who’s softer, more grounded, more whole — and you get to experience motherhood not as constant repair, but as connection. So if this work feels heavy or slow, please know: You’re not just changing your story. You’re rewriting the one they’ll inherit. 🤍 #momlife #messymagic #peptalk #innerchild

Maturing is realizing peace is something you protect, not something you earn. For so long, I thought peace was a reward — something you achieved after everything was finally figured out. After the to-do list was done. After everyone else was happy. After I became “enough.” But peace isn’t a finish line. It’s a boundary. It’s a choice. It’s the quiet “no” when something doesn’t align — even if no one else understands. There’s a kind of power that comes with realizing your peace doesn’t need to be justified. That you don’t have to explain your calm. That you can stop chasing what you can choose instead. Because real maturity isn’t about doing more, fixing more, or proving more — It’s about learning what deserves your energy, and what doesn’t. Protecting your peace might look like turning down plans. Like stepping away from conversations that drain you. Like releasing relationships built on obligation instead of reciprocity. It might even look like stillness — and that’s okay. Because peace isn’t passive. It’s intentional. It’s sacred. And it’s yours to keep. 🤍 #momlife #messymagic #peptalk

Not to be dramatic but… I think we were conditioned to believe exhaustion is love. Somewhere along the way, we learned that the harder we push, the more we prove we care. That being tired meant we were doing enough. That running on empty was somehow noble — even beautiful. But love was never meant to cost us ourselves. Real love doesn’t demand depletion. It doesn’t require you to ignore your body’s cues, your mind’s limits, or your spirit’s whispers. It’s not found in overextension — it’s found in presence. We inherited a version of love that glorified self-sacrifice and called it strength. But what if strength actually looks like rest? Like asking for help? Like setting boundaries that make space for your joy to breathe again? The truth is, love rooted in exhaustion isn’t sustainable — it’s survival. And you were never meant to survive your own life. You were meant to live it. To move through your days from overflow, not obligation. To give from a place of fullness, not fatigue. So if you’re tired, this is your reminder: Your exhaustion isn’t proof of your love — it’s a signal that it’s time to receive it, too. 🤍 #messymagic #momlife #peptalk #dramatic

This one’s for the moms who are trying to enjoy motherhood as much as their kids enjoy childhood. ✨ The ones learning that joy doesn’t have to be reserved for everyone else in the room. That their laughter matters too. That they’re allowed to slow down — even if the dishes aren’t done, the inbox isn’t empty, and someone’s always asking for something. Because somewhere along the way, we started believing that “being a good mom” meant being the last one on our own list. We traded our rest for routines, our play for productivity, our peace for perfection. And we forgot that our energy sets the tone for the whole house. When you clean AND fill your cup, your kids see what self-respect looks like. When you laugh, they learn that life isn’t meant to be endured — it’s meant to be enjoyed. When you take a breath before reacting, they learn emotional regulation just by watching you breathe. So maybe today, it’s less about checking off the to-do list and more about checking back in with yourself. What would it look like to choose presence over pressure — even for five minutes? To find tiny pockets of joy with them, instead of performing perfection for them? Because motherhood was never meant to erase you. It was meant to evolve you. Here’s to the moms who are trying to enjoy this chapter, not just survive it — who are learning that their joy is part of the legacy they’re building. 💛 #momlife #messymagic #peptalk