Busy I’ve been. I’ve been reading but not taken much time to regurgitate any of my thoughts. And that’s fine. Now that I’m in the grand third trimester, I’ve finally felt myself motivated to clean and organize: something I’ve not felt even a tiny inkling to do for the previous six months leading up to…
In lieu of the last post, in which I declared that despite my pregnant disposition, I was not emotional, I write now it appears, as a hypocrite. The third trimester has run over me like a big, fat dump truck. I knew the exhaustion would settle back in, but I always forget how difficult it…
I am not one to reminisce and rehash past events in my life, but how can I not with this one? It was the single most life-changing event I’ve known. Although I’m within a week of being in my third trimester with our third son, I’m still not a terribly emotional person, except for some…
I knew it was there. The Mother Grizzly. In my family, on my father’s side, when the women experience the Sarah Palin famed “Mother Grizzly” syndrome, in which normally calm mommy is forced into a situation where -unbeknownst to herself- she bears her teeth and bellows, roars and shakes her wild hair at anyone who…
