On the outside, everything seemed fine. I had a happy marriage, healthy three-year-old daughter and new baby baking. My husband had a great job, and I was able to fulfill my dream of being a stay-at-home mom. Yes, it appeared to be all bliss. Inside, I was dying. I was stuck in a real hell. I cried
When Daniel (our oldest) was a little over a year old, I realized that the baby stage was quickly turning into the toddler stage. My concerns were suddenly switching from: Did he eat enough fruits and veggies today? to: How do I direct this little person on the right path? I watched as his
So, I posted a thread to my Facebook last night that I just had to share. Seriously, read through these. They are hidiously great! If you’ve ever bee pregnant, what was your most offensive comment? ***Also!! Mary Kay giveaway contest ends tomorrow! All commenters and subscribers entered!*** Here’s
When I looked at the moon, as a young girl, I never saw the man. Instead, a baby – curled in her mother’s womb. Softly, warmly. The miracle of life, unfolding and expanding. From a fleck of dust to a recognizable child – in just a few weeks’ time. And baby grows. And grows. And grows. And
