I finally packed my hospital bag last night. If you can call throwing four very mismatched outfits, three pairs of panties, and some old PJ’s on top of a duffel bag “packing”. I am 37 weeks pregnant today. Asking me to pack for a trip to The Hospital Inn and Suites is like putting someone on an…
“I love you Mommy” he says, pressing his flushed cheek to my enormous belly. “And I love baby brother, too”. My sweet son kisses my belly, his (almost) 4 year old frame wrapped around my leg. I bend slowly to lift him up, settle him on top of where his baby brother is kicking furiously…
The clock is ticking folks, and about a week ago I realized that at some point a few months from now, I will be required to birth Baby #2. Shit. It’s easy to be calm when you’re pregnant with Baby #1. You don’t know what you don’t know, and all. But we all know how…
I’m 16 weeks pregnant now, but I’ve been writing to this baby for a while. Here’s a little step back in time, from when I first found out that our family was actually growing: Dear Little One, You’re here. You’re quietly tucked away, nestled in softly, smaller than a pumpkin seed. You are my secret. …
I know that I haven’t been around here much lately. I’m working on being honest about the reasons why. I’ve drafted and redrafted posts in my head. I’ve debated about how much to share. I’ve avoided the computer all together. I’m virtually non-existent, in the virtual sense. My inner monologue goes something like this: I…