I know what you are going to say.
I am going to write this post and then you are going to say, “Oh honey it’s so normal.”
And I don’t want you to say that.
Because I know it’s normal.
But that doesn’t make it any easier.
Also, I don’t want to write this post only to have you read it and say, “Oh honey, you are strange.”
Because I know that too. Continue reading
This morning was really interesting. Continue reading
i know i told you that i would postthis morning but, thing is . . .
(let me switch the baby to the other shoulder)
(typing one handed ishard exclamation point)
i tried posting late last night
(or was it early morning question mark)
and i fell asleep with the laptop staring back at me.
then i tried to post this morning but, thing is . . .
(crying because i love my baby so much)
my time is somehow being absorbed by other tasks
making it hard to sit one place
for very long
before there is some thing/some one
(wait, sprinkler repairman at the door))
that distracts me so that i can’t post.
but there is something i really wanted to say,
it is what i feel so strongly in my heart
so important for me to share
and the very reason i keep
to post is:
(hold on, i’ve got visitors)
what was i saying question mark
Here was the revelation: Courtney, you will give birth at home. Continue reading
It looked like an egg dissected down the middle. But instead of a slimy and shapeless center, the yolk was beating.
Hump. Hump. Hump.
“Fast and healthy!” said Katie as she moved the ultrasound baton over Lucy’s belly.
My baby had a male appendage, and Lucy’s had a heartbeat. All was well at the doctor’s office that winter afternoon.
Until later that night when Lucy called me crying,
“I’m bleeding.” Continue reading