By Megan Early in the morning of the day I found out I was pregnant with Bean, a few short hours before I’d done any calendar-related math in my head, before I experienced the inexplicable soft, velvety stirring of her inside myself, I drove to work in the cold, bright February dawn, and heard this…
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Taking the Angst Out of Introversion
By Megan My husband and I both pretty much put the “I” in introvert, but I bet 9 out of 10 people who know us wouldn’t believe us if we told them that. Though we’re both naturally shy, quiet people, we’ve learned that in order to be comfortable and help others be comfortable with us…
Embracing the Unknown, But Knowing the One Who Knows
By Megan “God, I just do not know. You know. If You want another child for us, You can make one happen.” As I dragged my tired, sausage-like body up the stairs a minute ago, I called down to my husband, “Honey, I’m going to write now. If you hear sobbing, just ignore it, I’ll…
How Can Someone This Round Be So Completely One-Dimensional?
By Megan OHMYGRANNY people. Friday, the pregn-o-meter rolled over to 37 weeks, and I rolled over to not being able to roll over without the involvement of a crane, a couple shots of WD-40 and a 20-pack of ball bearings. The Mama, she is chock full of baby and I mean that in every sense….
Here Stands a Mother on the Edge. Of Everything.
By Megan Every few days, Bean and I wander into the baby’s room, and as I hover at the edge of his crib, she climbs up to stand on the railing beside me, close enough that I can breathe in her scent and tuck an arm around her to pull her in against me. Together…
But Be Warned: I Won’t Be Nearly This Blissful or Coherent When I’m Gettin’ Up Six Times A Night
By Megan About Me Hey y’all, I’m Megan, 40-year-old career-woman-gone-stay-at-home-Mama to the nuttiest, sweetest little three-year-old girl on the planet (Bean), and pregnant with a tiny son we’ve dubbed Peanut, who’s due in approximately 15 minutes. (Oh alright, he’s actually due in another four weeks or so. But that was fun, wasn’t it? That brief…