There’s no denying it: I am a workaholic. I was raised to understand and appreciate the relationship between hard work and the reward of independence, so I guess technically, I love independence, and I accept that I’m only going to get there through a buttload of work. 993 more words
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(Sweet Roo is here! Elizabeth Ann arrived on the evening of November 4. This is her arrival story.)
At my 37 week appointment the week before Halloween, the midwife gave me the green light to go into labor whenever — she said often mothers just need to feel ready for labor to begin. 797 more words
When I was pregnant with our second born child we lived in a garage.
Up to that point, the garage was probably the biggest place we had ever lived… And what makes this story even better is that we had moved into this garage after learning a $10,000 lesson about what NOT to do and came back to a place who’s rental market was abysmal for a renter. 570 more words