“I wouldn’t worry about this,” the doctor told me as we stood in front of a screen projecting the image of our 13-week old child in utero. I bit my lips so aggressively, I thought they might fall off—an unsuccessful attempt at holding in my tears. Feeling silly responding to the doctor’s kind reassurance by crying, I finally broke my silence: “I hear what you’re saying but I think I just need to cry for a little bit.” She handed me some tissues while my husband took my hand, and I wept. The . . .
Friends, The countdown to baby is winding down rather quickly over here! We've reached 10 days until the due date! My husband and I are so excited (and ALL of the other feelings, too!) about the weeks ahead. I'll be sure to keep you posted, as you've all journeyed with me to this point! This month at Red Tent Living, the theme is: "What Does This Mean?" I'm honored to share my piece with you, entitled, "Drawing a Blank." You can read a portion of it here, but it is published in its . . .
As I write today, I find myself continuously glancing at my calendar. I'm just over four weeks out from my due date with this baby girl. Isn't that wild?! It has [mostly] flown by and my husband and I could not be more excited to see her face and welcome her into our family. This weekend, my family will be coming to town and some dear friends will be throwing me a baby shower. I can't wait to celebrate this little girl's life while so many of my favorite people gather in one room all at the . . .
Hi friends! I'm excited to share with you my latest piece for Red Tent Living. This month, their theme is, "Is This Life?" What a big question. Here's where it took me . . . Shifting Seasons I’m finding myself in a strange sort of liminal space as I await the birth of my daughter. She’s with us, but not quite here. We’re standing at the threshold of what will be, counting down the days until we can fully step into this new season of life. Sure, there are things we need to complete as we . . .
My husband and I were sitting in our final birthing class, watching a required video about cesarean sections. I had been feeling uncomfortable for much of the class, telling my husband I might go stand in the back of the room because I couldn’t find a comfortable position in my chair. However, I didn’t move. Instead, as a graphic appeared on the screen illustrating how, exactly, they get the baby out during a c-section, I felt my body temperature rise at an alarming rate. I took my jacket off . . .
Have you noticed? The days? They’re getting longer! I’m so happy. No offense to February, but I’m always happy to bid it farewell. March just sounds like spring. Sure, where I live we’ll still probably have a number of snowy days, but March feels like we’ve really turned a corner on our journey out of winter. The days are literally getting longer, and I’m fairly convinced I can notice every extra second of daylight. Oh, also, I’m sleeping for approximately six minutes per night, so that could . . .