Pregnancy and Babies
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Breastfeeding, a sequel (and D-MER)
Back in June of 2019 I wrote a blog post titled “I hated breastfeeding… so I quit.” With my first baby I made it to three months breastfeeding and could not bring myself to continue another day. We were fortunate to have another month’s worth of milk stashed in our deep-freeze from nearly obsessive pumping Continue reading
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I Hated Breastfeeding… So I Quit
Like most women, I spent lots and lots of time getting ready for the arrival of our baby- birth class, decorating the nursery, showers to collect all of the items needed. One thing I didn’t spend much time on was preparation for breast feeding. Sure, I purchased nursing bras, read a fantastic book that a Continue reading
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Worth Every Itch- Intrahepatic Cholestasis of Pregnancy, mourning my birth plan, and finding joy in the process
I was so excited when we got pregnant. I didn’t even think I was; I was only a day late and having all the symptoms associated with the coming of Aunt Flow. However we were going to a party the next day and I knew I would be drinking alcohol. On the off-chance that we Continue reading
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Waiting for Baby
Avery and I were married for seven years, two months, and twenty days before we welcomed Samuel. I have written multiple posts about why you shouldn’t ask people when they are planning to have children (mostly because it is none of your business). Now, as a person with a baby, I can safely say Continue reading
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The Baby Question- Part 2
I wrote a post a while back about “the baby question”. Ave and I started getting questions about starting a family the day after the wedding (which was ridiculous to me). For a while folks stopped asking because we made it pretty clear- we were both in very intense graduate programs and there were no plans Continue reading
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The Freakin’ Baby Question
I apologize that it has been so long since my last post. Life sometimes gets in the way. I hope you like the new look of the blog; I was getting so many posts and comments, I needed a better format to organize it all. So my mother warned me when Ave and I decided Continue reading
Briefcase on the Kitchen Table 