The Last First Time

The Last First Time

When I was pregnant with my oldest (now four), every part of pregnancy was exciting. I called my husband to tell him every time that the baby had hiccups. I posted the baby’s size and latest developments to my Facebook account every week. Oh, and I went to visit labor...
The Last First Time

What You Won’t Find on Google

There are some things that you just cannot Google. I mean, I suppose that you could enter whatever search terms that you wanted, but there are certain things that even “Dr. Google,” and “Peace of Mind Google,” and “Am I Normal Google” cannot answer. I joked with my...
The Last First Time

The Truth About Ruining Your Kids

The first diaper that I ever changed was my son’s. I didn’t have any younger siblings or family members. I hadn’t spent my teenage years babysitting. The opportunity had just never presented itself. What a shame – I know. I did open a package of newborn diapers about...
The Last First Time

But First, I Am His Wife

We danced in the rain on our wedding day. It was an indoor wedding – but the severity of the storm had blown the rain through the glass doors and onto the floor of the reception hall. The power had gone out many hours before, but from small laptop speakers, we played...
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