I wish my prayers for my children were as simple as choosing a “life verse” for them, assigning it thusly and praying it over and over them. It seems too simplistic and yet too overwhelming a task to choose a single passage to assign a child as his or her life goals. At the same time, I can’t help… Continue reading A Prayer for My Children
On Tuesday morning Nora Beth woke up with just a bit of her normal shimmer missing. By lunchtime it became clear that she was not right at all. We scrambled to find a working thermometer and confirmed that indeed she was running a fever. I was able to get her into our pediatrician’s office that… Continue reading Grocery Budget Breakdown: Harris Teeter
When we announced we were pregnant with Nora Beth almost exactly 2 years to the day that we announced our pregnancy with this new little sprout, I shared a bit about our process with IUI here (note to self: make that chicken again soon). Some parts of our journey (how very Bachelorette of me) were… Continue reading Where Our Babies Come From: Rd. 2
Hi friends! Today you can find me blogging about beloved s’more cookies over at A. Liz Adventures’ delightful blog. Hop on over and be sure to make a batch for yourself this weekend!
You know when you’re ghosting that friend but then spot them across the gym and sort of wave and hope they don’t come over and say hi? No? That’s just my introversion paranoia? Well, pretend with me that you are less capable of healthy social interactions than you are, and you’ll be on my level. And… Continue reading Grocery Budget Breakdown: Costco + On Our Plates
I was up until 3:00 this morning finishing a work project. I toiled for 15 hours straight with a break for a mental unraveling, a micro-workout, and toddler bath time. The project never, ever should have taken that long, but a few weak links in the process led to a massive headache on my end.… Continue reading Grocery Budget Breakdown
This week is National Infertility Awareness Week. Which is nice in its sentiment, but for those of us walking through the wild wilderness of infertility, we’re aware every single pulse and breath of every single second. Always, always, always aware. Mother’s Day is in 11 days. I expected to be nearly a mother of two… Continue reading When the Hope is Hard