my mantra lately? this is temporary. pregnancy nausea? this is temporary. pregnancy heartburn and acid reflux? this is temporary. pregnancy exhaustion? this is temporary. first trimester? this is temporary. four week summer head cold? this is temporary. four weeks of not being able to go to the gym because of head cold? this is temporary. residual chest wall irritation from coughing? this is temporary. my daughter having up all night parties in the middle of the night? this i
this past weekend we were in PA for a family wedding. we had four profile showings in a two week period in january. as we were nearing the date of the wedding, i was praying that things would quiet down on the profile showing front until after we returned home on sunday, february 4. and wouldn't you know, god answered! after four profile showings in two weeks, we went two weeks with NO profile showings. so we were able to travel to PA and enjoy seeing david's extended family
the monday before thanksgiving, i experienced a resurgence of insomnia with anxiety and depression that lasted in earnest about a week and a half. all things considered, that's not too bad. i had recognized a decline in my emotional state since weaning off my medication about two months ago, which also coincided with when we expected to be approved to be a waiting family for adoption. that approval process taking an extra two months plus and other compounding circumstances pr
this morning i'm at kroger with bina wheeling around the dumb cart with the play car in front. which, side note, just equals less cart space and a much longer cart to maneuver. thanks so much to whoever invented these dumb things that my kid sees and flips out about and next thing i know i’m wheeling around a double long grocery cart with my toddler jumping in and out because the seat belt is broken. so this is the state in which you find me as i'm rolling through the produce
i was hoping that bina would stay in a crib until she was five. ok, that's pushing it. three. i thought maybe we would have another solid year of crib confinement. but no. bina the explorer discovered the morning of tuesday, july 4 that the pack n play could not contain her. how fitting that she discovered her new found freedom on independence day, of all days. this one. always going out with a bang. we drove up to northern michigan to spend fourth of july weekend at my dad's
bina turned two on june 1. though she had been acting two for awhile already. i read in a book that 18-22 months is a tough stage, and then they're great from 2-2.5 before they hit another tough stage at 2.5. this news slightly concerned me as bina had been driving me rather nuts the two weeks prior to her second birthday. if this is the perfect angel version, i don't even want to know what the next tough stage is going to be like! fortunately the last few days have been very
brittain here. just sharing my journey day to day with lots of laughs along the way.