Living. And loving. And hurting.
Dear Mandy: I am writing this letter to you because it is important to me that you know and remember this. Years will pass, and the memories will begin to fade, but I want you to always have this to remind you. I want you to remember the circumstances surrounding the birth of your baby girl. —————————————————————————– It was… Read More
I didn’t really think we’d get this far. If you’d asked me two months ago, I would have said I’d be glad to make it to 37 weeks. Now, as the due date looms closer and closer, we are still waiting. Baby girl is as comfy as can be, and I’m not doing too bad myself. Sleep is getting a… Read More
We have changed gears. It is a funny situation when your whole focus, the point of your being, goes from doing everything possible to keep the baby in… to suddenly wanting the baby out. Since around 27 weeks, I have been modifying my activity to be sure I didn’t cause contractions. I haven’t picked up my son, done laundry, haven’t… Read More
Things are getting done around here. It’s slow, and not very organized, but it’s still getting done. We’ve been cleaning and sorting and putting away. Ronan has been in his “new” bedroom since Monday, and hasn’t had trouble adjusting at all. Quite the contrary, (*knock on wood*) he’s been sleeping better since we moved him. We’ve moved the lion’s share… Read More
It’s 5:50am. I am blogging, because I am not sleeping. Ronan woke up this morning around 4ish, and hasn’t been back to sleep yet. Neither have I. Brock offered to sleep in the guest room with the monitor last night so I could get a full nights sleep, and I didn’t take him up on it. I regret it wholly… Read More
I meant to write this post a few days ago. Anyway. I got bit by a bug. Really hard. This whole pregnancy, I have been telling myself that we don’t need anything for the baby. We don’t need a nursery, we don’t need anything new, we don’t need to make a big deal. She’s going to sleep in our bed,… Read More
