I’m not disabled, I’m pregnant. (36 weeks)

On my first day of leave I took a nap, took a prenatal yoga class (my first of this pregnancy), and took another nap. On my second day of leave, I did the Sunday crossword puzzle (because really, who can do the Sunday crossword on Sunday when you have a four-year-old jumping all over the sofa you’re attempting to recline on?), ordered swaddling blankets and … Continue reading I’m not disabled, I’m pregnant. (36 weeks)

Controlled Chaos and Contractions (35 weeks)

I’m a planner. A compulsive planner, actually. An obsessive, compulsive, list-making planner attempting to control my world at every turn. In some ways this tendency has been a positive force in my life. My ability to plan for every possibility without so much as batting an eyelash has made me an expert administrator in my career, and my ability to maximize every moment of every … Continue reading Controlled Chaos and Contractions (35 weeks)