I went to a new fertility specialist On Wednesday. *
I went into an exam room for an ultra sound, and seeing the ultrasound screen took my breath away.
I Write To Understand. I Write To Stop Time
I went to a new fertility specialist On Wednesday. *
I went into an exam room for an ultra sound, and seeing the ultrasound screen took my breath away.
Wee One got a big girl bed this weekend, a little unexpectedly, and I was having a hard time with it. Then tonight happened.
Yesterday was another day to Stand On Every Corner, and, for the first time in a new location, I stood alone.
I’m not a Ryan Gosling fan (I don’t hate him, he just doesn’t blow my hair back) but I adore the Hey Girl memes.
A day in the life of Sahara, at least during the week.
I have been struggling with how much to include Wee One on with regards to my activism, which has stepped up in the past year or so.
Thanks to inspiration from Suddenly They All Died, (and extra snaps for a clever name) I am going to implement Meme Mondays to accompany Music Mondays.
The approaching holiday season has brought with it a new nemesis: Toy catalogues.
Back in my day, mom had a catalogue with an awesome toy section at the back of it. I remember spending many a happy hour sitting in the plush great chair turning the pages of this book. Week after week. For several years. In sepia-colored hues.
I just found something I thought was lost. I’m overjoyed. Television Without Pity is back up for reading.
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