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A flaky, buttery croissant, a pile of your questions, and a reveal that made our whole table cheer—this conversation dives straight into the tender, complicated heart of choosing motherhood. I share how a quiet, steady intuition coexisted with an unplanned pregnancy, why I refused to have a baby with anything less than a hell yes partner, and how my childhood shaped the standards I set for time, care, and shared emotional labor. If you’ve ever wondered how to tell readiness from pressure, or how to separate your truth from everyone else’s expectations, this one will meet you where you are.

We explore the messy, human side of pregnancy emotions too. Three waves of unexpected sadness—over an empty butter shelf, a baby panda’s odds, and a guest list—taught me how hormones can hijack a day and how naming the feeling can set you free. I talk openly about the peace that surprised me when the test turned late this time, and how Cree’s steady presence made the responsibility feel shared, real, and safe. We also linger on small joys I can’t wait for in year one: warm snuggles, the sweet scent of a tiny head, and the quiet healing of skin-to-skin.

Then there’s the dream we want to pass on—fields, woods, moss huts, and a childhood rich in wonder. I want our home to be a place where nature teaches patience, curiosity, and care. And yes, we end with a croissant gender reveal: vanilla cream, one bite, and a bright, happy truth. Boy mom. Little cornetto on the way. Whether you love reveals or roll your eyes at them, you’ll hear the gratitude in my voice and the care behind every choice we’re making. If this story moved you, hit follow, share it with a friend, and leave a quick review—your words help others find our little corner of joy.

Here is where you get in touch. Work with me, share your experience or requests > this is how to reach me. Love, - Sara

What if the most grounded version of you appears when the labels fall away? Sitting at Maria’s kitchen table—with baby clothes nearby and a cardamom bun between us—we explore how a founder, student, teacher, and mother allowed roles to loosen so something deeper could surface: steady presence in the middle of a sleep regression and a life pause.

Maria takes us back to Bolivia, where a near-death fall dissolved time and lit up a fierce love for living. The ledge that caught her body reoriented her soul. Recovery brought surgeries, trauma, and sleepless nights, but also a lifelong devotion to sleep science and nervous system regulation. We break down how rest is invited, not forced: why alpha to delta shifts matter, how the glymphatic system “washes” the brain, and why a vigilant amygdala and shaky hormones make everything feel harder. Then we get practical—micro habits that anchor under stress, a single grounding visualization, and the small daily rituals that become traits.

We also challenge the glow of the screen. Blue light is only part of the problem; your phone smuggles your whole world into bed. Learn how evening swipes steal tomorrow’s energy and why those first five minutes after waking are prime time to train your attention, not outsource it. Ten minutes of Yoga Nidra can refuel fragmented nights. And beyond the biohacking, we widen the lens: a “mass insomnia of the soul” where we skip wintering and wonder why dreams fracture. Especially for women, seasonality matters; integration is not idleness—it’s wisdom. Sometimes the bravest creative act is to stop, let the nervous system downshift, and allow the next chapter to ripen.

If you’re tired, in-between, or quietly rebuilding, this conversation offers science, story, and soft structure to support you. Subscribe, share with a friend who needs rest without guilt, and leave a review telling us one small ritual you’ll try tonight.

Here is where you get in touch. Work with me, share your experience or requests > this is how to reach me. Love, - Sara

Cinnamon in the air, glitter on the table, and a pumpkin-sized secret I’ve been waiting to share—this one feels like opening the door to a warm room after a long walk in cold wind. I’m owning the late return with an apology you can taste: chai-spiced cream on moist pumpkin muffins, plus a new home for our recipes and conversations at saltybakeclub.com. From there, the story widens—two yoga teacher trainings that refueled my faith in community, the magic of groups that don’t match the weather, and the surprising power of pop to switch joy back on when life feels heavy.

I talk about what it means to love what you love loudly without falling into “good vibes only” denial. Joy, here, is a practice: glitter hunts across nine shops, singing in the car, and giving yourself permission to be a little witchy in October. Then we shift into the reveal I’m still processing out loud: I’ve been baking more than muffins. I’m 23 weeks pregnant, the baby is roughly the size of a small pumpkin, and I’m carried by a support net that makes courage easier—my partner, Cree, our midwife, and this community that keeps showing up with curiosity and care. We explore what will change, what won’t, and how to keep teaching, baking, and creating without dimming the light.

There’s also a peek at what’s coming: a favorite interview already recorded, a solo episode shaped by your questions, and the first recipe going live on the new site. If you’ve ever felt torn between honoring the world’s weight and celebrating your own small happiness, this conversation offers a practical middle path—cinnamon, self-acceptance, and a little sparkle that refuses to apologize. If this resonates, follow the show, share it with a friend who needs warmth, and leave a review to help others find our cozy corner. Tell me what you want to know next so we can craft the next episode together.