Well, gang, we’re at thirty-six weeks and counting. As truly surreal as it still is, things are getting real. I’ve planned, prepped, and frozen a month’s worth of meals. The nursery is juuust about done. We have three (!!) car seats installed in our car now. And I spent an…

I’m 32 weeks (and four days….but who’s counting? ME. I’M counting.) pregnant now, and to be perfectly frank, I did not think I would get this far. The bleak prognoses we got from so many specialists made me fully believe that I would never enter the third trimester with this…

What are the odds that, in the middle of all this baby girl drama, our little Sawyer boy would — somehow — contract scarlet fever?? That’s right. The same scarlet fever as in The Velveteen Rabbit. The same as in Little Women. The scarlet fever that used to be one…

Doctors can tell us nothing. The maternal-fetal specialist we saw was 100% certain that our baby had a chromosomal defect. One hundred percent certain. She told us, verbatim, that never in 30 years had this ever been anything except a chromosomal defect. Well, after a blood test, a karyotype test,…

The story continues. Our first round of genetic testing came back NEGATIVE for everything the doctor thought this could be. Negative. Where did that leave us? With an insane amount of hope. We must have just been overreacting before. All the tears we cried, all the heartache, it was all…

Here’s how this story goes: You’re eighteen weeks pregnant. You’ve been grouchy about it the whole time, the nausea, the heartburn, the aches and pains, the maternity clothes. It’s been hard, really hard, this time. And then! You start feeling kicks. Sweet, little baby movements. The kicks and rolls and…