Take all of the classes Read all of the books Assemble all of the furniture Decorate with all of the woodland creatures Put batteries in all of the gadgets Buy all of the groceries Pack all of the bags Practice all of the relaxation exercises/push positions/pain management techniques Overthink all of the things Finish all … Continue reading To-Do
The last few weeks have been blissfully uneventful, just growing and growing, with a childbirth or newborn care class thrown in here and there, a few runs to Ikea, and some excellent furniture assembly by Mike. On our way to dinner on Saturday, I took a bit of a spill, and our doctor recommended we … Continue reading The Tiniest Update on the Tiniest Anderson
I have a problem. A major, abiding problem with reading books. If you’re in the market for a few dozen books on pregnancy, childbirth, and infant care, have I got a list for you: On Pregnancy After a few weeks, I figured out that my body doesn’t actually need any books to tell it how … Continue reading Books on books on books
LOST: Two dearly loved ankles, the bones of which have not been seen for days. LAST SEEN: Holding up my entire body weight, oh, maybe a week ago? I don’t know, who checks up on their ankles? They’re definitely gone now, though. IF FOUND, PLEASE CALL: Me. I’ll be the one trying to figure … Continue reading LOST: Two (2) Ankles
Hey, remember when I used to be cool(er) and listen to music with words? Those were the good old days. /rhetorical device. Everything about Mike’s and my relationship from the moment we met felt very much within our control, in a really delightful way. There hadn’t been any obstacles to our dating, to our engagement, … Continue reading She’s Lost Control (Pregnancy Remix)
Meet your new BFFs, the Bean: Uncle Franklin and Auntie Eleanor. We were just reading some books about infant sleep when your papa hopped up from the cushy bronze bench to snap a quick pic. Also note that your mama hauled you up a snowy, icy incline to catch a peek at a frozen mountaintop … Continue reading Upstate
Bean was super bummed about last night’s game. Thunder up, little girl.
It’s true, I’m glowing. (Because there’s a lamp behind my head.)
Oh, little girl, you slay me with that bitty nose.
Bean! You did it! You kicked your Dad, kicked him square on the hand! Excellent work, Gigande Bean. I’ve really been enjoying our late night cuddle sessions, or as you like to call them, ‘karate lessons’, but your papa hadn’t been able to feel you quite yet— until BOOM! THWACK! He looked at me and … Continue reading BOOM!