A Mother’s Reflection on Two Months of Absurdity

I’m back!  I’ve been MIA now for approximately two months, but I now have a quiet moment to sit down and do a little bit ‘o writing.  I have been thinking a lot lately about the way I would go about writing this post because A LOT has gone on in this family.  I thought about doing an “update,” but that actually made me feel a great bit of anxiety because I don’t really want to re-hash all the details for the millionth time.  So then I was stumped, but after talking with my father-in-law at Sunday dinner last night, I decided I wanted to do more of a “reflection” on the past two months. Continue reading

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#getoutofmyuterus

If you follow me on Twitter, you know that I used #getoutofmyuterus quite a lot near the end of my pregnancy, and we finally had little baby Owen on August 20th at 10:45 a.m.  I just missed my birth center birth by hours, but I still had a beautiful intervention-free birth at the hospital. Continue reading

Baybee Brudder Wheree Izee?

What's my name?!?

What’s my name?!?

Translation: Where is my baby brother?  Every once in a while, this phrase pops out of my little one’s mouth.  SUPER cute and also kind of sad because a two year-old doesn’t really understand the whole pregnancy concept so he might just think we are lying to him about this so-called Baby Brother.  Although my son is concerned with the actual location of this potentially imaginary child, I am quite clear on this point and am WAY more concerned with “Babee Brudder Who Izee?”  And…my husband and I are having a seriously difficult time coming up with a name. Continue reading