I get to be her mom. It's been 10 months. (Sidebar-I'll pay you $1000 to tranquilize the minion that runs the second hand around the clock so fast-THIS IS NOT THE AMAZING RACE for crying out loud). She's a bit of a diva, our sturdy little dark haired beauty. Last Mother's Day,we were 7 weeks from her due date and my ping pong ball mind was bouncing on each side of the table between cautious optimism and this-might-really-freaking-happen. Those months before her birth were a nervous, ... View the Post
Along Came Molly-Part 2
She ordered extra powdered sugar for her waffle. As if I needed one more reason to love her. We met her for brunch in the middle of America, surrounded by the perfect small town that would be our daughter's birthplace. Six weeks earlier, we had no idea the other one even existed. Today we were learning about each other over waffles, beginning to comprehend that this event happening in 4 months would connect us for the rest of our lives. We talked about our hopes for the baby in her belly. We ... View the Post
Along Came Molly. Part 1
January. We let it sink in. The decision we'd just made. The words we'd just spoken had been thrown about in our own heads, wrestled to exhaustion more and more often over the last year. But they'd never been uttered aloud with any finality. That they were finally pulled forth from our heads and tumbled out audibly- with intention-was a sign that it was time for the conversation. "I'm ready to think about when we should stop." "It's probably time. It shouldn't be this ridiculously hard. ... View the Post
It is well-er with my soul.
I don't write in this space as often as I once did. Life, man, life. But today, I have the flu! Wait-that didn't transition as well as I thought it would. For real though, things are looking up- I just popped my 3rd Tamiflu and I've got some time to catch up in this space. My sweet husband-turned-nurse has set me up in quarantine in our bedroom with an appropriate bag of snacks that include mini Chips Ahoy and Nilla Wafers (have mercy, I love that man) which means I can finally finish this ... View the Post
39 and holding
39. Today. I know it's my birthday because I just finished leftover 7 layer chocolate cake for breakfast (or it's just Tuesday). Truthfully and openly, it's the first birthday number to give me angst. Leading up to this day, the beginning of the end of my 30's, only a small part of my trepidation is about feeling old. Am I really about to become a mom for the second time at almost 40? Mostly what takes up my mind space about having only 364 days left in thirtysomething is that IT is still a ... View the Post
Team Expansion
Before and after Tucker’s complicated birth, we prayerfully and thoughtfully considered all the options for growing our family. Or not. We both felt the decision to expand our team couldn't really be made until we knew the extent to which Tucker’s needs might require 100% of our attention. So we waited, and listened. We talked to doctors and each other about things like odds, statistics and uncertainty. Our road to parenthood was rough the first go round, y’all. And while I've made peace with my ... View the Post
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