I feel like I haven't been documenting this process/journey/big life change as well as I intended. We've taken a few token belly pictures, but the "daily journal" I had always envisioned never really took form. It's not too late, I suppose ( Read more... )

I'm starting to actually look pregnant, which is much better than just looking like I really enjoy chocolate, but which seems to allow people the opportunity to spout wisdom and other nonsense in my general direction. Seriously, if I had a giant sore on my face, would you feel inclined to talk to me about it? Telling me how your pregnancy/birth/ ( Read more... )

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I want to tell a story with eloquence and beauty, but I can't quite find the words to describe what it is that I felt as I watched our baby dance on the screen. My bladder was so terribly full, and the technician was pushing down so terribly hard, but then I saw the baby. It waved and danced, and the tears fell from my eyes in a constant stream. I ( Read more... )

I'm not going to promise that this isn't going to turn into an "all baby, all the time" sort of thing, but I'll do my best. Things still aren't entirely public (we want to wait until the first trimester is over), so the excitement of being able to share things is still pretty intense ( Read more... )

Well, I suppose it's time for an announcement of sorts:

I'm pregnant. Knocked up. With child. In a delicate condition, and all that jazz.

Happy Mother's Day, to me.

A year has passed since vows were spoken. Time flies and spirals and does all sorts of other crazy stuff when you are busy living ( Read more... )

Still not really sleeping. I'm quick to anger, but equally quick to tears. This weekend we will celebrate our anniversary with napping and cheap movies. Sounds glorious ( Read more... )

M and I have not been sleeping well lately. Sure, there are a variety of reasons, but the end result is the same. We're cranky and lethargic and generally tired. Having not slept through an entire evening in well over a month, my joie de vive is rather wilted, and my get up and go has, as they say, gotten up and left. Is gotten a word, anyway? ( Read more... )

Sometimes words won't come when a moratorium has been placed on certain verbs and adjectives.

Weekends are nice, especially when the extent of plans made is a simple breakfast with grandparents who buy special bacon (from the butcher) in exchange for computer repairs ( Read more... )