This is a long post, so hold onto your butts.
I started writing this blog post when Iris was just 3 weeks old while she was momentarily sleeping in her pack-n-play and while I was trying to take 5 seconds to pee. 821 more words
Tonight I have the honor of holding the heavy body of a warm, fevered two month old as she sleeps. These past two months with her feel as most major things do–simultaneously brief (“I can’t believe she’s already two months!”) and infinite (“I can’t remember how it was without her in my life!”). 87 more words
When I first found out I was going to be a mother, I, like most woman, uhhhhh freaked the heck out!
For someone like me who has been selfishly single for 5 years – only having to worry about myself, making sure Sex in the City is recorded, and bottles of wine are always at arms reach – it is safe to say I am… 853 more words
I always knew I wanted to be a mother. It was never a question. I knew it was part of my destiny even as a young girl and I truly couldn’t wait. 1,176 more words