A year and a half ago, I was depleted, stressed, lonely as a new stay-at-home-mom, and sick of leaving home to work part time jobs in the evenings and on the weekends. I craved family time, but found myself in a situation where my husband would walk through the door, and I would hand him the baby and leave. I craved adult connection. I wanted to start my day with purpose and meaning. I felt tired by 2 p.m., and often napped when my baby napped.
Read More¡Bienvenidos a Miami!
Last weekend our family drove down the coast of Florida and ended up in the Miami area for teachers' conference. Some of our best friends from college who live in the area offered up their guest bedroom for the weekend, and we gladly took them up on it. Besides the 3 babes running around, it felt just like we were back in college.
Read MoreIt might seem strange to be typing up my 2-year-old's birth story just days before her baby brother is due to arrive. On my walk this morning, however, I thought about this waiting game. This time of being full term, hoping that every cramp is a sure sign of labor. I thought of how miserable it feels to even go for a slow walk (the pressure on my hips, pelvis, and back is insane right now). But I'm working on gratitude, and realized what a miracle it is to be experiencing this at all!
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