On December 20th, my brother died. I haven't been able to write about it, and I'm not really sure that I can now. What is there to write, really ( Read more... )

Since Sid tricked me into waking up (seriously, if you make "wake up sounds," you better be waking up!), I guess I should take advantage of this time and write up the story of his birth. For posterity and future leverage, of course ( Read more... )

Welcome Sidney Miles Etter!


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I'm tired. I don't think I've been sleeping, but I know I've had some crazy dreams, so maybe I have been sleeping? I'm not sure anymore ( Read more... )

Sleep is no longer happening. That is, it happens, but only in short bursts separated by waking up to go to the bathroom every two hours. Rolling over is difficult, and my back and hips seem to resent remaining in any one position for more than 30 minutes. According to my doctor, this is just the way things will be for the next 7 weeks. 7 weeks ( Read more... )

( a timeline of epic belly proportions! )

I can't really remember the last time I slept through the night. Even before I was pregnant, I would lie awake and toss and turn most nights. Even after rigorous exercise. The truth, it seems, is that I inherited my father's insomnia. Thanks dad ( Read more... )

Occasionally, I still have nightmares that I didn't actually finish one of my classes, and, therefore, didn't graduate from college. I'm pretty sure that these thoughts are common, and related to bottled-up anxiety, but I can't help but think that my chronic absenteeism in the majority of my classes has something to do with it ( Read more... )

Not having to go to work is pretty nice, I must admit. I've been filling my days with a time-consuming combination of watching daytime television, doing household chores, and running necessary errands. On the agenda for today? A haircut! Exciting!

I can't remember the last time that I had nothing to do. I mean, I've taken a day off here and there ( Read more... )

Thanks to a long pause between my old job and my new job, I'm enjoying 11 days of not having to do anything. This is a little harder for me than you might imagine. Being raised by multitaskers has led me to believe that rest is wasteful ( Read more... )