casey coombs

MamaMemoirs, because mama’s memory isn’t so good, and pregnancy is too funny not to remember.

Now that pregnancy is coming to an end I’m feeling nostalgic about all the little things I’m going to miss. Little things I didn’t blog about but that deserve a mention. Like the other night at 4 am when I wanted applesauce. I couldn’t get any of the jars open so I went back toContinue reading “MamaMemoirs, because mama’s memory isn’t so good, and pregnancy is too funny not to remember.”

I know we’d be friends.

I like it when I get emails that say “I think we’d be friends in real life.” Because I think so too. I qualify this statement because A) you read something I wrote, weren’t scared away and took time out of your busy life to write me an email. B) There’s very few people thatContinue reading “I know we’d be friends.”

full term.

I made it. I’m full term. There’s a human in me that could come out tomorrow and become president in 35 years. This feels like a dream. I keep waiting to wake up. On the left, the day I found out about mozzi, about 4 weeks. On the right, today. 37 weeks. I guess now’sContinue reading “full term.”

a letter to my very pregnant self.

Dear Casey, I don’t want to be all “I told you so,” but really, you should have written this post as it was intended three days ago when you woke up from a dead sleep thinking about it. Now things have changed, there has been an emotional shift in your very existence and that letterContinue reading “a letter to my very pregnant self.”

twenty eight.

43.5 inches. That is the circumference of my waist this evening. 4 weeks from my due date with my second baby. 28 days. A period. I used to live my life in 28 day increments. I am 28 years old. My birthday is on the 28th of April. This year was my golden birthday. GoldenContinue reading “twenty eight.”

on growing big but never growing up.

My Dearest Gramma Addie, There are a lot of things in this world you don’t like. Candy, your curly hair, loud noises, balloons, loud laughter, the neighbor boy claiming he’s a vampire, spaghetti squash and Greek food to name a few. While you’ll try anything once (mostly because I force you to) it’s very rareContinue reading “on growing big but never growing up.”

an open letter to medical professionals.

Dear doctors who have been/will be treating treating me, Please stop being so surprised when you touch, measure, feel, weigh, look at or talk to me. Look, girls don’t take kindly to surprised comments let alone medical observations. I know that when I answer the door and my friend says “Whoa, bad day?” that I’veContinue reading “an open letter to medical professionals.”

34 weeks.

6 weeks. Or less. Holy crap.

hey, judgies, keep your judginess to yourself or my grenade wielding baby will ruin your day.

Being pregnant and/or having a new baby puts a giant (GIANT) “PLEASE! JUDGE ME OPENLY!” sign on your forehead. And the backside of your birthing hips. And across your enormous pregnancy boobs. There also seems to be a flashing neon sign that radiates from your entire existence. Why do you have a crib bumper? She’llContinue reading “hey, judgies, keep your judginess to yourself or my grenade wielding baby will *ruin* your day.”

sublime reality.

Five years is a long time to wait for a baby. A really long time. When you compare five years to 40 weeks…pregnancy flies by. When you’re trying to have a baby for any amount of time, let alone years, you already live your life in weeks. Week one: Period. Week two: Ovulation and copulation.Continue reading “sublime reality.”