The end! My last post with the minnow on the inside. And I’ll keep it short and sweet, which is how this pregnancy seemed to go. Amazing. Now that I am an expert on gestating – I have some final thoughts to share. Pregnancy is so weird and so amazing and so bizarre and… Continue reading the end of the end

Crunch time. I feel like there is so much to do! Like we need to be doing stuff! There must be stuff to be done! What should we do? WHAT ARE WE DOING?! And yet… everything is done. We played electrician and put in a ceiling fan in the nursery without having to reap the… Continue reading Rounding Third

Feeling good, feeling great, feeling grand! Feeling more and more like I’m lugging around a bowling ball with every minute that passes, but loving it. The little monster moves around constantly, and I think I am going to miss having the karate kid inside of me when D-Day arrives and liberates it from my pelvis.… Continue reading the middle of the end

Homestretch. Feels so good to get to this point! Some of my most exciting realizations about making it this far in my human growing: 1. Minnow has a decent chance of making it in this big, bad world with the little gills it has already grown if it accidentally swims down my soon to be shredded… Continue reading the beginning of the end

Dude, pregnancy is insane. Literally every day my mind is blown by the way my body is just kinda growing a human from scratch without any help from me. I’m a one man Olympic event over here! I’m trying to remember to take the time to love every second of what is happening, and making… Continue reading rosiE – the body issue

Once upon a time, literally right now, Gatesy always works round the clock  Merger’s been a bitch He’s down on his luck It’s tough, so tough  Rosie works the clinic all day Workin’ for her man (and crustacean) She brings home her pay For love, for love She says we’ve gotta hold on to what we’ve got It… Continue reading smack dab in the middle

I’ve was a Daddy’s girl from the start. As a freshly baked potato hot from the oven I was the rudest baby ever, constantly screaming and carrying on, crying for no reason, giving my poor mom no break in the screeching action for hours on end. Yet when my dad would come home after a long day of rolling… Continue reading father’s day

We are popping! According to the What to Expect manifesto, the little scallop is apparently measuring in at about the size of the palm of my hand – and God knows I have large hands – but for whatever reason, this palm-sized creature of the deep equates to my stomach starting to resemble a large exotic melon of… Continue reading the middle of the middle

Things have vastly improved! Despite the many warnings I heard from people that their morning sickness lasted literally until they were popping the kid out, I am so thankful to report that I woke up on the morning of the first day of the second trimester feeling like a GD champ. I can look at grilled… Continue reading the beginning of the middle

A note to sir or madam fetus: Hello down there. I would read this out loud to you but you are still just a little alien and your ears aren’t quite looking like ears yet, and you cannot yet hear sound. Don’t fret, you can read this for yourself someday and be embarrassed about my… Continue reading mother’s day