My husband is really great about giving me time to do things on my own on the weekend, recognizing that I recharge best when I am by myself. (Hello my name is Kelly and I am an introvert.)
Usually when the weekend rolls around and my husband asks what I would like some time for, I respond with one of two answers: Continue reading
I’ve been a member of a club for almost a decade now. There have been some drawbacks to membership, but all things considered, I’ve really enjoyed being part of it; there have been a lot of really good times. In fact, some of the best times of my life so far have been spent as a member.
In a couple of days, however, I will be permanently removed from the club’s membership list. Deleted. Forever. This has been difficult for me to accept. I’ve protested and pleaded. I’ve ugly-cried. But there was no reasoning with the club’s administration. My time as a member? Over. Continue reading
Here in Canada, we’re known for a few things.
Hockey, maple syrup, Ryan Gosling, saying sorry a lot…just to name a few, eh?
Mmhmm. You. are. welcome.
We’re also known for our public health care system. It’s pretty impressive. This isn’t going to be a post about it, but it’s where today’s musings got started.
In my lovely province, when a woman goes home after having a baby, she receives a follow-up call from a nurse. The goal is to ensure that both Baby and Mama are doing well and adapting to their new circumstances. I got my call on Monday of this week, and something the nurse said got me thinking. Continue reading
8 days ago, I was writing a letter to my postpartum self.
Today, I have a 7-day old little girl. Our pink buddha. Our fraggle. I can’t stop inhaling her. I can’t get enough of her little squeaks, her tiny toes. She sneezes and the roof lifts and she farts like a trucker. We are smitten.
So…my little pickle’s birth story… Continue reading
Dear Formidable You,
In little more than 36 hours from now, you will be holding your daughter for the first time! Continue reading
…if your Baby Mama is on the brink of giving birth or has recently sprung your offspring from her loins.
You see, no matter how well your partner has coped with pregnancy, the entire game changes once Baby arrives. Your life could be at risk. This is a life line, my friend. Take it. Continue reading
Let me set the scene:
It’s 3am, and my bladder has awoken me for my nightly pilgrimage to the washroom. I ricochet off a wall or a doorway on my way to the en suite because I keep my eyes closed and the lights off in hopes that I don’t wake up my mind. Do you know what’s worse than a fully alert mind at 3am? A fully alert pregnant mind. Continue reading