welcome

So baby showers. I … don’t love them. In fact, I kind-of think they are the worst thing ever.

Before I get assaulted by everyone, I get that I am on an island here. People have argued with me for years about how it represents support and community and love. But I have always had a hard time reconciling playing pin-the-bow-on-the-baby with the sisterhood.

the hours feel long
meals, walks, books, games, and lessons.
the list can go on.

but the months fly by,
the years are a blink. time steals
our recollection.

I feel like I need to preface this post with an apology. None of you moms knew this (or worse, maybe you did!), but I judged you for something. Hard. No, it wasn’t how messy your house was. Or your birthing plan. Or how you ate/drank/dressed/lived during pregnancy. It was how much energy you put into getting ready for your baby.

Biggest eyes, full of
Wonder. Biggest brain, full of
Questions. Biggest heart, 

Full of life. Children
Show us to see, think, and feel. 
They are life’s teachers.

Grandmas and grandpas,
cousins, aunts, uncles, and babes.
The whole family.

When get-togethers
are rare, and oceans between
Time spent is sweeter.

Maybe you noticed that somewhere around October I stopped posting as much on this blog and on social media. Or that when I did, my hair was up and my face had a beautiful greenish glow. Or that most of my words revolved around food or napping. 

And maybe you’re doing some math and realizing that I’m just now, at almost 20 weeks, posting about the first trimester, which technically ended two months ago. You’re right about all of it.