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sue sylvester keeps her shark tank upstairs and other gestational realizations.

I am walking a very fine line between “getting through” and “becoming the worst OB patient my doctor has ever seen.” The list of fears, questionable maladies and panic have resulted in a list that is going to blind said doctor come Thursday. To make matters worse it will be my gestational diabetes test asContinue reading “sue sylvester keeps her shark tank upstairs and other gestational realizations.”

the cat in my bag.

I am 1.5″ away from reaching the 42″ circumference I achieved at 40 weeks with Addie. A) holy crap. B) ow. I polled some moms on facebook last night about the pain I’m experiencing in the midsection area, I’ve been trying to describe to to Cody, or really anyone with ears who will listen andContinue reading “the cat in my bag.”

help for broken hearts.

Compassion fatigue. It’s term I first heard back in October, to me it basically means that while the Internet can bring about great and amazing things, it also means that we are exposed to so much heartache and people in need of help. Death, sickness, terminal illness, injury, natural disasters, loss and heartbreak. Leaving usContinue reading “help for broken hearts.”

pregnancy and poop. a tragedy.

Pregnancy and poop. A loathsome relationship for most any gestating female. One that no one really wants to talk about. You either miss it or wish it would stop. Very rarely is there a middle ground. I am one of those who misses it, dearly. There have been occasions where it has come…and I haveContinue reading “pregnancy and poop. a tragedy.”

when there’s safety in good night.

Last night I walked a sobbing, overly tired little kid to bed. We were supposed to play a game together as a family but exhaustion proved to us that the only proper place for her to be was in bed. I helped her brush her teeth through hiccupy sobs and put pajamas on her sleepyContinue reading “when there’s safety in good night.”

28 weeks.

I gave Addie my remote shutter release and free reign to do whatever she wanted…this is what she came up with. She’s six, and I couldn’t be more proud.

one can’t forget about us.

This is a story I’d never thought I’d tell, either because it was too sacred or it would scare people off. A woman hearing voices while driving on the freeway tends to land her in the “yay! crazy!” sub genre of society. But allow me to explain. Cody and I had been married several years.Continue reading “one can’t forget about us.”

silver underwire lining.

The average bra size in America is somewhere between a 34B and 36C. In fact 72% of ladies fall within the B/C cup realm. I was complaining the other night that the underwire on my 34D bra was entrenched between my ever expanding belly and my enormous pregnancy rack. It’s pretty much the pregnancy equivalentContinue reading “silver underwire lining.”

how to be depressed. part 2.

I have been medicated for almost two weeks. “They” say that it takes about 21 days for any new treatment to really make a difference. Hopefully “they” are right, because while I do feel much better and Cody hasn’t come home to me crumpled in a corner sobbing for two weeks…I still feel as thoughContinue reading “how to be depressed. part 2.”

my ladies.

*driving in the car listening to Christmas music* “Mom?” “Yes?” “Christmas and I have the same first name.” (Her actual first name is Mary…) ******** *snuggled up singing her ‘Silent Night’ before bedtime* “Silent night, holy night, all is calm all is bright…um…all is calm, all is bright…shoot…” *she turns and barks out in aContinue reading “my ladies.”