I can’t pick up my baby anymore. He’s too big or I’m too small. Either way, I can’t remember the very last time I was able to pick Gabe up and hold him. Sure, I can give him a piggy back ride, but it’s not the same as hug-holding him. Every time we walk anywhere, Gabe slipsRead the whole post >>
Before You Are No Longer my Only Child.
Before our first child was born, I felt frantic about our dwindling days as a couple without kids. We spent so much time together that summer before Gabe was born, filling our days and evenings with conversations, blissful sleep (well as blissful as you can get in those last few weeks of pregnancy), and settlingRead the whole post >>
Note to Self: Just Go.
So, I get it. You decided to go to that social event, playgroup, or conference and now you’re nervous about it and want to back out. What if you have no one to talk to? What if everyone else knows each other? What if you have nothing in common? What if you feel stupid? WhatRead the whole post >>
What's It Like to Have A Son?
Several times over the last few years, a friend has found out she is having a little boy and asks me, “What do you like about having a son?” I am not sure every boy is like, but I know what it’s like to have my particular son. Most recently when asked this, I started thinking howRead the whole post >>
Why I’m Open About My Miscarriages.
When you’re in your third trimester, everyone knows you’re pregnant and talks to you about it. When you have a newborn, you go to the grocery store and other folks peek into the car seat to see your teeny tiny sleeping bundle of joy. When you lose a pregnancy, no one around you can tellRead the whole post >>
