EVERY parent experiences anxiety my a$$

So I’ve been guilty of uttering, “My first child died, so I have anxiety about XYZ <insert almost any parenting related thing under the sun>,” as though no other parent has ever experienced anxiety. And usually whomever is on the receiving end of my statement either validates me or (more often, it seems) reminds me, “Oh, but EVERY new parent experiences anxiety – hahaha (yes, they sometimes laugh).” Continue reading

Mother nature is cruel

We don’t give Joel much screen time; however, on Super Bowl Sunday we made an exception and turned on the television. Prior to the Super Bowl we caught part of the Puppy Bowl, or I guess a story about the origins of it (on Animal Planet?), which was wonderful, because Joel LOVES puppies. So it was a great opportunity for us as a family to zone out together in front of the TV, and Mark and I could still feel good about ourselves, because we reasoned that Joel was getting extra time with his favorite animal, at least virtually. Continue reading

Backyard bliss

So it’s cold here. Like negative something degrees. And I’m pretty much confined to my house, because… Germs. And I’m wanting to write about a lighter topic, because these last several months have been a bit intense, and, not surprisingly, my feelings are still pretty intense… (Hello, PPA and PPD – so nice of you to visit me again.) And also because I have little energy. And also because the outdoors are on my mind, because I’m perpetually looking out the window at them, unable to enjoy them, my cabin fever beginning to rage… So here’s an update on the other event that defined our 2017 besides the arrival of baby Fredrik (who’s doing well, by the way)… Our backyard renovation! Continue reading

Third not second; three not two

Oh hi there. Since I last posted, I’ve been (surprisingly) successfully knocking out my massive to-do list, as well as just trying to survive. For those interested, Finch seems to be doing well. Also, I flirted with a late-onset gestational diabetes diagnosis for a few days, but, alas, after about eleven finger pricks to take my blood sugars, it’s been determined that I don’t have it. So just another stop on my maternal fetal medicine schooling rotation, I guess. Continue reading

So much to do, so little time

Tonight I resurrected my rainbow chain, which I’ll use to help me count the days down to Finch’s scheduled birth date, except the links are Christmas colors (rather than rainbow colors) this time… Also, the chain is much shorter compared to last time (I’ve constructed it later in this pregnancy), which is good, because ohhh emmm geee, you guys, 70 links last time was excessive, equivalent to making a Christmas countdown chain in early OCTOBER. Continue reading