I think it’s because I have so much that I worry constantly about losing it all. I think of the saying that goes, “God doesn’t give you trials that you can’t handle” and I wonder if that means I’m just … Continue reading
I weighed 20 pounds more than I wanted to when I became pregnant with Hutchy. And then during my pregnancy I gained 60 pounds. SIXTY POUNDS. The enormity of that statement is not lost on me. It was so easy, … Continue reading
The baby is a boy. (This will come as no surprise to you if you follow me on Instagram, where I also post fairly regular photos of my ever-growing midsection. It’s not pretty. But you’re welcome to join me if … Continue reading
Back when I announced I was pregnant I sort of expected that people would be annoyed by pregnancy update posts. I didn’t plan on writing too many of them for fear of alienating what few readers I had left (after … Continue reading
Our baby is due August 3rd. Yet anybody who has been my friend (real friend, e-friend, or otherwise) for any period of time will recall that I hate August. The irony of this situation abounds. Poor Kyle, in his wonderfully … 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
This morning as I stumbled around our small bedroom bumping into furniture trying to make myself somewhat presentable for yet another day, an unsettling thought popped into my head. I voiced it: “Kykes,” I said to Poor Kyle, who was … Continue reading