Having a kid is a lifelong contract. Like this is forever. Locked in and no keys. And I love it, even on days that I don’t. I am a gushy person but also realistic. I’m the one that snickers when somebody gives the “don’t go to bed angry” advice at wedding showers. Or when a… Continue reading Buried
Several months ago, on a visit to the gyno, I was told that the fibroid she had been watching had seemingly gotten bigger and sent me for an ultrasound. Well ultrasounds aren’t as fun when there isn’t a tiny human waving at you. But I love watching surgeries on YouTube and such so I laid there fascinated… Continue reading Himberly? Wait, what?