Last day of “three”

I feel surprisingly less sentimental about this day than I expected (although I don't know yet what tomorrow will bring).  This is the day, four years ago, that I went into labor with Anna and had one of the most transformative experiences of my adult life.  While I still deeply appreciate what it was, I... Continue Reading →

nine years

Nine years ago tonight, I sat in a hospital bed, wearing a gown and an ultrasound device strapped to my engorged belly, attended by a crabby nurse who ordered me to poop on the bed. Regardless, I was ready, calm, and happy.  I tolerated a Pitocin-induced labor for a few hours before the epidural relief... Continue Reading →

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