We’re excited and relieved to announce that Joel Christopher was born today (July 27, 2016 at 37+0) at 12:46pm kicking and screaming. He weighed in at 8 pounds, 4 ounces and measured 20.5 inches long. Our family is doing well, and we’re already so in love with him. More details and better photos to come later!
So my recent stress mostly relates to timing of delivery. I’m having a scheduled C-section, which means I get to (within reason and provided I don’t go into labor) choose the date that Jay is born. And I’ve chosen it, setting my rainbow chain accordingly. But it doesn’t mean I don’t second guess myself… So, needless to say, this decision is weighing heavily on me to say the least. Continue reading
So this story is embarrassing, and I should probably be writing something more reflective/serious, but I just can’t because I feel compelled to write this instead because it seems more fun and also distracting… So last Thursday night we had what I’d consider to be a three-alarm fuckory at our house, which confirmed to us that during this time of heightened anxiety, in moments of non-stress, Mark and I can be relied upon to go ahead and manufacture some stress ourselves. Continue reading
I plan to write about how we spent Matthew’s birthday later, but it’s been a rollercoaster of a week, so for now I’m going to pretend I’m a teenage boy who generally only provides one word answers to questions and possesses the personality of a dead fish, and my parents are trying to drag some information out of me at the dinner table via the “high/low” conversation starter game, and then it all comes spewing out because there actually are so many highs (maybe) and lows beneath the surface. Continue reading
I started this blog in Matthew’s memory, and I continue to write it in his honor, so I feel I must post something on his first birthday, but to post much of anything feels disingenuous, because my heart is so heavy, and I lack the words at the moment. Continue reading
I keep being reminded that things could have been different. Continue reading
The other day, as I walked into the living room, I overheard Mark tell Howie (our dog), “When you die, we’ll stuff you and hang you above the mantle.” He was kidding, but it was weird, but I guess also not too out of the ordinary for a conversation taking place in our home. Continue reading