Leah Ornstein | Fit Pregnancy

Leah Ornstein

Leah Ornstein is a freelance writer who recently relocated from her hometown of Los Angeles, California to the Midwest. Aside from writing and being a full-time mom to an active and incredibly adorable baby boy, she enjoys cooking, breaking a sweat at the gym or outdoors, scouring fashion magazines, lounging on exotic beaches and playing around with cameras.

Spending several months fretting about how I was going to raise a child in Los Angeles on my own, I made the rash decision to move to Charlottesville, Virginia. I had never even visited, but had a few friends who lived there, and it sounded like the perfect place for my small family of two. Plus, I ...

The bigger I got, the more emotionally challenging pregnancy became for me. I always pictured having a partner beside me every night in bed, ears and hands glued to my burgeoning belly, reassuring me that I looked beautiful while fetching me peanut butter and jelly sandwiches in the middle of the ...

For several months I avoided telling the world I was pregnant, but after gaining about thirty pounds in the first trimester, people who knew me were starting to do double takes.But what was the right way to tell people that I was following in January Jones and Scary Spice’s footsteps and carrying ...

After the tumultuous week following the double lined EPT test, I fell into a serious pre-partum depression funk that I wouldn’t be able to kick for months. It was more like a double depression, actually, as I was not only tormented by my single and pregnant status and the Jason aftermath but also ...

I wanted to be mother, don’t get me wrong. I was getting to that point in life where it becomes clear that things didn’t go as planned. I had a (somewhat) great career as the Features Editor of a popular entertainment website in Los Angeles, fabulously hip and fancy friends, a handful of Loubout...

The night that I learned I was pregnant, I didn’t sleep at all and the next morning I started stalking my doctor as soon as the sun was up.Hours later, I was sitting in a sterile office filled with women with burgeoning bellies and the men who loved them, pamphlets on cord blood banking and baby b...