Family life

You could easily argue that I married Donald not HOPING that he would be a good father or even KNOWING that he would be a good father, but BECAUSE he would be a good father. Still, I reached the last few →MORE...

When we bought our house, Donald picked me up and carried me over the threshold.  He banged my head on the hallway door frame.  Twice.  And then he apologized profusely as he laid me onto our mattress.  We stayed up for →MORE...

Apr 15, 2009
I waited nearly a year after our wedding before I tacked “Christensen” to the end of my name.  It was an inordinately difficult decision to make.  I mean, you love a guy, right?  But does love mean that you should give →MORE...

Apr 10, 2009
Donald and I spent a large chunk of time snuggling and reading out loud to one another last night.  This back-and-forth is something we try to make a habit of, and we’ve said for months that this is something we will →MORE...

The human body is weird.  And the pregnant human body is beyond weird.  Milk leaks out of my breasts.  Everybody in the world aggravates me.  The baby wakes me up at night.  I must pee more than anyone else in the →MORE...