Jennifer Bruno

Jennifer Bruno is a credentialed trainer by day and a freelance writer and aspiring photographer by night. Raised in rural Kansas, Jen moved to sunny Florida after college where she met her husband, who married her despite hearing her sing Dixie Chicks karaoke. Shortly after saying “I do”, they moved to New York City to fulfill their dream of living amongst the bright lights and skyscrapers. They currently share their cramped apartment with two modelesque miniature dachshunds named Millie and Mona. Jen is a recovering infertile, currently pregnant after two losses, and is slowly getting used to the idea that she may, in fact, meet her son someday soon. Jen chronicles her war with infertility and her love affair with pregnancy on her personal blog JenHasAPen.com. She is obsessed with New York City, date nights with her DVR, and eating Mexican food. Jen is an eternal optimist guilty of habitual TMI, and believes in the healing powers of sweatpants, colorful Sharpies, and Wilson Phillips.

Jennifer Bruno is a credentialed trainer by day and a freelance writer and aspiring photographer by night. Raised in rural Kansas, Jen moved to sunny Florida after college where she met her husband, who married her despite hearing her sing Dixie Chicks karaoke. Shortly after saying “I do”, they moved to New York City to fulfill their dream of living amongst the bright lights and skyscrapers. They currently share their cramped apartment with two modelesque miniature dachshunds named Millie and Mona. Jen is a recovering infertile, currently pregnant after two losses, and is slowly getting used to the idea that she may, in fact, meet her son someday soon. Jen chronicles her war with infertility and her love affair with pregnancy on her personal blog JenHasAPen.com. She is obsessed with New York City, date nights with her DVR, and eating Mexican food. Jen is an eternal optimist guilty of habitual TMI, and believes in the healing powers of sweatpants, colorful Sharpies, and Wilson Phillips.

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I endured the first trimester of my pregnancy in the summer. Aside from the heat magnifying my morning sickness, I was spared the possible misery of enduring summer in late pregnancy. The thought of my swollen, sweaty third trimester body enduring the summer made me wanna move to the North or South Pole - whichever would have been colder. ...

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You are about to have a baby.

Moment of silence for your awesomeness.

You are about to bring a new person into the world!

And that means... you are about to get a bunch of visitors.

Does that excite or terrify you?

I teetered between both emotions to be honest.

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A crowded, co-slept slumber jolted to a halt as the whimpers of hunger suspended dreams of my fictitious bikini body sipping something colorful on a powdered, Bahamian beach.

Groggily lifting my “babies” from my bed, I waddled down the hall to fetch their breakfast. My pregnant belly no longer allowed for bending, so instead I ...

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I'm a feminist. Hail to equality! I’m no more and no less special than anyone else. Except for when I was pregnant. And then? I was special. And... For the love of all things sacred... ...

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Oh July. You are a sweaty beast. Sure you’ve got fireworks and pool time and neighborhood barbecues, but for a pregnant woman those things don’t make up for the heat. At all. When I was pregnant, I slept in a pool of my own sweat for nearly nine months (thankfully we had several sets of sheets). The last thing I wanted after a sweaty, ...

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Long before I ever thought about having a baby, my annual gynecological exams were performed by one of the kindest and most popular OBGYNs in the Florida Panhandle. When you entered his office, there was a fork in the lobby. One door for regular gynecology patients. The other for obstetrics. All my appointments took place on the gynecology ...

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I'd anticipated the moments of bringing our new baby home from the hospital for as long as I could remember. We were prepared and absent of nearly all the anxiety I'd expected. We began our new life with ease. Surprisingly, the week following my c-section was pretty painless, and I found myself nearly erupting with all the energy that had gone ...

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All I wanted was a tuna melt. It was my first discernable pregnancy craving, and I'd have danced with barbed wire to get it. I got it to go and went back to my apartment for what I was certain was going to be the meal of my dreams. But... Before I'd taken the first bite, I felt a large gush of fluid in my underwear. At nearly six weeks ...

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For me, optional prenatal testing was a no brainer. At 14 weeks pregnant I sat in a chair at my OB’s office, avoiding eye contact with a needle and gripping the bottle shaped stress ball while my chatty nurse drew several blood samples from my arm to perform the triple screen test. Taping a cotton ball over the injection site, she sent me ...

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My eyes opened, dutifully obeying the stirs of the newborn who'd recently moved in to the white wicker bassinet at my bedside.   I reached for my cell phone. 3:06 a.m. Unreal. He'd last eaten at 2:02.  His meal lasted about… ...

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