“Or Else I’ll Forget” Friday: Part 1

I’ve been plugging away at the birthday list and am pleased to report I am on target for accomplishing just shy of an eighth of the list before I turn 38. The crux of my “writing to remember or else I’ll forget” practice is the writing and remembering or else part, and so here we are. Welcome to “Or Else I’ll Forget” Fridays, a not-at-all regular series wherein I try to remember what the hell I’m doing with my life.

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This Week Can Go Fuck Itself, Some Thoughts on Grief — or, Some Words About My Sister-Friend Jessica

Yesterday started out like any other day, as bad days sometimes do. I woke up after a full night’s sleep already tired. I nursed a toddler. I changed a dirty diaper. I went to work. I drank half a pot of coffee. Then my mom called, and I answered. Continue reading “This Week Can Go Fuck Itself, Some Thoughts on Grief — or, Some Words About My Sister-Friend Jessica”

Let’s Talk About Me

Since I became a mom, I have fallen prey to the one tragic thing I heard happens to some moms but never believed would happen to me, and that is the almost compulsive urge to put someone else’s needs first, before my own, all day err day. This is antithetical to my whole existence and it’s frankly a pretty cruel characteristic of parenting. Continue reading “Let’s Talk About Me”

A Baby Story — Part 3

Monday, November 3, 2014, 9 a.m.
Labor Hour 9

The passage of time during childbirth is completely confounding, especially to someone who lives with her head in the clouds and who may also be prone to exaggeration. Continue reading “A Baby Story — Part 3”

A Baby Story — Part 2

Monday, November 3, 2014, 3 a.m.
Labor Hour 3

Fortunately for Randy and the lifelong health of our young marriage, he eventually realized “I need you” was code for “this is happening with or without you, so pick a side.” Continue reading “A Baby Story — Part 2”

A Baby Story — Part 1

For the past four-plus months, whenever I’ve had 15 minutes during which a human was not attached to my upper torso, I had a choice to make: finally get around to finishing our birth story…or shower. Invariably, I chose to shower every time, sometimes multiple times a day, because it’s quiet and warm and private and mellow and requires next to no brainpower. But then one night my kid slept six hours in a row, uninterrupted, and I woke up feeling like a complete human person with mostly functioning vital organs. And then he did it again the next night. By the third night I was pretty sure what we had on our hands was a pattern, something I could rely on to happen again and again (so naïve am I), night-time hours during which I could sink deep into REM sleep for the first time since the end of my second trimester of pregnancy, such that when 15 minutes presented themselves to me after that, my first thought was not, how do I turn off and recharge, but rather, what do I do with all this free time on my hands?

So, at long last, this is my birth story. There are many like it, but this one is mine. Continue reading “A Baby Story — Part 1”

I’m a Mom

“I’M A MOM.”

That’s my defense for anything amiss in my new life. It’s a seamless and natural way of excusing my inadequate short-term memory and hygiene. Continue reading “I’m a Mom”

Countdown to Baby: EDD TODAY

I’m in a near constant state of brain fog now, drastically compromising my ability to remember the fact that I have a blog, and even though I promised to post a status update every day, I failed to take into account how many naps I need. What I have had no trouble remembering, however, is that I’m still pregnant. Continue reading “Countdown to Baby: EDD TODAY”

Countdown to Baby: T-minus Two Days to EDD

A week or so ago when I signed off my last post with “see y’all on the other side!” I was saying it like so because I sort of believed this baby would be joining us….like….imminently. I didn’t have any reason to believe that; it was just wishful thinking, a type of thought that could be described in some quarters and medical communities as “delusional.” Continue reading “Countdown to Baby: T-minus Two Days to EDD”