being a working mom is actually hard

Really hard. The last several months have left me feeling like I am stuck in a tornado of banality. My life is a constant playlist of the following tracks playing on repeat: Folding laundry Cleaning the kitchen Answering emails Holding a 25 lb 8 month old (my shoulder is killing me) Folding laundry part 2…

auld lang syne

Probably my favorite holiday song. It isn’t a Christmas song, but it is traditionally sung to bring in the new year. A loose translation is “long, long ago,” or “days gone by.” It is beautiful. Here is the entire English translation: Should old acquaintance be forgot, and never brought to mind? Should old acquaintance be…

twelve drummers drumming

There are actually 12 days of Christmas. I am not sure if you knew that. In our family, we celebrate the last night of Christmas, the 12th night. I hosted my first 12th night party this year. My dad’s mom actually started the tradition (which hails from medieval Europe). My grandfather was a doctor in…

newborn photos!!

Here they are!!! No explanation necessary ❤ They are also on Facebook 🙂

in the past 7 weeks, i have…

Harper is 7 and a half weeks old now. It feels like she has been on this earth for an eternity. But it also feels like time is flying. Fast. Too fast. Parenthood comes with a very steep learning curve. And we have learned a LOT in those short 7 weeks. Now, I hate mommy…

not the birth i planned, but the birth i needed

It was going to be great. A midwife-attended birth at a birth center. No drugs, no interventions. Just me, and my doula, and my husband, one nurse, and one midwife. My pregnancy had been textbook normal. No issues, everything progressing exactly when and how it should. I figured labor and birth would be the same….

the nursery

It is basically finished! We wanted it to be feminine, but not girly. I love millennial pink and grey, so that sort of served as the color palate. The painting on the wall is of a dress I actually bought for Harper that I loved so much it sort of started the gears turning for…

the “joy” of the third trimester

I am 34 weeks along now. And, as promised, I have a whole new list of complaints. Women who do pregnancy with ease and grace, I envy you. There is a baby where my lungs used to be. Shortness of breath is now a regular occurrence. Gas. All of the Gas. Fortunately I have not…