May 17th, 2012. That was the day a nurse confirmed I was pregnant. And it was also the day I announced to my husband that he was going to be a daddy. I remember giggling over dinner as we discussed due dates, names, and nursery ideas… It seems like it’s been forever since that day…
“If not for me, do it for him.” That’s all I could cry out in my desperation as I could barely catch my breath while pressing my forehead to the wall of our shower one late summer evening after hearing the news of a friend’s pregnancy. Infertility is so hard and after nearly six years…
Ugh! It’s an ugly thought, isn’t it? The thought that you might not end this year with a baby growing in your arms, or at the very least in your womb, but still in your heart. And it’s not a thought you even want to entertain, am I right? Because if you are anything like…
As a blogger, it is always interesting and fun to go back and look at your blog posts written in that year. And not just to see which ones gained the most views, but also to look back and reflect. Because for me, each blog post doesn’t just tell a story of the events that…
Every day…okay…maybe not every day…but at least several times a week I open up my inbox to find a message that usually begins a little something like this… “I really hate to bother you and I am sure you get tons of messages like this, and I might even be overstepping my boundaries, therefore…
Dear sweet little one who was gone too soon… I often wonder about you. Your face shape. Your smile. The way you would have hugged or blown me kisses. I wonder if you would have been a mama’s boy or a daddy’s girl. And what color hair I would have twirled in between my fingers.…
My phone dinged late one evening and I looked down to see a text from a friend. “So how are you doing?” she asked. I wanted to put on a smile and type back that I was fine, but in that exact moment, I was anything but fine. It had only been a couple of…
