Brittany L. Bergman

Savoring motherhood, building marriage, and living simply

Armchair Chats // A Tiny Act of Love

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I’m fairly no-nonsense when it comes to Selah’s bedtime. I’ll admit that our routine is a little longer than I’d like, made even longer by typical toddler stalling techniques, but I do what I can to keep it from going too far overboard. Once she’s in her crib (I cringe to think about switching her to a toddler bed soon), I tuck the watercolor rose muslin blanket around her little body—the same one I swaddled her in during our first morning together in the hospital. She kisses each of my hands and then I kiss hers. I plant a kiss… Read More

This Is 31 // A Birthday Q & A

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I had some pretty big thoughts about turning 29, and more big thoughts about turning 30. But turning 31? It just doesn’t feel that monumental. Since I didn’t have anything super profound to share, I thought it would be fun to crowd source a birthday post in the form of an old-school Q & A blog post. The format and questions don’t really have anything to do with my birthday (well, one question does), but I still think it’s fun. Here we go! What are 3 books that have changed your life? The New Jim Crow: Before I read this… Read More

Armchair Chats // Royal Wedding Edition

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I’m about to out myself as an obsessive fan of the royal family, and I’m only mildly embarrassed about it. When I was a kid, I made up these little fantasy stories that I was actually part of the royal family. As I got older, these morphed into love stories in which I married William or Harry and lived a difficult but satisfying life as a royal. At one point I even grilled my mom to make sure she wasn’t keeping secrets from me, considering my name literally means “from Britain.” She assured me that she read the name Brittany in… Read More

I Carried You

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I wrote this essay about six months ago, and a portion of it was shared on the Coffee + Crumbs social media accounts as a #ccfreewrite. Today I’m sharing the whole essay because that seems appropriate for the week after Mother’s Day. I carried you before I even knew you were there, back when you were just a poppy seed inside my rapidly growing womb. I didn’t believe the pregnancy test at first, convinced as I was that my turn was still many months away. I carried you to church on the day I thought I was losing you, choosing… Read More

The #1 Thing I Learned from My 3rd Round of Whole 30

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I’m currently doing my third Whole 30 (the other two were way back three years ago), and honestly, I was a little nervous about starting it. I knew I could handle the cooking—I had plenty of favorite recipes to choose from—and I certainly knew I could handle the discipline of following the rules. I’m a classic type-A personality, a true Upholder, and an Enneagram type 1. I am HERE for all the rules. But it was actually the rules that made my first two Whole 30 experiences so unhealthy. Back in the day, I was chasing hard after the perfect… Read More

Armchair Chats // I’d Love Your Opinion on Some Ch-Ch-Changes!

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I love writing these Armchair Chats—they are my way of virtually inviting you into my home, pouring you a cup of coffee, settling into the (very real) armchairs in my living room, and talking about what’s going on in our lives and what’s on our hearts. For the past few months, I’ve been toying around with the idea of moving these chats to a monthly email newsletter rather than housing them on the blog. Currently, the lovely people who are signed up to receive emails from me get each post delivered to their inboxes (so, about 2-3 a month). With… Read More

Why We Kept Selah’s Name a Secret

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I sat across from my husband, Dan, noisily adjusting my 20-weeks-pregnant body on the vinyl cushion of the booth as the waiter disappeared with our order. We always ordered the same thing at this restaurant: pulled pork nachos topped with housemade barbecue sauce, heaps of cheese, and plenty of fresh-sliced jalapenos. (I clearly was not suffering from pregnancy-related heartburn.) As soon as the waiter walked away, my eyes lit up, and I asked, “Can we open it now?” We had our 20-week anatomy scan earlier that day, and the technician sent us off with a sealed envelope containing the sex… Read More

The Death and Resurrection of Faith: Reflections on Good Friday

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A year ago on Good Friday, I admitted something out loud that I’d known for some time: my faith, at least as I knew it, was dead. I made my admission to a trusted friend, telling her that if being a good Christian meant rigid exclusivity and self-righteous certainty, I no longer wanted to be a part of the faith. But I had also followed Jesus long enough at this point to know that he was the only thing I wanted, the only one I desired to follow. The words of Peter rang true for me: Who else would I… Read More

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