I stood in the kitchen, my phone in hand, ready to get my gripe on. Fortunately, my sister wasn't answering. Inside I whined, "but who's gonna listen to my problems?" So I just continued to stand there doing nothing. Until it dawned on me. "If I can't spend 5 minutes dealing with my feelings, I … Continue reading My Power Tool For Problem Solving: EFT Tapping
Truly was the first baby we let sex be a complete surprise. No ultrasounds, no pre-birth shopping trips for adorable outfits. All of Tennyson's baby gear was saved and we had plenty of white onesies; I felt satisfied that we had what we needed for either a boy or girl. Until today. Why does all … Continue reading Blue for Boys, Glitter for Girls. Who Cares What Your Baby Wears?
I lay on the bed, my knees propped up like a display holder, my baby against my legs like a china plate. A wiggly china plate. She put her feet together in a yoga pose, her toes splayed out and waving like sea anemones. My fingers brushed against each digit, marveling at the velvety feel of … Continue reading To Let You Feel My Love
I hit a wall tonight. I'm done with being pregnant. I don't want to go to sleep only to be wide awake for three hours between 2am and 5am with nothing to do. I'm due November 8th and have a wedding scheduled for November 12th that I promised to photograph for at least a portion … Continue reading A Cord of Two Strands
I love to travel. I love to run away, too. Right now I *might* be escaping a slew of editing deadlines because my heart is not into it. Perhaps it's that I thought I was going into labor at 3am and laid in bed for over an hour integrating the rushes and focusing on having … Continue reading Satisfaction: Happiness Through Memory
I woke up ridiculously early again today. Just couldn't go back to sleep. So I doodled around online, worked on some projects, took myself for a walk to see the sunrise, came home and painted a canvas.As I approached the house after my walk, I stopped and stared. Inside held 4 people I love, a … Continue reading 38 Weeks Pregnant | The Push-Pull of Waiting | Maternity Portraits
I. Hate. Waiting. I totally stink at it. If I was impatient to start looking like I was pregnant in the first trimester, the last 3 to 4 weeks of pregnancy is down right torture. "Stay busy," we moms tell each other when one is in the home stretch. "Enjoy sleep while you can. … Continue reading 37 Weeks Pregnant // Confessions in the Home Stretch