The baby has decided that it really loves my uterus, and thus we are being induced tomorrow. I had hoped that my body would get as exhausted as my mind and emotions, and evicted this little being... but alas, here we are, 41 weeks and some pregnant. Thanks, or something ( Read more... )

My due date was January 29 and here I am - still pregnant. Nick and I believe I will be induced on Thursday after my next doctor’s appointment, because my BP has been slowly creeping up. However, if like last week - it is within normal range, then February 5th is our current induction date. But I could push this out any time that following week, if ( Read more... )

For the past few days, I have been living alone. There’s a certain kind of freedom in being alone that I forgot about, after all these years of sharing my life with a person and then people. I am lucky to say there are times when I get afternoons, even full-days off. But they are never really “off”; it’s simply fewer amount of hours of some kind of ( Read more... )

How is it that the pending arrival of another baby equals the overzealous protection of the kid already here? I am super emotionally unreasonable about the safety and well-being of Aurelia right now. If you have ever wanted to see what my ugly-cry looks like, tell me you think something is wrong with her and ta-da! Seriously, I’m almost starting to ( Read more... )

I slept like shit last night. My hips really hurt by the time we got home from family memorial Christmas Eve in Tacoma, so that automatically made me think the baby was going to come on Christmas, almost a full month too early (though, really, it would be fine at this point). Basically, I woke every few hours and not because I had to pee. Always ( Read more... )

In 55 days or so, I should be at the hospital working on pushing another human out of my body. There are definitely days where the thought never crosses my mind. Then there are days where it consumes me. I had no idea what to expect with Aurelia, and I expect no less from our second kid. There is so much that could go right or wrong, or some middle ( Read more... )

If there is something to be said, it is simply - I am done. And thus, I have zero energy to share my thoughts, feelings, ideas, etc. to the internet world that probably forgot I exist. Two points to you, if you're still here ( Read more... )

Here’s the thing: Sometimes I am totally and completely done with being defined by the fact that I have a vagina. Can I simply be a person with private parts that cannot be touched by anyone without my explicit permission ( Read more... )

What has happen in June, July and half of August? You know... I couldn't really tell you. I'd have to look at our calendar. We survived whatever life threw at us, I guess. Celebrated the good, worked through the bad. ::shrug:: I wish I could say more, but I find myself in this bipolar world. I am everywhere and no where; I am paralyzed and ( Read more... )

My grandma passed away. We got there in time to see her alive, though she was highly sedated and unresponsive. My sister and I talked to her. I wanted to purge all my regrets, but I didn't have many. I visited her at least every year. I sent cards and pictures. I wrote. All of these I could have done more, but didn't. Out of everything I could have ( Read more... )