The day that test came up positive, I formed a bullet list in my mind of the things I wanted to do before the new baby arrived. Things we should’ve done as a family of three and either couldn’t afford or didn’t take time to do. Now that we’re on a short supply of time…
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Where I find myself asking “why me?”
I’ve been chewing on this post and tiptoe-ing around the taboo since announcing this pregnancy for fear of offending or ostracizing or something to someone. Or myself from the rest of the universe. But I can’t NOT write this. I’ve had over a month for this pregnancy to sink in and I’m still not sure…
Quick! Before I pass out!
I think there’s something about seeing a positive pregnancy test and reading the words “1st trimester fatigue” that makes me insanely, ridiculously tired. Like, tired beyond my usual brand of tired. (Which is pretty tired, actually.) And instantly. I’ve gone to sleep at 9:00 twice already and I’m usually asleep by 10:00. Getting out of…
Funny, I don’t remember packing that
When I go anywhere, I’m a pretty meticulous packer. I make a list of what I’m taking with specific item details. The list doesn’t just say “black dress.” It says “faux wrap black dress with five buttons.” (Also? I laugh and roll my eyes when Dan does this. Because he takes my OCD packing nature…
I’m freaking out. On the inside.
Today is the day, people. This is it. In approximately 13 hours, I will land in San Diego and HUG KATE SLUITER‘S FACE. Even though she is not a hugger. And? I will be at BlogHer with the most fantastic roommates ever in Alena, Diana, and Suz. 3,000 like-minded people will descend on the same…