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
A Secret.
So many words in my head… I don’t know exactly how to get them out. I never know where to start. You see, I have this problem. I want to keep a secret. And I’m terribly, terribly bad at keeping secrets. Almost as bad as my mom, who frequently asks, “do you want to try to guess what I bought… Read More
Mommy Guilt.
I’m going to go ahead and write this out, because if I don’t it will continue to sit in my head and fester. Who the hell wants a festering brain? Not me. So. It’s obviously no secret that Brock and I want to have another child. We’d been trying since January, and 2 unsuccessful attempts later, I don’t know where… Read More
By The Way…
The mommy I wrote about the other day? The one that lost her baby? I saw her in Target yesterday. She looked SO familiar to me. I kept staring and staring, trying to figure out how I knew her. It hit me like a bolt of lightening. I had JUST written about her. I had JUST thought about her! And… Read More
Some Days I Hate It.
I wrote this back when I worked for an OB clinic. I think it’s one of the most powerful blogs I’ve ever written. I really wanted to share it. ———————— There are very few days that I dislike my job. Today was really one of them. It wasn’t a hard day, or superbly busy, or even moderately stressful. No one… Read More
Miscarriage.
Such a strange word. Miscarriage. To carry something improperly. I haven’t written because I haven’t been ready to share EVERYTHING yet. Sometimes, we hold our cards a little closer to our chest until we’re ready to lay them down. Brock and I decided we were ready to start expanding our family again. We started trying in January. Fertile myrtle, I… Read More
