Since I started part one of my daughters birth story with a confession, I thought I would do the same with part two.  I may not have enjoyed being pregnant, but I loved (and I can’t stress this enough) loved giving birth.  I loved every single detail, from the moment we left in the car… Continue reading Baby Gap (Part II)

I chose this particular title for Ever’s birth story because it is actually my favorite euphemism for vagina. If that sentence isn’t enough of a prelude for you, dear reader, I plan on going into explicit detail about the “how” on the day our little rocker came to be.  You have been warned. Before we… Continue reading Baby Gap (Part I)

There is no feeling quite like being locked in a bathroom while you hold a positive stick of your urine.  The emotions that rush over you are quite indescribable, no matter if you have been trying for a month, or twenty-seven. I sat, jaw agape, and in a discernible amount of disbelief, as the emotions… Continue reading The Thin Pink Line