My righteous indignation seems to have faded. Lies are less a part of my mindscape, truths and truths to come are taking over. I've said before, I think, that this advent of pregnancy for me has been humbling. I'm a bit lost, floating in joy for the knowledge of this wholly unexpected gift inside me... … Continue reading Well then… what now?
Dearest Sprout: Your Daddy has started to call you Little Bit, a name we used to call you before Groot came into our lives. Forgive me if I change your name from here on out. I want Daddy to be comfortable with what we call you until you have your forever name. The calendar says … Continue reading Letters to the Editor, part IV.
I see from the calendar that I've avoided journaling for a week now. It's time to revisit the habit. One week ago, I was bouncing around, having held on to the quiet certainty that I was, for the first time in my life, pregnant. Seven days later, I have to believe I still am. It's … Continue reading Gently, like the sound of snow falling.