Waiting on our sweet baby was a nine-month-long exercise in staying in the moment: letting neither the grief of the past nor the uncertainty of the future weigh down the joy of the present.
As the birth day neared, I asked a best friend if she would be willing to photograph . . . → Read More: The She That Changed We
If you’ve been coming here for any amount of time, you know at least two things:
(1) Ours has been a long journey from the birth of our first daughter to the birth of the second.
(2) That No (1) thing above is an oversimplification the brevity of which . . . → Read More: Waiting
At last . . . our love has come along!
Etta Rae June 29, 2013 @ 2:26pm 6lbs 6oz & 17.5″
. . . and here we are in heaven, for you are ours . . .
Baby, the one who’s almost-but-not-quite-fully-cooked, has simple needs. Right now.
Us other people, the ones who are almost-but-not-quite-fully-ready for baby, have simple needs, too.
One: a nickname.
Once I got over the hump of being afraid to actively think about baby, I quickly moved into needing to . . . → Read More: Baxter’s Berth (You know: Baxter!!!)
. . . chromosomally typical, thumb-sucking, peekaboo-playing baby.
And it’s either a boy or a girl. We’re certain that it’s definitely one of those.
But we made it through the ultrasound three months ago (THREE MONTHS AGO!!??) without discovering which.
. . . → Read More: It’s a . . .
Specifically, as of today: 19w3d.
This is the farthest we’ve made it in a pregnancy since The Four-Why-Oh was gestatin’.
Which should bring me a lot of comfort. Excitement even.
And in some ways, it does.
But for the most part, . . . → Read More: What Multiple Losses Do
I once was bashful about All Things Stirrups. You know, way back Once Upon a Time.
But then, in order to partake in The In/Fertility Smorgasbord I had to get over that shyness. So I put my big girl silly socks on (the big girl drawers being antithetical and all) and . . . → Read More: “Sonogenic,” she said of The Ute
This is a hard post to write. Maybe the hardest I’ve ever attempted. Which, considering the not-easy topics I’ve written about before–blighted ovum, infertility, cancer, miscarriages, death of a parent–that this post would feel the hardest bears a touch of irony, I guess.
And I’ve attempted to write it no less . . . → Read More: Considering It: Between the Wilderness and a Promise
Shaaaaaeeeeeeeeeesh, October. She’s always a doozy around here.
October 2012 was no exception.
Mostly because, very unexpectedly, this:
(***WAIT. STOP RIGHT THERE. Before you get all woooo-hooooey, let me just caution you that this isn’t a post about a pregnancy, but a post (oh, sweet Heaven, yes another one) about a miscarriage. Okay, if . . . → Read More: Considering It: My Heart Will Choose to Say
Saturday night we met up with a large group of friends for a food and game night. During one round of “The Newlywed Game” the following question was asked of the husbands: “What does your wife have too many of?”
Most of the husbands answered ‘shoes’ or ‘clothes’ but one gave . . . → Read More: Considering It: The Togetherness In Which We Are Held