Why do I even do this to myself? Sure, go ahead and schedule a midwife appointment and a dentist appointment for your son on the same day. You’ll probably get enough sleep the night before. Everyone will be ready on time. You’ll have someone to watch Ronan during your appointment, and traffic will be fine. It wont be too late… Read More
22 Weeks.
I have found myself in a funny place. I don’t remember being like this with Ronan at all. I wish I were, I wish I had known better. A sweet friend recommended to me that I read Ina May’s Guide to Childbirth… and so I did. I had no idea how much it would change my life. I honestly and… Read More
21 weeks.
I hate myself for not writing, sometimes. I hate myself for not being more thorough. I hate that I’ve told myself again and again that “I will remember this” and “no one wants to read this.” Only, I write because I want to read it. I write because I need to get it out and get it down. Not because… Read More
Nightmare.
I know that when you’re pregnant, hormones can lead to some incredibly vivid dreams. I had one last night that is sticking with me, and it was terrible. I dreamt I was having contractions (and I probably was) while Brock and I were putzing around at home. I don’t know why, but I decided to “check” myself, and found that… Read More
Perspective.
Funny how a new one will change what you think. My first pregnancy was terrible – a sham. I was so excited, so desperate for a child, so ready to be a mom. I wanted to wonder and revel in every moment of growing a human being. I used to dream about how magical the experience would be, I used… Read More
That Funny Fear.
You know the one that I mean. The one that sits in the back of your mind, and keeps telling you things are going wrong. The one that makes you inspect every wipe of toilet paper for any hint of pink. “Is that blood?! Oh wait, no, that’s just a thread. I’m wearing red underwear.” The one that analyzes every… Read More