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Friday, 5 July 2013
Happy 4th of July
I hope that all of my American readers have a fun and safe 4th full of fireworks, apple pie, and glow sticks.
Thursday, 23 May 2013
Confessions of a Coke Addict
I managed to give up caffeine four times in my life. Every time that I was pregnant, I gave up all caffeine cold turkey, and I didn't drink it at all while I was pregnant or breastfeeding. After little boss was weaned, I slowly started incorporating caffeine into my diet again. That was probably a mistake.
I don't drink; I don't smoke; I don't use any drugs and I try to eat healthily.
I am also addicted to diet Coke (preferably from a fountain, not can or bottle).
I know that it is bad for me, and that the aspartame is carcinogenic, and that it has no nutritional value. I have seen the science experiments where a tooth is left in a bottle of Coke until it gets dissolved by the soda. I know.
I also just really enjoy it. It's probably not the best attitude to have, but, if I'm completely honest, I feel like I'm entitled to one vice. Just one. One little indulgence that is just for me and the kids aren't allowed to even taste and that doesn't take any time in my very busy schedule. Coca Cola is, after all, a Southern institution. It is cultural, and unless you are from the South (especially the Atlanta area), I don't think you can fully understand how real and not at all joking that is. I love old Coca Cola signs and the look of vintage Coke products. I drink way too much diet Coke...and yet...and yet.... There's something beyond the unhealthiness that bothers me. Should I really feel this devoted to a company? Coke has shaped and continues to shape culture. Our entire modern image of Santa Claus was based on Coke ads, which is more than a little ridiculous.
Mostly, I saw this image and wanted to share. Take from it what you will.
I don't drink; I don't smoke; I don't use any drugs and I try to eat healthily.
I am also addicted to diet Coke (preferably from a fountain, not can or bottle).
I know that it is bad for me, and that the aspartame is carcinogenic, and that it has no nutritional value. I have seen the science experiments where a tooth is left in a bottle of Coke until it gets dissolved by the soda. I know.
I also just really enjoy it. It's probably not the best attitude to have, but, if I'm completely honest, I feel like I'm entitled to one vice. Just one. One little indulgence that is just for me and the kids aren't allowed to even taste and that doesn't take any time in my very busy schedule. Coca Cola is, after all, a Southern institution. It is cultural, and unless you are from the South (especially the Atlanta area), I don't think you can fully understand how real and not at all joking that is. I love old Coca Cola signs and the look of vintage Coke products. I drink way too much diet Coke...and yet...and yet.... There's something beyond the unhealthiness that bothers me. Should I really feel this devoted to a company? Coke has shaped and continues to shape culture. Our entire modern image of Santa Claus was based on Coke ads, which is more than a little ridiculous.
Mostly, I saw this image and wanted to share. Take from it what you will.
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| Image borrowed from Upworthy and inspired by Banksy and, obviously, Coca Cola: I don't think they would mind me sharing. (I found the image here. Then the creator of the image contacted me. She didn't ask me to remove the image, so I won't. I will give her credit, though, for great design work. Click here to check out her website.) |
Wednesday, 22 May 2013
Seven for 7: Role Models for my Daughter
Princess recently turned seven!
For her birthday, I wrote her this letter:
Happy Birthday!
You turn seven years old today. I can still remember you as a tiny newborn baby in my arms, and how you were so perfect. It's hard to believe how big you are now, and how grown up you are getting. I hope that you like all of your birthday presents this year. In addition to the toys and other goodies, I wanted to give you something else. This book is about seven women who are good role models. they are all women that I want you to learn about; they are all examples in some way. You are so very special that I thought you would like to learn from these other special women.
Lots of love,
Mummy
Then I wrote up little sections about each of the following women (in no particular order):
1. Judith Leyster (She was one of the first famous and respected women artists.)
2. Amelia Earhart (She was a pilot, obviously, and, perhaps more truly, an adventurer.)
3. Marie Curie (She was an important scientist who is still the only person to win the Nobel Prize in both physics and chemistry.)
4. J.K. Rowling (Princess just started reading the Harry Potter series.)
5. Maria Mitchell (Among other accomplishments, she discovered a comet.)
6. Mary Whitmer (She was a hard-working woman of great faith.)
7. Jackie Joyner-Kersee (She is one of the greatest athletes of all time, and a noted humanitarian.)
Yes, having role models for little girls is a big deal. There are so many issues I want my daughters to understand that are a big deal.
Here's a quick side note on the issue of beauty. Click here to read someone else's blog post about the Dove Beauty campaign. Even if you don't read the whole post, scroll to the bottom and watch the three videos (all made by the same company). The ads speak pretty loudly for themselves.
For her birthday, I wrote her this letter:
Happy Birthday!
You turn seven years old today. I can still remember you as a tiny newborn baby in my arms, and how you were so perfect. It's hard to believe how big you are now, and how grown up you are getting. I hope that you like all of your birthday presents this year. In addition to the toys and other goodies, I wanted to give you something else. This book is about seven women who are good role models. they are all women that I want you to learn about; they are all examples in some way. You are so very special that I thought you would like to learn from these other special women.
Lots of love,
Mummy
Then I wrote up little sections about each of the following women (in no particular order):
1. Judith Leyster (She was one of the first famous and respected women artists.)
2. Amelia Earhart (She was a pilot, obviously, and, perhaps more truly, an adventurer.)
3. Marie Curie (She was an important scientist who is still the only person to win the Nobel Prize in both physics and chemistry.)
4. J.K. Rowling (Princess just started reading the Harry Potter series.)
5. Maria Mitchell (Among other accomplishments, she discovered a comet.)
6. Mary Whitmer (She was a hard-working woman of great faith.)
7. Jackie Joyner-Kersee (She is one of the greatest athletes of all time, and a noted humanitarian.)
Yes, having role models for little girls is a big deal. There are so many issues I want my daughters to understand that are a big deal.
Here's a quick side note on the issue of beauty. Click here to read someone else's blog post about the Dove Beauty campaign. Even if you don't read the whole post, scroll to the bottom and watch the three videos (all made by the same company). The ads speak pretty loudly for themselves.
Thursday, 31 January 2013
Operation Get Healthy Post #1
I mentioned some resolutions in my last post. So far I think I'm doing alright in 2013. No, my house isn't always clean, and no, my bank account isn't healthy, but I think I am in a better, healthier place than I was last year.
One of my biggest goals for the year is to be healthier. I need to lose weight, but--even more than that--I want to have a healthier lifestyle. I wasn't particularly unhealthy before; I don't drink or smoke or have any particularly awful habits. I just need to improve.
I have gone out running for the past four mornings in a row. I use the term "running" loosely, as my running is probably slower than most power walkers and my endurance is still pitiful. I tell myself the important thing is that I'm trying, and I'll eventually get faster and stronger.
According to my Nike app, I have gone 6.16 miles this week at an average pace of about 14 miles per hour (keep in mind that I'm running on the road in a hilly area).
Luckily for me, I do live somewhere pretty. I also live near the water. About a mile from my house, there's the beginning of a trail that follows the path of the lake. We took a family run along it recently, and it was so much more peaceful than running on the road. My goal is to be in good enough shape to consider the run to the lake as my warm up, and then do my actual run along the waterfront.
Here are a couple of pictures from the lakefront trail:
One of my biggest goals for the year is to be healthier. I need to lose weight, but--even more than that--I want to have a healthier lifestyle. I wasn't particularly unhealthy before; I don't drink or smoke or have any particularly awful habits. I just need to improve.
I have gone out running for the past four mornings in a row. I use the term "running" loosely, as my running is probably slower than most power walkers and my endurance is still pitiful. I tell myself the important thing is that I'm trying, and I'll eventually get faster and stronger.
According to my Nike app, I have gone 6.16 miles this week at an average pace of about 14 miles per hour (keep in mind that I'm running on the road in a hilly area).
Luckily for me, I do live somewhere pretty. I also live near the water. About a mile from my house, there's the beginning of a trail that follows the path of the lake. We took a family run along it recently, and it was so much more peaceful than running on the road. My goal is to be in good enough shape to consider the run to the lake as my warm up, and then do my actual run along the waterfront.
Here are a couple of pictures from the lakefront trail:
I'm also trying to eat healthier.
The past few weeks I have been eating a lot of quinoa, and not very much bread or pasta. I have drastically cut back on cheese, and I'm trying to avoid refined sugar.
For breakfast, I usually have a smoothie.
I also made these vegetarian meatballs (only with less egg and cheese and more vegetables) and enjoyed them as much on a crunchy romaine salad as on pasta.
Current Weight: 223 pounds (that's hard to admit)
Current Size: 16-20 (depending on brand and style)
Friday, 11 January 2013
So long 2012..Hello 2013 Resolutions
This was my 2012 soundtrack. These are the songs that pretty much sum everything up; the songs that I listened to over and over and over again; the songs that caught a mood or a moment or months somehow. If my life were a movie (and we can all be thankful that it's not), this would be the 2012 soundtrack.
I'm a bit of a cynic when it comes to New Year's Resolutions, but I feel like I'm at a turning point that happens to coincide with the beginning of 2013, so I have set some goals.
1. Get Organized
In some ways, I'm really organized. In other ways, I'm a walking disaster area. I want to get more organized, and include the family in my organization.
2. Write more
Obviously, I'm not a regular blogger. Sometimes I overwhelm the blog with new stuff, and sometimes I mysteriously disappear for months. In the blogosphere and beyond, I want to write more.
3. Get Healthy
I've spent too long being comfortable with bad habits. This year, I want to make a change to a healthier lifestyle. I need to lose some weight (OK, a lot of weight), get in shape, eat healthier, think healthier, etc. For my sake and for my family, I want to get healthy. At the end of the year, I want to look back at pictures and see a marked difference. I want to think, "Wow, did I really look like that?" I want to have enough energy.
I'm a bit of a cynic when it comes to New Year's Resolutions, but I feel like I'm at a turning point that happens to coincide with the beginning of 2013, so I have set some goals.
1. Get Organized
2. Write more
Obviously, I'm not a regular blogger. Sometimes I overwhelm the blog with new stuff, and sometimes I mysteriously disappear for months. In the blogosphere and beyond, I want to write more.
3. Get Healthy
Sunday, 6 January 2013
Thursday, 3 January 2013
Wednesday, 26 December 2012
Wednesday, 28 November 2012
Comfort
I don't know of many things more comforting than Thanksgiving. I love the rituals of the holiday, the emphasis on gratitude, and, of course, the food. I firmly believe in comfort food, and I think we might need some to get through this post.
Turkey is star of most Thanksgiving tables. That means that fridges across America are stuffed full of leftover turkey after the big meal, and there are only so many turkey sandwiches you can eat (no matter how good they are). This year, when everyone had eaten enough turkey to last until next November, I put the leftovers into one of the best comfort foods of the fall: a pie.
I love savoury pies. There's something so comforting about a nice, hot crust that crumbles open under your fork to reveal the steaming, gravy stuffed interior. I love the way all the flavours mix together, so that all of the ingredients blend into a new identity.
I followed these tips for making the crust. For the filling, I chopped up an onion and some garlic and started sauteeing them in a pan. Almost immediately, I tossed in diced potato, carrot, and celery. When those had started to soften, I added the chopped up turkey leftovers. Then I added turkey stock and a pinch of flour. I also seasoned it with sea salt, cracked black pepper, and sage. I let it gently simmer until the gravy thickened up and everything looked soft and the house smelled like Thanksgiving again. Then I let the mixture cool before filling the crust. Since everyone was turkeyed out in my house, I wrapped the pie up in foil and put it in the freezer for a rainy day. It's great to have pre-prepared comfort food on hand, and pies freeze really well.
Turkey is star of most Thanksgiving tables. That means that fridges across America are stuffed full of leftover turkey after the big meal, and there are only so many turkey sandwiches you can eat (no matter how good they are). This year, when everyone had eaten enough turkey to last until next November, I put the leftovers into one of the best comfort foods of the fall: a pie.
I love savoury pies. There's something so comforting about a nice, hot crust that crumbles open under your fork to reveal the steaming, gravy stuffed interior. I love the way all the flavours mix together, so that all of the ingredients blend into a new identity.
I followed these tips for making the crust. For the filling, I chopped up an onion and some garlic and started sauteeing them in a pan. Almost immediately, I tossed in diced potato, carrot, and celery. When those had started to soften, I added the chopped up turkey leftovers. Then I added turkey stock and a pinch of flour. I also seasoned it with sea salt, cracked black pepper, and sage. I let it gently simmer until the gravy thickened up and everything looked soft and the house smelled like Thanksgiving again. Then I let the mixture cool before filling the crust. Since everyone was turkeyed out in my house, I wrapped the pie up in foil and put it in the freezer for a rainy day. It's great to have pre-prepared comfort food on hand, and pies freeze really well.
This week has been one of those weeks where you just want to stay under the covers most mornings, but, unfortunately, the alarm still goes off, and, even if it didn't, the kids won't let you sleep in. Unable to just hide, sitting down for a few minutes with some comfort food would definitely be therapeutic.
Lately it seems like I have encountered the topic of abortion a lot. It is always a hot topic in politics, and fiercely debated when elections roll around, and it seems to have been a common conversation at work lately as well. Working in an educational setting, I often hear strong viewpoints from students, or need to moderate discussions. I don't want to go into all of the details, but I had to speak with a student who was incredibly judgemental about abortions. She dismissed any circumstances, and considered it always completely unjustifiable and evil. At one point, she told me that I didn't know what I was talking about, and that my opinion was invalid. Obviously, this conversation was firmly ended, and she was invited to either calm down or leave the classroom.
However, her comment stayed with me. Later that day, I related the situation to another faculty member in the department. She commented that unless someone is in that situation, they have no right to judge. That comment stayed with me, too, and I mulled them over for days.
When I had my ectopic pregnancy, it was the single most heart-wrenching experience of my life. At the time, I did not relate it to abortions. That word was strictly avoided by the medical staff, as were the words "termination" and "baby" (or any related phrase humanizing the pregnancy). This week, though, I finally made the connection.
I know what it feels like to walk into a room pregnant, and to know that when you leave, you are going to be empty, and you are never going to forgive yourself.
I know what it feels like to sign a paper giving a medical team permission to kill your baby.
I know what it feels like to be left feeling hollow, to feel the loss of life so keenly that a part of you has died, and to know that most people don't even realize that something is wrong, and that--in the minds of most people--the baby you are mourning never even existed.
I know what it is like to wonder, to imagine, to wish, and to daydream. I know what it's like to notice every birthday they should have had, and to think about every milestone they missed. I know what it's like to mourn missing first Christmases, first words, and first steps.
I know what it feels like to have had a baby that was never born. I know what it's like to hesitate every time--every single time--that someone asks how many children you have, because you don't want to explain something so personal and sacred and emotional to random people, but you also don't want to simply leave out the one who is missing.
Did I have an abortion?
This is the entry in the dictionary:
a·bor·tion
[uh-bawr-shuh n] Show IPA
noun
1.
Also called voluntary abortion. the removal of an embryo or fetus from the uterus in order to end a pregnancy.
2.
any of various surgical methods for terminating a pregnancy, especially during the first six months.
3.
4.
an immature and nonviable fetus.
5.
I don't want to spark more arguments about abortion. Arguments aren't helping anyone.
This week, I have developed a new level of compassion for everyone related to the issue of abortion.
I would have given anything and done anything to save my tiny baby. I was given a 0% chance of survival if I did not have the emergency surgery. My baby was given a 0% chance of survival. I know this. Logically, I understand that I had no choice. Emotionally, it is something I will have to live with forever. I still mourn for and miss him. There are still days when it is harder than others, or when--for whatever reason--he dominates my thoughts. There are still nights when I get into bed and have to just let myself cry for him.
Everyone's circumstances are different, and I do not claim to understand all of the reasons people have abortions, or all of the results. I do know, though, that I would not wish this kind of grief on anyone. I know that my heart breaks for anyone who has ever felt anything like what my husband and I have, and continue to, experience.
I know that if someone wanted to make a difference in my life, condemning me would not help. I imagine that for other women facing a decision about abortion, or who are living with the results of it, they need support and comfort, not judgement.
This is why I started off with comfort food, because abortion is an issue without a lot of comfort.
Monday, 17 September 2012
Getting big
I measured the kids today.
Princess is 48 1/2 inches (or a smudge over 4 feet).
Angel is 43 1/4 inches (or 3 an a half feet and a bit).
Little Boss is 32 1/2 inches (or well on his way to 3 feet).
When did they get so humongous?
Princess is 48 1/2 inches (or a smudge over 4 feet).
Angel is 43 1/4 inches (or 3 an a half feet and a bit).
Little Boss is 32 1/2 inches (or well on his way to 3 feet).
When did they get so humongous?
How to tell you're a parent #1
Angel has Loved construction type vehicles since she was tiny. She always gets excited when we see them, loves to play with her toy cars, and even had a digger themed birthday party.
She is a fantastic big sister, and is surprisingly generous about sharing her toys with Little Boss. They especially love playing cars and trains together. He has learned to love vehicles almost as much as she does.
Since it makes them happy every time, I'm used to pointing out bulldozers, etc. if we drive by them. I find myself doing it even when they're not in the car so that I'm just exclaiming "digger!" to myself.
Rather than being annoyed by it, I find myself strangely pleased by the construction site next to where I work. I know it would make them happy, and so it makes me happy. I slow down as I walk by so that I can peek trough the fence at the building work.
Parents appreciate the things that make their kids happy.
She is a fantastic big sister, and is surprisingly generous about sharing her toys with Little Boss. They especially love playing cars and trains together. He has learned to love vehicles almost as much as she does.
Since it makes them happy every time, I'm used to pointing out bulldozers, etc. if we drive by them. I find myself doing it even when they're not in the car so that I'm just exclaiming "digger!" to myself.
Rather than being annoyed by it, I find myself strangely pleased by the construction site next to where I work. I know it would make them happy, and so it makes me happy. I slow down as I walk by so that I can peek trough the fence at the building work.
Parents appreciate the things that make their kids happy.
Sunday, 16 September 2012
Pony, Pegasus and unicorn
Princess drew this picture and gave it to me as a "surprise." There's a pony (complete with my little pony style cutie mark), a Pegasus, and a unicorn (as well as a little bird). I love it and wanted to save it somewhere.
Friday, 24 August 2012
A Princess's Tooth
Did I mention that Princess lost her first tooth? It was a big event. Yes, the tooth fairy came. She was so excited and proud, and her new tooth started growing in almost immediately.
She did a school project were she was supposed to show a day in the life of one of her teeth. The other children had teeth that got brushed, chewed food, etc. Princess's tooth had an exciting day including ballet lessons.
We're definitely not short on creativity in this house.
She did a school project were she was supposed to show a day in the life of one of her teeth. The other children had teeth that got brushed, chewed food, etc. Princess's tooth had an exciting day including ballet lessons.
We're definitely not short on creativity in this house.
Friday, 22 June 2012
Crazy busy and just plain busy
I haven't blogged as often and I want or need to (despite all my best intentions). It's for the same reason why the floors are never as clean as I would like and my grandmother's mad at me for not calling. I have legitimately been busy.
There's no summer vacation on the agenda for us this year, but we are wearing out our annual zoo pass. Some days I think the kids belong at the zoo, and sometimes I think I probably belong in one of the cages. They all love coming.
We still don't feel completely settled or at home since moving. There are a lot of things I miss about our old life, and I worry about things like the tree we planted. I know we were supposed to move, but I still don't know why.
There's no summer vacation on the agenda for us this year, but we are wearing out our annual zoo pass. Some days I think the kids belong at the zoo, and sometimes I think I probably belong in one of the cages. They all love coming.
We still don't feel completely settled or at home since moving. There are a lot of things I miss about our old life, and I worry about things like the tree we planted. I know we were supposed to move, but I still don't know why.
Tuesday, 5 June 2012
And suddenly summer
I feel like it was just Christmas...and suddenly it's summer and I have a toddler instead of a baby.
Little boss is now a confidently walking one-year-old. We discovered two new teeth in his mouth today, bringing the total to 5 on the top and 3 on the bottom. He is very good at using these teeth to eat all types of grown up foods (he particularly likes beans). He also uses them to gnaw on just about anything else he can get his hands on.
Little boss also had his first swim lesson today! It was a group baby/toddler class. It's an outdoor pool so he was shivering by the end of it. Other than being cold he enjoyed it. We sang cheesy songs and bounced up and down in the pool and chased rubber ducks and all those baby swim class standards.
Apparently I missed the memo though. I showed up with no makeup, my swimsuit, and junky flip flops. The other adults showed up in glamour mode and the teacher spent as much time taking pictures (or telling her assistant when to take pictures) as teaching the kids to swim. I felt like a paparazzi chased celeb who couldn't take her kid to the pool without unflattering photos circulating gossip mag's. I think I let the yummy mug club down, but little boss and I had fun anyway.
Welcome to summer.
Little boss is now a confidently walking one-year-old. We discovered two new teeth in his mouth today, bringing the total to 5 on the top and 3 on the bottom. He is very good at using these teeth to eat all types of grown up foods (he particularly likes beans). He also uses them to gnaw on just about anything else he can get his hands on.
Little boss also had his first swim lesson today! It was a group baby/toddler class. It's an outdoor pool so he was shivering by the end of it. Other than being cold he enjoyed it. We sang cheesy songs and bounced up and down in the pool and chased rubber ducks and all those baby swim class standards.
Apparently I missed the memo though. I showed up with no makeup, my swimsuit, and junky flip flops. The other adults showed up in glamour mode and the teacher spent as much time taking pictures (or telling her assistant when to take pictures) as teaching the kids to swim. I felt like a paparazzi chased celeb who couldn't take her kid to the pool without unflattering photos circulating gossip mag's. I think I let the yummy mug club down, but little boss and I had fun anyway.
Welcome to summer.
Sunday, 5 February 2012
So it's been awhile...
2011 was a crazy year from beginning to end. Little Boss was born; Angel started preschool; life generally changed, as it has a tendency to do. The end of the year only got even more insane. We knew there was the possibility of an upcoming work related move, and then it happened much more quickly than we expected. So I disappeared from the blogosphere for awhile.
Things are still hectic and stressful and busy and exhausting and wonderful. This is life. I can't wait for life to happen or think that I'll enjoy things when... If I do that, I'll miss it. This is life. This is my kids' childhood. I already can't believe how big they're all getting. Princess can read. Angel is starting to learn letters and numbers. Little Boss is not only starting to use words, but starting to put them together.
This is my life. I spend most of it rushed off my feet and sleep deprived and underpaid, but you know what? I look at my family, and life is good.
Things are still hectic and stressful and busy and exhausting and wonderful. This is life. I can't wait for life to happen or think that I'll enjoy things when... If I do that, I'll miss it. This is life. This is my kids' childhood. I already can't believe how big they're all getting. Princess can read. Angel is starting to learn letters and numbers. Little Boss is not only starting to use words, but starting to put them together.
This is my life. I spend most of it rushed off my feet and sleep deprived and underpaid, but you know what? I look at my family, and life is good.
Tuesday, 11 October 2011
The Snip
We'd always said that when we were done having kids, my husband would go in for the snip. I'm not sure who's idea it was first or when it first came up. It just kind of made sense between us. After Little Boss was born, hubby started looking up more information about vasectomies, and we decided for sure.
It took me awhile to accept that we're done. We always said that we wanted at least three kids, but no more than five. We have three beautiful healthy children, and we remember the one we don't have with us. Being told by medical professionals and experts that we shouldn't have more kids (due to my extensive scar tissue, high risk of another ectopic pregnancy, etc.) and deciding it on our own is different though. After a lot of discussion and thought and meditation and prayer and time with my family, I feel good about it. We're done. Our family is complete.
So he went in for the snip. He was remarkably calm about the whole thing and seemed to take it pretty well in stride. Now we just have to wait for the tests to make sure that it took.
It is a little bittersweet, and it's weird to think that we can't have kids anymore. I'll never take another pregnancy test or scrutinize the screen at the ultrasound to find out what we're having or hold our newborn baby with their special newborn baby smell. On the other hand, I'm really excited not to have to worry about contraception anymore, and to know. We're finished having kids.
In the time that we've been married, I've spent most of it either pregnant or breastfeeding. It will be a change, but a good one. Our family's moving on.
It took me awhile to accept that we're done. We always said that we wanted at least three kids, but no more than five. We have three beautiful healthy children, and we remember the one we don't have with us. Being told by medical professionals and experts that we shouldn't have more kids (due to my extensive scar tissue, high risk of another ectopic pregnancy, etc.) and deciding it on our own is different though. After a lot of discussion and thought and meditation and prayer and time with my family, I feel good about it. We're done. Our family is complete.
So he went in for the snip. He was remarkably calm about the whole thing and seemed to take it pretty well in stride. Now we just have to wait for the tests to make sure that it took.
It is a little bittersweet, and it's weird to think that we can't have kids anymore. I'll never take another pregnancy test or scrutinize the screen at the ultrasound to find out what we're having or hold our newborn baby with their special newborn baby smell. On the other hand, I'm really excited not to have to worry about contraception anymore, and to know. We're finished having kids.
In the time that we've been married, I've spent most of it either pregnant or breastfeeding. It will be a change, but a good one. Our family's moving on.
Monday, 3 October 2011
Five Month Old Update
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| Little Boss's favorite cuddly toy. His favorite toys are all Eeyore (this one, a little Eeyore rattle, and a noisy one). |
He's adorable.
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