Donald and I want another baby. It’s a fierce desire, this longing for another child.  We look at our family of three at the dinner table and feel that someone is missing.  We see our daughter totter about independently and want →MORE...

*** This post is part of a blog carnival hosted by The Leaky Boob in celebration of World Breastfeeding Week.  We all know that I’m a total lactation freak, right?  THAT SAID, I also want to direct you to this recent →MORE...

When I first started this blog, I talked about poop with alarming frequency.  My entire pregnancy was an exercise in constipation and although I thoroughly enjoyed my role as Incubator Extraordinaire, I did not particularly appreciate my role as Non-Pooper.  But →MORE...

As her first birthday creeps ever nearer, I find myself reminiscing about her birth.  I remember laying my hands on my belly that Monday morning, feeling the tightening and loosening of muscles beyond my control, worrying that motherhood might not suit →MORE...

When Charlotte was born, I felt as though my entire world flipped upside down.  There were entire days spent in tears because my nipples hurt and my head ached and my stitches burned.  One day, I showered four times because I →MORE...