pregnancy

Pregnancy #2: 7-11 weeks.

June 13, 2018 by Lindsay Leave a Comment

Once we got over the initial YAY NEW PREGNANCY information, we spent a few days holding the information to ourselves, which I always think is fun. I'm not really one to hide for any specific length of time, but there's something sweet and innocent about being the only person (plus a partner or whoever else) who knows this information, if that makes any sense at all.

We told our families and a few best friends after we'd known for a week or so, when I was still super duper early - people we'd tell if I had a miscarriage, basically. Then it was the dance of figuring out what events to skip because I was super tired all the time, and drinking a crap ton of soda/cranberry in public when I wanted it to appear like I was drinking. I'm not one to pass up drinks at social events, but other than that there was nothing really outward that would have given me away at that point. ...

Pregnancy #2: 0-6 weeks.

June 7, 2018 by Lindsay 1 Comment

And so here we are again, another pregnancy and I just can't believe it.

Almost three years ago we were just starting this family-building journey, learning tons, managing emotions, planning for the future, and it feels SO far away yet like it happened five seconds ago. I can't believe Beck is almost three, I can't believe it's NOT crazy that we are having another kid "this soon," I can't believe how effing old I feel. It also feels surreal to be writing it all out here, again, something I personally love because getting things OUT is good but also it feels very indulgent at the same time, sorry about that.

Let's start at the beginning! Around the time Beck turned one Jay realized that maybe a second child wouldn't be a bad thing. I'd known that all along, but we didn't have any kind of concrete plan as to when a second child would be ideal (scratch that. in the truest sense of the word, children are not ideal, full stop). While Beck was one I started a new job, Jay celebrated a year at his new job, we tried unsuccessfully to sell our house and started the process of adding on instead. Then kind of all of a sudden Beck was two and maybe we should talk about this. Also along the way one of my college best friends got engaged to be married in IRELAND this summer, so I very intentionally didn't mention getting pregnant until less than 30 weeks before her wedding because I super duper want to go to Ireland. Even though I might not be able to for other reasons. ...

At 6 Weeks Postpartum

January 20, 2016 by Lindsay Leave a Comment

At so we have a 6 week old!

But this isn't about her. I mean, it's about her, but you know. More about her...entry point?

Sorry, SORRY. I know. Let's get back to the recipes and baby pictures, right?

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2015 In Review

December 31, 2015 by Lindsay Leave a Comment

Guys, it's the last day of the year. Can you even believe it? It seems like five seconds ago that we were welcoming our neighbor's baby into the world and having a really quiet little NYE at our place with food and friends this time last year. This year we're a family of THREE, we're having an even more quiet NYE, and it's been just the best year. Also, as of about 6 weeks ago I was still writing 2014 on hospital forms, so let's see how long it takes 2016 to sink in! Probably until 2020.

Stop, please, time. kthanks.

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Beck's Birth Story {jay's version!}

December 22, 2015 by Lindsay Leave a Comment

The phrase, “zero to sixty” is usually reserved for the automotive industry. It typically describes how quickly a certain car can accelerate to sixty miles an hour. However, on rare occasions it can accurately illustrate how fast a man can move when awakened by his wife saying, “Honey, I’m in labor. We gotta get up and go.” I couldn’t have hopped out of bed faster if I had springs mounted on my ass. Like a bullet from a gun I was propelled into reality at break-neck speed. “Oh shit! What can I do? How are you feeling? Did your water break? Oh shit! What the fuck!?” All of those questions came racing off my tongue while running in place. If I were Fred Flinstone, there would have been a plumb of smoke peeling off my feet. We were off to the races.

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