That Time I Couldn’t Rest
My clinical diagnosis was Post-Partum Obsessive Compulsive Disorder, (PPOCD) but it was truly Post-Partum Obsessively Checking Delaney. (PPOCD) Continue reading That Time I Couldn’t Rest
My clinical diagnosis was Post-Partum Obsessive Compulsive Disorder, (PPOCD) but it was truly Post-Partum Obsessively Checking Delaney. (PPOCD) Continue reading That Time I Couldn’t Rest
They would tell me I was brave and how proud they were when I didn’t squirm or cry. Little did they know, that they were the ones keeping me brave. Continue reading That time it was about the numbers…
I would have been 22 weeks pregnant right now. I would be feeling the swishes and sway of our daughter. Her siblings could have laid their hands on my stomach while their eyes grew wide feeling the taps from within. But I’m not. Our baby’s heart was just not strong enough for this side. Before … Continue reading That time I was speechless…
Thanksgiving was my mother’s favorite holiday. She didn’t care so much if you were at the house for Christmas, Easter, Passover or Memorial Day, but you would be there on the fourth Thursday of November and you didn’t leave. You didn’t do dinner there and dessert elsewhere. You didn’t try to switch days to accommodate … Continue reading That time…I gave thanks.
I have literally put off starting my blog for years. That is an actual fact. I have owned the domain and had a makeshift version of the site for several years. I would get waves of determination and declare that this, THIS was the year I was going to do it. My friends would beg … Continue reading That time I had a blog