Friday, October 2, 2015

1 month

How is it that it's been one month since I've been back here, to this this place that gave me an outlet to process what what going on in my head?

Maybe it's because I'm focused more on what's in front of me, what surrounds me every day, and when I sit down during a break, I don't want to process. I want to relax. I'm not saying that there isn't stuff to process, but during the breaks that I have that's what I want, a real break.

I do have to admit that I miss this space, but this last year with having two living children at home, it's been nice to not process for a bit. I think that's where I've been. Just trying to LIVE my life, instead of processing what's going on in my life. I'm sure I'll get back to processing, especially as Lucy turns one in just about a week, but I'll save that for another day.

Monday, August 31, 2015

Sunday, August 23, 2015

Sexism in the Loss Community

I just need to vent a little bit. Not looking for support or comments, just needing to vent about the rampant sexism that occurs within the loss community.

Thursday, July 30, 2015

Six years

Six years ago I met my first two children. I will not say I became a mom on that day, for I became a mom the day in April that I saw two pink lines on a home pregnancy test. I will say that six years ago today, on a Thursday afternoon, I became a mom who met her sweet son and daughter far too early and quickly had to say good-bye.

Wednesday, June 10, 2015

If Firefly Had Lived

I've never really had the bittersweet and conflicting thoughts of knowing that if Oscar and Bella had lived that Tittle and Gus would never have been conceived and Gus wouldn't be here. That wasn't my reality. My reality is that Oscar, Bella and Tittle DID die. My reality is that Gus did live. Within the last couple of weeks, those thoughts have surfaced regarding Firefly. I wasn't prepared for them.

Friday, April 24, 2015

Tuesday, March 24, 2015

Thursday, March 12, 2015

Toenail Removal

This morning I had my toenail removed, and it is not an experience I hope to repeat...ever.

Sunday, March 1, 2015

Not looking forward to March

I know it's already March 1, so it may be incorrect to say I'm not looking forward to March, but that's what I'm going with.