Get ready to laugh, get ready to cry. Get ready to get on the roller coaster of a blog titled, A Little Pregnant. At www.alittlepregnant.com, she has it all. The fury, the humor, the relief.

This blog was recommended to me by another blogger for a listing of infertility blogs. I had been putting off reading some of these, thinking that they might color my blogs here. I needn't have worried since my blog here is a total horse of a different color. My only advice to reading this blog is to start at the beginning. In fact, I am only up to 2004 but loving every word. I am also going to offer a word of caution. If you are feeling very... more

With our adoption of Becken, I've been remembering our first weeks home with Ivy. What a difference between a 7 month old and a newborn. What a difference between this boy and this girl. What a difference between my high maintenance baby and my low maintenance baby. And how grateful we are for the differences.

We have a saying in this family that goes,"Ivy was born two years old." That is an understatement. This little one is so determined and so dedicated to being bigger and older than she is. Never one to be coddled or babied at all, she never liked things that were babyish. She hated to nurse or be confined in any way. Hated the car seat. Hated baby massage (and I am a... more

Investigating the history of Memorial Day brought me to many boring articles and facts about the beginnings of Memorial day. Nothing seemed to reflect the way that my family observes this day, in fact, in one of the articles the reader was chastised by the writer if there was any type of recognition for loss of personal familiy members unless those members were a part of the armed forces. This didn't sit well with me so I continued to search.

http://homeschooling.about.com/cs/unitssubjhol/a/memorial.htm was... more

After all of my aversion to thinking that Becken would arrive on time, he arrived in my arms ten minutes after his flight landed as scheduled. There were a few moments of anxiety when another plane de boarded first and there was no baby on board. At least no Ethiopian baby on board. The pilot and attendant came rolling through the gates, and I tentatively asked if there was anyone else coming. "We're it", he said. I almost had a surreal panic attack until Chris said that there was another plane. Whew!

This one was the right flight. We knew so even before we saw him, because... more

One week ago today I was anxiously dreading a telephone call. Our young son was being escorted from Ethiopia to the United States. He was scheduled to arrive in Washington at 958 p.m. Since the day before, I was on pins and needles every time the phone rang. I thought for sure that there was going to be a call at anytime saying that he had missed a connection, or that a flight had been delayed. In my mind there was no way that he could travel so far and still be on time. I refused to let myself believe that I would actually be holding him in just 8 short hours.

I called the agency to see if they had heard anything. They said, "No news is good news". And told me to meet the... more

So I've reached the end of the business week doing my stint as the newly appointed fertility blogger. I'm thinking about where I was emotionally on Monday as opposed to my emotions today. The first post made my nerves exposed, I was jittery with anticipation. As the days went on the blog brought new ideas into my head and little by little a sense of ability as a writer. It has lead me to remember special creative times with my Nana and my sister. It has lead me to learn about the history of May Day, fertility goddesses and modern-day myths. All of this in just 4 short days, with the internet and my keyboard.

I was thinking today about how many things have changed for me in... more