When I last left you, moppets, I was about to head in for a c-section. We called my doula, who was on her way home and was like, “What? Now? Okay, hold on, I have to changes shoes!” (No flip-flops in the OR, which apparently is a rule. Besides, who wants to get placenta on
Tater’s Birth story, Part One
Oh, the long overdue birth story. Five months later. It still feels weird to share this; not because it’s too private, but because it’s still a trip to think that it happened. I HAD A BABY, Y’ALL. Not that I could forget. He’s in the other room, yelling at the dog. (Who was it that
9 more weeks? Sh*t.
Ah, pregnancy. Between growing a tiny human, work, class and trying to make Jethro do the dishes more than once a week (I mean, REALLY, son?) my second trimester was busy. And fun, though I wish I’d realized how fun it was at the time. Seriously, I could be 6 months pregnant for the rest
Mini-Update
Christ on a cracker…I’m tired, y’all. I let myself slack off on blogging during second trimester so I could catch up on my classes and life in general, but now that I’m waddling through third…I’m tired. Not of y’all, I heart every single one of your faces, just in general. I have about 27 (not
The agony of defeat
So I had my 20 week sonogram on Tuesday. I spent the night before bouncing off the walls and talking too much, and the day-of feeling like I was going to throw up. The sono wasn’t just about finding out the sex, it was about whether Tater was growing correctly, had all the right parts,
Before and After
As much as I’d like to think that pregnancy hasn’t changed me, my first trimester done messed my world UP. Aside from the constant weirdness physically —”I’m hot! My boobs hurt! I’m cold! Hug me! I’m gonna throw up! My head hurts! GOD, I’m so tired! Don’t touch me! Why is it so HOT in