As the days leading up to our anatomical screen get closer and closer, I've started to ask myself, "What if it's another boy?" And I think I've come up with a pretty good answer.
Maybe subconsciously I was feeling a bit guilty about leaving my son to have some time to myself, but I don't think that it's fair for moms to have to feel this way. Being a mom brings me incredible joy, but it's important for me to remember that, while it's a part of my identity, it's not the only thing that defines me. I'm allowed to do things for myself and have time alone; it helps me to appreciate the time that I do spend with my son and not take those moments for granted.
When one of my friends who has recently experienced the physical, emotional and financial rollercoaster of infertility told me that she was thinking of writing about her experience, I jumped at the chance to ask her if she would let me publish it on my blog. I felt that it was fitting that she wanted to keep [...]
Finding out you're pregnant is a terrifying emotional and wonderful experience. Although there are few things as nerve-wracking as trying to shoot pee onto a tiny stick held in your shaking hands in the shadows of a dimly lit bathroom on Christmas morning (that was my experience, anyway) this is actually one of the easiest steps of the journey [...]
I have to admit, I've been incredibly fortunate as a new mom. All of the advice I've gotten from others up to this point has been very much solicited by me. As far as I know, as a mom, I haven't been the object of many judgemental stares, and I have yet to find myself on the wrong end of a pointed finger. Actually, come to think of it, neither end of a pointed finger is really the good one to be on. Sure, nobody likes to be lectured on the finer points of parenting, but I don't know how much pride can really be held in being the one doing the lecturing either.