Dear Diary,
So much has changed over the past ten months. It seems like just yesterday I had Jack, and now he has said his first word, can crawl all over the house (and gets into everything possible),...
After impatiently waiting for nine months to see the little person who kicked me non-stop, gave me horrid morning sickness, tossed my self esteem down the drain, and broke me out into hot flashes in the middle of winter, my beautiful son was born on Sunday, November 9 at 10:06 p.m.
Things were moving along fairly well; we bought a bassinet, received bags of baby clothes from generous friends, and worked on getting our room at Drew's cousin's house presentable.
Dear Diary,
It’s strange how days can go by without holding any significant meaning, and then other days hold such meaning that your world is turned upside-down. This is true for me about April 3,...
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