Moriarty, my fearless Tiny Cat, my Tiny Baby Kitten, my Morty-Cat, has traveled quite the road since we adopted him less than two years ago.
I had a baby! It was eight and a half months ago, but better late than never, right? Quick birth story: Our son was born underwater in our bathtub, in our darkened bathroom, into his father’s strong hands, just as we planned. No monitors, no bright lights, no prodding hands, no medical intervention, no strangers.… Continue reading I had a baby!
Pregnancy is wild. It's like a rollercoaster, except the twists and turns of the rails differ every time you buckle in. Same ride, different track.
“Is this your first!?” It’s a question I’ve heard dozens of times over the past six months, and I’m sure to hear it dozens more times over the next six. It’s a question that, for me, has so many answers.
Our story of pregnancy and heartache in the face of devastating genetic testing results.
Because sometimes you need a reminder in order to stay positive.
My mom is the mom so many wish they'd had, and I am so lucky that she chose to be mine.
I remember sitting in my bedroom, the small room smooshed between the small living room in front and the small kitchen in back. I remember sobbing uncontrollably, holding my round belly with both hands, caressing my little one while she dozed in her peaceful bed.
We had a plan for our road to parenthood, but the best-laid plans are often foiled!
I’m in it right now. It’s not words – there aren’t even words to describe it or personify it or explain it, really. But words are all I have for expression, so I’ll try. I feel flat: without shape or depth. I feel numb: without feeling or heart. I feel empty: without substance or worth.… Continue reading In It: Feeling Adoption Loss at Christmastime