. . . 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
Sometimes I feel like I owe you a couple days of processing before I resume telling a story. So that I tell it in the right way, whatever way that is.
Sometimes I feel like I owe me a couple days of processing before I resume telling a story. For the . . . → Read More: Considering It: The Part Where We Begin Walking
A few nights ago, The Child and I loaded into our car to head home from church. Before pulling away from the curb, I scrolled through the missed messages and emails that had accumulated on my phone while it had been silenced. Growing impatient and bored with my reading (and being anxious to . . . → Read More: Considering It: Sing About the Wheels
My paraphrased retelling of a retold-to-me conversation between The MotherSuch and her mother, The GrandMotherSuch, following our ultrasound last Thursday:
The GrandMotherSuch: How did their appointment go?
The MotherSuch: Good. They saw a gestational sac and a yolk sac.
The GrandMotherSuch (who had four children of . . . → Read More: The MotherSuch, The GrandMotherSuch, and The Sacs
Some days, like today, I sit down to write and don’t know where to start. That always works out really well for us both, you realize that don’t you?
It’s just that this is the last (planned) post for 2011 and so while I don’t want to get ahead of myself, . . . → Read More: Considering It: All on the Altar