I’m beginning to believe The Poo dropped on our doorstep fully formed, able to sleep, eat and poop all by her own self.
That’s what it feels like, ya’ll. Like I am a first-time mother for the second time. What’s THAT all about? Huh? Huh?
I can’t remember how to get him on a schedule. I can’t [...]

I want to write, I want to keep the words moving, keep them on the outside. I don’t want these words inside to back up.
I don’t want to choke on them.
When The Poo was born it felt like a slow death by drowning. Drowning in sorrow, in fear, in exhaustion … my memories of her [...]

You forget.
Nature’s way, I imagine, of convincing you to procreate again.
You forget just how long the hours between 2 and 6 a.m. can feel. Only four hours - 240 minutes - and yet, the seconds tick by so slowly that you fear you may never see the sunrise again.
But it does come, slowly, each day. [...]

My mom left Thursday afternoon, in a rush.
All of a sudden she decided she needed to get home, to attend to her pressing business there. It was a wise decision, but it was a lot like pulling off a bandage all at once.
We said our final goodbyes in my driveway, raindrops falling on our faces, [...]

I didn’t start sewing for Henry until 6 o’clock this morning. 
 
You see, I have this thing about sewing for babies whom I know are coming. It makes me nervous, and my sister, your beloved Mrs. Chicken, has had such a tough time these past few weeks and months that I didn’t want to take any [...]

I never got this close to my due date with The Poo.
On Dec. 3, I went for my first weekly OB appointment, and I shared my suspicions that the girl was breech.
“This has to be her head,” I said, paper napkin sheet draped over my knees. “Feel here.” I took the doctor’s hand and rubbed [...]

It is a lovely day here on the prairie, sunny and hot. The kind of day that begs for a morning at the pool or time spent wandering the farmer’s market in search of the perfect, sweet peach.
Alas, I am home, in my nightgown, on the sofa.
I am at T-minus 10 days and counting until [...]

The reality of our situation is beginning to dawn on The Poo.
This weekend, our Sunday began as they almost always do, when we are living in ordinary time. The girl called out to us, and we fetched her.
The sun was shining and daddy was finally home.
In between us in the big bed, The Poo snuggled [...]

My husband is finally home, but things are still out of whack.
My MIL remains with us, her plane ticket back to Washington, D.C. discarded. She was due to leave six hours before Mr. Chicken walked in the back door, and she felt sure I would go into labor the minute she left the house.
So today, [...]