I was six weeks pregnant on our two year wedding anniversary. “Where do you want to go to dinner?” My husband asked me. “I’ll take you anywhere!” I had been looking forward to this and spent the days leading up to our anniversary looking at a number of restaurants, scouring menus and reviews; but, at the end of the day, I really just wanted a grilled chicken sandwich from Wendy’s. Thank you, pregnancy. So we hit the drive-thru and ordered a haul, then we went home and ate Wendy’s on the . . .
This month, the theme at Red Tent Living is, "Where Do I Belong?" Below is the piece that came to me through that prompt. Baby Pomegranate My child is currently about the size of a pomegranate. At 17 weeks pregnant, I’m slowly starting to develop a “baby bump”—evidence that our sweet little pomegranate is growing steadily while continuing to make their home within me for the next twenty-something weeks. As I prepare for this little one’s grand entrance, I often wonder about who they will . . .
So my husband has told you all about the aluminum foil debacle. Lovely, right? I’ve had finer moments, I can tell you that much. Actually, it was pretty hard to read the piece my husband wrote. I wish I could go back and let him buy the big, expensive aluminum foil. Buy two, honey—it’s really not a big deal. In the moment, however, I wasn’t connecting the experiences of his past to how he was feeling in the grocery store. And, at the same time, I was carrying my own past experiences as I . . .
By my husband, Darren For us, it was aluminum foil. We all have either participated in or have heard stories of ridiculous fights between couples. They can range from how to eat pizza, the arrangement of remote controls, or Jello preparation (my parents, God bless them). A little annoyance, grown over time, can trigger legendary explosions for a couple. Mal and I had been dating for less than a year when we knew that we were in it for the long haul. We both came out of tough relationships . . .
This week, I [finally] announced publicly that my husband and I are expecting! Our first child will be joining us in April and we couldn’t be more excited (and overwhelmed and terrified and grateful, etc., etc.). It has been a wild couple of months since finding out about the baby. Many of you will remember a post that I published in late July after having found out that I was not pregnant, though there were several days when all clues had alluded otherwise. I was upset and scared, fighting . . .
I’ve been a little bit proud and a lot bit celebratory this week as I approach my two-year writing anniversary on October 16th. This is, of course, not marking the moment when I first began writing, but it is the day when I committed to publishing a piece of new writing at least once each week. My brand new husband and I had moved halfway across the country only a couple of weeks earlier. We didn’t have internet in our home yet, so I went to a nearby Panera, took a deep breath, and created my . . .