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The Gig is Up

Vacuuming. It’s a simple enough word, a simple enough task. Yet, I can’t recall the last time I took my vacuum out of the closet. I know my husband has vacuumed, hell, even my oldest child has vacuumed once or twice since baby Willow was born, but me, well, I don’t think I’ve vacuumed my house since before May 2,…

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Teething

Teeth! Well, actually a tooth. That is what reared it’s sharp little crown through my three and a half month old’s gums yesterday. I figured with the crankiness, sleep issues, biting {aka chewing on errrything}, and the buckets of drool that Willow was teething, but honestly, I didn’t expect teeth this early!  I mean really, she is only 3 1/2…

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What A Difference

What a difference a year makes! A year ago today, Greg and I sat in our Reproductive Endocrinologist’s office, awaiting our fourth FET (frozen embryo transfer). To say I was anxious, is an understatement. With every ounce of our beings we wanted this to work. We wanted to be pregnant. This microscopic embryo was already so loved. August 19th is…

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World Breastfeeding Week

August 1-7, 2016 is World Breastfeeding  Week.  This week is among the various weeks that are near and dear to my heart. While I feel that “fed is best”, breast is what I have chosen to do for my two youngest children. Breastfeeding is a huge challenge. It is all consuming in the beginning. I spent my first weeks, for…

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The Fam Bam Camps

My husband and I bit the bullet, so to speak, and we took our newborn on her first camping trip. We spent the weekend in central California at Lake Lopez. The trip went really well. Little Willow is such an easygoing little baby, so the whole trip was very pleasant. The heat was an issue for the first couple of…

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Hope

It took three years to conceive our newest arrival. Three long years of injections to manipulate my hormones. Three long years of repeat pregnancy loss. Secondary infertility and pregnancy loss weren’t part of MY plan. I never considered that those two plights would factor into my life. But, both had become part of my life, defining me, changing me. By…

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