It’s been ten whole weeks – 72 days exactly – since Tillie graced us with her presence. We’ve got two more weeks left in the “fourth trimester,” and we’ve survived. On one hand, it feels like I blinked and suddenly ten weeks have passed. On the other hand, it seems like those first few days…
At 4:36 a.m. on April 27th, two days before her due date, Jeremy and I welcomed Matilda Catherine into the world. Tillie’s birth was hard, wonderful, nerve-wracking, beautiful, and pretty much nothing like I had imagined it. I woke up on Friday, April 26th with a strong feeling that labor was near. I wasn’t having…
As I write this, I am 37 weeks and two days pregnant. It feels pretty surreal knowing that Jeremy and I will be meeting our daughter in less than a month (really, I’m hoping less than three weeks but I’m trying to be realistic and patient). I’ve got to say… these final couple weeks have…
Holy. Moly. We officially entered the third trimester two weeks ago today, which means I can finally write a recap on our second trimester! Most of the moms I’ve spoken to say the second trimester was their favorite, and while I can’t claim that until I’ve experienced them all… I will say, it was a…
My teenage years are broken up into two distinct parts: before cancer and after cancer. Every memory I have automatically falls into a category in relation to my dad’s diagnosis. I got my driver’s license before cancer, and I graduated high school after cancer. I applied to college before cancer, and I got accepted after…
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I had my first panic attack during my senior year of high school, in the middle of anatomy class. We were prepping for a lab where we’d prick our finger, draw a bit of blood, and determine our blood type. I had been looking forward to this lab – I loved this kind of thing. Right…
If I had a dollar for every time someone called me “brave” for publicly sharing my struggles with alcohol abuse and sobriety, I wouldn’t be driving around with a massive dent in the side of my car that I can’t afford to get fixed. My propensity for over-sharing my life – the good, the bad,…
