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I Was Not Prepared For the Rainbow Pregnancy…

So I haven’t been writing as much as I was hoping to, the holidays were busy, and I have been dealing with all the lovely pregnancy things.

As most of you probably know, this is a rainbow baby for me. I found out I was pregnant exactly five months to the day after I found out I was pregnant…a pregnancy that would end in miscarriage.

I have gone through feelings and emotional episodes that put the feelings and emotional episodes of my other pregnancies to shame, made them look like pure child’s play. I thought I would feel better when I passed the point at which I miscarried in April…and I did, but then I was like “Okay, I need to get to 12 weeks. Surely I’ll feel better then.”

Nope. I wasn’t prepared for this at all. No article, all of which were well written and very helpful, prepared me for this, though they all seemed to be along the line of “It’s normal to be afraid during a rainbow pregnancy.” Continue reading


Who I am…

Another blogger group challenge…I am supposed to tell you who I am…We all know I am a mom and, for all intents and purposes, a wife.

But I am also so much more.
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A Letter to My Son…

Dear BabyBoy,

Right now, you are taking a rare nap and it’s all I can do to not wake you up and kiss you over and over and hug your precious body until you giggle.

One day, when you are a parent, you will understand why, once I have told you a story…I want to tell you about a precious little boy named Atticus Hansen. I read his story, and by the end of it, I was crying. I felt the ache in my heart that Atticus’s mother felt. Continue reading

Depression: How Bad Was It, Merry?

Now that I can look back on the worst of my depression from the other side of the tunnel, I am shocked that I didn’t realize it sooner. I carefully kept everything under lock and key, safe from view. But I have been challenged by my friend Melissa to tell you the truth. Please take my tale as a warning, learn from my fail, whatever you will. Keep in mind as you read that I love my children with all my heart, and that never went away.

So. How bad was it? The short answer is really bad. The long answer is…well, longer. Continue reading

The light at the end is a train…

Miraculously, here I am, still managing to muddle through my day with a high-maintenance ToddlerGirl and a nearly 3-month-old BabyBoy who is still not on any sort of schedule (I must have jinxed myself in my last entry…), and still not sleeping through the night. Neither BabyBoy or I have gotten much sleep…he was doing well…for two days.

Anyways…my friend over at Manifest Mom has challenged me to write something. She didn’t say what, so today’s post might jump around…a lot. Here we go… Continue reading

‘Tis the Season…

(Or: “Why is Mommy drinking so much eggnog?”)

Because it’s good. Anyways, you parents know what I mean…it’s that time of year when the children start thinking about what they want for Christmas/Chanukah/Kwanzaa/Saturnalia/Whatever. Okay, I’m way behind…kids think about that ALL YEAR LONG. But this is the time when they start acting like Santa has an unlimited budget. Santa does not. Santa cannot drop 300 dollars per child and toy stores seem to think I Santa can. I remember one year I asked for a beautiful Barbie with brown hair, a soft blue dress, and a pearl necklace (shut up you perverts). I did not get her. She was 7 dollars, if memory serves me right.

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In Which I am Honored to be Mentioned…

Previously on this blog, I have slightly discussed the driving reason behind the decision Mr. Wench and I made to not circumcise our son. While perusing my stats today, I saw that a view had been referred by a site called Restoring Tally. I headed on over there to check it out, and found that my entry “Labor Day, Truly a Labor of Love” had been mentioned in the anti-circumcision circle (check out the full entry here).

I am honored that my short paragraph was deemed worthy to be of interest to other people looking into, or already supporting, the anti-circumcision side. And I feel that I should delve a little deeper into the whys that drove our decision as parents to leave our son intact, and also provide an update on life with my son’s non-circumcision status. Continue reading