Happy five year anniversary, big ol’ weird house! For today’s Throwback Monday (#tbm), I give you…the blog post wherein I still felt like everything was gonna be a-ok. Hahahahahahahahaha. *** Anyone Have A Tums? (originally published July 9th, 2009) So, in roughly the amount of time it took to BUILD a new (and smallish) house, we managed to PURCHASE one! For crazy amounts of Monopoly money that I was briefly allowed to touch before it was snapped up in the {Read More}
The Third C-Section Wasn’t All That Bad…
February 10, 2014 By 6 Comments
(…And Other Things I Never Thought I’d Say.) Over the weekend I was out celebrating the birthday of my friend Maurya (happy birthday, Maurya!), and we got on the topic of childbirth. I mentioned that, surprisingly enough, my still-recent-enough-to-be-memorable third c-section was actually kind of easy. She told me that I oughta blog about it since, well, you never hear that kind of thing. (And she’s right, seeing as I spent the prior nine months Googling things like “How often do {Read More}
A Birth Story. Now With More Drugs!
December 23, 2013 By 24 Comments
Pals, as this is my third kid’s birth story, I thought I’d employ the technique of telling the tale in anecdote form. It’ll also be much more linear than anything my post-op drugged mind could otherwise manage. You’re welcome. December 19th, 2013: -I got roughly three hours of sleep the night before, what with anxiety, last minute stuff, and positively abdomen-crushing Braxton Hicks cramps. (But not labor, ha ha! Just fake labor!) -The surgery was originally scheduled for 2:30pm (meaning I’d have {Read More}
Happy Birth Day, Roo!
December 19, 2013 By 32 Comments
Friends, it’s Go Time. In less than one hour, I’ll be en route to the hospital, and all of my “Now I can have the baby ’cause…” statements won’t be quite so hilarious anymore (if they ever were) because I’ll be off to Now Have The Baby. ‘Cause. Here’s a picture I like to call 39 Weeks And All’s Well. It could also be called I’m Wearing Jammies To The Hospital, Because For Real. Or: I’ve Been Fasting For The {Read More}
A Virtual Shower, But Very Real Friends.
December 18, 2013 By 20 Comments
I happen to be an extremely lucky gal. Not only has a crazy cross-section of family and friends already made this little Roo so very, very welcomed to the world…but my bestie pals in the blogosphere have done so as well. For a couple of months now, an amazing collection of bloggers (and friends) have sent gifts to the baby (and me!) every few days. The result is a combination of birthday, Christmas, and surprise party feelings every single week. It’s {Read More}
A Shower! As In I Took One And Attended One!
December 9, 2013 By 18 Comments
I am a ridiculously lucky girl. No, I mean it. Not only has a good cross-section of the interwebs come together in support of this, my third child…but my awesome local gal pals threw me a frozen food shower this past Saturday. Ever heard of such a thing? It’s even better than it sounds: A bunch of friends host a party. That you get to attend. And, right when it’s time to leave, they all give you a bunch of food to {Read More}
Sleep. (Please.)
December 5, 2013 By 6 Comments
People have been telling me to enjoy these last two weeks of sleep before the baby comes. People are downright insane. Because I can say- with all honesty- that I’ve never slept this poorly in my entire life. That’s right, folks: my sleep is non-existent even WITHOUT this new kid. And I don’t say this sort of thing lightly. I really don’t. Back in college, when everyone was one-upping each other with brags about how little they’d slept or could get {Read More}
I’m Totally Having A Boy. Unless I’m Not.
November 18, 2013 By 26 Comments
All signs point to the fact that I am- definitely- carrying a boy: I’ve got a basketball-like belly, I seem to be gaining weight differently (THANKS, random passersby!), and I’ve been having nonstop dreams about my son. Except. I’m pretty sure most 35 week bellies are round. My weight gain is directly proportional to the fact that I couldn’t keep anything down until 21 weeks. (If I weren’t pregnant, I’d tout it as the best diet/cleanse of my entire life.) And I only {Read More}
