Walking Into The Light
“Aw! How old is she?!” I didn’t look up, but continued unzipping my infant daughter’s ladybug sleeper and unsnapping her onesie, both of which were soaked through with urine. My husband turned toward the curious women and smiled. “Three days old.” I
#Nesting
“Mooom!” my five-year-old cried. “We are trying to go to sleep!” “I’m almost done.” My husband said, “Do you really need to do that right now?” “Yes,” I replied. “If I go into labor tonight, I want to know the carpet's vacuumed.” My husband
Babymoon or Bust
I really wanted to go camping for our last-minute babymoon. I planned on packing a blow-up mattress and rolling around in the tent like a walrus until I got comfortable, but then the weather channel showed rain and a high