Today Sabine chased Yum Yum around with plastic plates and cat food bowls. My right lung will attest. Did I have any morning si.

Where your pants and your dignity are absent. There will be no children of my own for me. Its the best I can do. To find resolution to old family issues. To find solutions, to find peace. So to anyone that might read this, I wish you a happy mothers day. To know that mothers come in all forms and love does as well. Big love to all of you. Saying Goodbye to the Circus. This most recent series .

Biopsy results came back this afternoon and are positive for Basal Cell Carcinoma. I have several more cheerful posts in my draft folder but I think they will sit there for a few days while I regroup. All you readers who commented that you also have a weird thing you have been. 8220;Maybe this is just my new normal? Yesterd.

Interview With A Digital Bum. For the, self-described, purpose of naming tracks for an album that he had already completed. He is an interesting man with the kind of neurotic quirks normally possessed by fictitious characters on the page or screen, but I feel he is all the better for having them. Steve also cultivates what can be unequivocally considered my favorite Facebook page. Still, when I see people begging for.

I am really a strong woman. Life is really a roller coaster. To not fault yourself for anything during the process. To have hope and faith. That I love my husband so much and he must love me to endure my craziness during this time. Can you say sugar daddy? The October 15th Pregna.

Formula discrimination and reflux babies. I honestly never thought I would be discriminated against for NOT breastfeeding. Well, it turns out it goes both ways. Since when is it okay to bash someone for formula feeding? September 10, 2013.

I had this grandiose plan to reveal my true identity during Infertility Awareness Week. To lift the veil on the issue and stop lurking about, crying in my office, into my pillow and in my car when no one could see me. But, I do supp.

A couple of weeks ago, I wrote a post. About the ending of Deep Down Dark. And even before that, I critiqued the ending. Series and also The Lord of the Rings.

I just put her down and I hear her soft, sweet, zombie-like coos over the monitor as she babbles herself to sleep. It is otherwise silent in the house. The clock was moved back last night and the world is collectively sleepier than we should be at this hour. It is dark and cozy and there is something about tonight that feels sacred.