Just a quick update to show this picture:
And as I post this, I know -- I KNOW -- that this is medical waste that I am keeping. I swear, I am going to throw it away at some point. But right now, being able to compare the lines and seeing them darken day by day is keeping my spirits up, so these pregnancy tests are living in my medicine cabinet for now!
STAY WITH US, GIRL! STAY WITH US!
Sometimes I feel overwhelmed by my wasted potential. In my 20s, I had a blog. A blog I couldn't wait to write in. I'd go on dates — terrible ones — and would start composing full paragraphs in my brai
I'm delinquent at blogging... yet again. But this time, I have a good reason: I'm sitting at my desk in the office in our new house with a 7-week-old baby strapped to my chest. We named her Maggie and
Oh, hey, been a minute since I've been in here, huh? A LOT has gone on since the last time I wrote: * The pandemic is still raging, though both R and I have now been fully vaccinated (Johnson and John