casey coombs

staring down an elephant.

For anyone who’s wondered if they’re the only one that has had to stay silent and focused on something while someone else was around so you wouldn’t start inconsolably crying? You’re not. To anyone else who has wondered if they’re the only one who has held their breath while being hugged so that they wouldn’tContinue reading “staring down an elephant.”

six.

Today at 6:23 p.m. EST you turned six years old. To be honest, the day could have ended better. Thankfully, there are pictures that tell the story of a good day. A story of balloons, sunshine, pancakes, pink cake and a little girl who received every gift her little heart could have ever dreamed of.Continue reading “six.”

more sick than the sickest sick.

April 15, 2004, approximately 8:33 am began one of the worst sick days of my life. It was the first day hyperemesis kicked in while Miss AddieLaRue was cooking away in my tummy. The day involved several projectile vomits (one on a nurse who deserved it) an IV and an assurance that I had never,Continue reading “more sick than the sickest sick.”

it’s a…

Girl!! (a perfectly healthy right on schedule has all her parts in the proper places girl!!) ETA May 1, 2011. xoxo

mozzi or mozzita?

A) Please be healthy above anything else. B) Please throw caution to the wind when it’s time for the money shot. C) Please forgive me if I cry. A lot. xoxo

the one about the infertility title lost, but not forgotten.

I can never ever forget where I came from that got me to this point. Jealously that almost ruined my best friendship. Anger and bitterness that drove people away. Friendships lost because the hole in my heart was too big to manage. Nearly alienating my only sister because of one comment. Almost losing my marriageContinue reading “the one about the infertility title lost, but not forgotten.”

an open letter to mozzi, no. 2

Hey Moz, We’re almost halfway through annoying each other! You’ve been making me sick, pee, eat, barf, sleep, not sleep, fart and grunt like an elephant for the past 20 weeks while I’ve subjected you to my car singing, your sister, barfing and possibly one too many Subway chicken sandwiches with a few too manyContinue reading “an open letter to mozzi, no. 2”

the one about the second time I was positive.

Over the last year I had become so laid back with this getting pregnant business that I barely even bothered to keep track of my periods. (look away daddy!) Besides, I have an app on my iPod that does it for me. It even has an icon of flaming boobs for those few days ofContinue reading “the one about the second time I was positive.”

doughboy pokes, depression and my belly.

I have felt pretty fantastic for the last few months, emotionally at least, physically? Not so much. And when I say I’ve felt emotionally fantastic I mean in regards to depression because to be honest there was a three week time between positive pregnancy test and chilling the chill out that I wasn’t so funContinue reading “doughboy pokes, depression and my belly.”

the moosh in indy gift guide of 2010.

I’d like to think I do a darn fine job at gift giving. My biggest problem is that I get TOO! EXCITED! when I am in possession of the perfect gift for someone to keep it much of a secret. This little personality quirk drives Cody batty when he his peckled with questions of “SoContinue reading “the moosh in indy gift guide of 2010.”