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Categories: Blog, Daughters, gratitude, perspective, Surrogacy, thankful, The Babies!
It’s hard to imagine that three years has passed since Reagan and Isabella joined our family. Jennifer, our friend and their gestational carrier, joined our family for a celebration last night and she asked me if I though time was passing quickly.
“They just seem so grown up.”
And they are.
No longer babies, these two little ladies are really starting to show us who they are. To me that’s one of the greatest gifts of parenthood. Our children are not ours to mold and shape. They certainly aren’t extensions of ourselves. As parents, Sean and I can’t decide whether Reagan will be a ballerina or a basketball player or whether Isabella will be a tomboy or the most feminine girly-girl on the block. Of course, we have influence on what our children are introduced to but once the introduction is made, it truly is our job to observe and let the child show us who they are.
It’s a privelege to watch them unfold.
At three, Reagan is feisty. She knows what she wants and she protests … Read the rest
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Categories: 1015 The River, Blog, Blogging Honestly, perspective
I bought four pillows the other day. Not throw pillows or decorative little squares. They were full fledged, I-need-this-to-sleep-comfortably bed pillows. And they were all for me.
The clerk in the bedding section of the department store must have thought I was a little odd. I mean, I’m sure it’s normal for people to hit the pillows or squish the pilllows but I was pressing them against my side; squeezing them between my knees; and hugging them to my very pregnant body all in hopes of determining which one would help me sleep.
You see, I’m getting big.
I can no longer sleep on my stomach. I haven’t been able to lay on my left side since I pee’d on that stick--sleeping on my left side makes me throw up. As a result, my right hip is starting to get a little sore–especially considering I can’t lay flat. I have to keep my upper body raised in order for gravity to help my Nexium-Zantac-Tums cocktail keep the contents of my stomach–well–in my stomach.
Making matters even more challenging, I have a horrible case of restless leg syndrome. I honestly didn’t even know RLS was a thing until two pregnancies ago. With Mary Kate and Logan I had minor … Read the rest
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I was cruising along minding my own business. McFlurry in one hand and the treasure of five yards of bargain-priced, perfect nursery-window-treatment fabric sitting comfortably in my passenger seat. It was even peaceful as the kids were safely at home with my trusted sitter. Life was good. Until it wasn’t.
I was on my way back home and on a deadline. My sitter had to leave at one and at 12:50 pm I was cutting it a little close, but that was okay. I had accomplished everything on my errand list and was on the home stretch. That’s when I noticed the red minivan in front of me. It was drifting left of center as we made our way westbound through a busy intersection. I remember thinking, “Correct. Correct! CORRECT!” And he did. But only after it was too late.I was right on his tail as he side swiped three cars sitting in the east bound left-hand turn lane. Rear view mirrors, glass and metal flew everywhere and because we were moving at a pretty good clip, there wasn’t time to stop. Next thing I knew we were hundreds of yards past the scene of the accident. And still driving.
LIKE NOTHING EVER HAPPENED.
I immediately noticed he’d … Read the rest
Two Bizarre Phone Calls; Four Staples in His Head; and A Remote Control Car Stuck in Her Hair…Just A Couple of Reasons I Should Never Leave My House
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Categories: Blog, college, From The Files of You Can't Make This Sh*t Up
My sister-in-law, Jo Ann, and I have a lot of repetitive conversations. One of them always starts with, “If I die please promise me …”. I’ve filled in the blank with making her promise SHE’LL pick out my casket attire; SHE’LL make sure my house is clean before my wake; and–as should’ve been the case this past Saturday–SHE’LL supervise anytime Sean feels the need to cut one of our daughter’s hair.
Why was Sean cutting Mary Kate’s hair?
Well, let me start from the beginning.
Ryan is searching for colleges. He’ll begin his senior year in August and in an attempt to get our parental ducks in a row we have scheduled four college visits before the academic year begins. Early in June Ry and I set off on a two night road trip to visit Indiana University in Bloomington, and my alma mater, Miami University in Oxford, Ohio. Both schools have stellar business programs–which is what Ryan wants to study. One of the schools fit his criteria. He wants a “big school”. One where he can earn a reputable degree AND have fun attending football and basketball games. If you know anything about Miami, you know that it’s football and basketball teams are not all that great. … Read the rest
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Categories: Blog, pregnancy, Travel, Travel Trouble
19 1/2 weeks and I’m half way.
I know for most women twenty weeks marks the half way point of pregnancy but given my history of early deliveries combined with the fact that my doctor says I can’t go any longer than 39 weeks, I think it’s safe to say I’ve hit the the gestational summit. It’s all downhill from here. Right?
Actually I’m well aware that the most potentially challenging parts of this pregnancy–namely the third trimester–are ahead of me. I tend to run into issues with labile hypertension (fancy term for blood pressure that dances up and down like a stipper on a pole) at around 28 weeks. So, I figure I have nine weeks to blissfully skip through the field of this pregnancy that finally is allowing me to feel human again.
Dare I write it…my morning sickness is gone.
Honestly, it’s hard for me to express how grateful I am to be through the first trimester of hell. April and May of 2014 will go down as two of the darkest most sickly months of my life. The shock of this pregnancy still often catches up to me and during those moments of surrealness I wonder why this has happened. Then a wave … Read the rest