This weekend we visited family down in Montana, and on our drive home through the Rocky Mountains I grew pensive. Long mountain drives often have that effect on me. I looked out the window at the greenness of it all, and … Continue reading
Here is what I wrote in my journal around this time exactly one year ago: Thursday 8 August, 2014 I feel like this day has passed in ultra-slow motion. It is the day before literally the biggest day of my life … Continue reading
I’m three weeks into being back at work and I am finally getting into a groove. Most of the time our days look something like this: 5:30-6:00—Hutch wakes up crying in the next room over. In the morning he always … Continue reading
After failing to quit drinking Diet Coke throughout my pregnancy I was already fairly well-acquainted with Motherguilt, but now that I’m formula feeding my baby as opposed to nursing, I’m pretty much an expert on it. Logically I know it’s … Continue reading
I won the baby lottery. If babies could be bought at stores, Hutch would be the deluxe model, custom-made to fit perfectly into our lives. He cries, I’m not going to lie and say he doesn’t, but he has conveniently … Continue reading
I wonder how many women give birth and don’t immediately feel a tsunami of motherly love toward their babies. I wonder how many women might feel guilty about that. I hope not many. But probably a lot. •••••••••• I was … Continue reading
It’s the night before my 26th birthday. Twenty six years ago tonight my mother was laying in bed wondering when I’d be born. Was she nervous? Was she scared? Exhausted? Worried? Anxious? Excited? I think I know how I would feel … Continue reading