So DH is being treated for Lyme Disease. I mean, I guess it had to happen eventually. He has been grading papers in fields and doing long trail runs at the height of tick season, and I’ve been pulling ticks off his body in staggering numbers. 3 weeks of antibiotics. Poor guy. He bought some probiotic stuff to counteract the shearing of his digestive system.

Truly, nature is gross. (more…)

I got pregnant for the second time when my son was just 15 months old. My second child was due around my son’s second birthday. And when I say “around”, I mean the same week, possibly even the same day. It made me kind of dizzy to think of having two birthdays in one week, and if they actually shared the same day, what would I do then? Between trips to the toilet to puke my guts out all day, I thought about the birthday conundrum quite a bit.

I miscarried that baby around 14 weeks. I used to know exactly—was it 13 and a half, 14, or 14 and a half? I forget. Never thought I would, but there you go. (more…)

I should probably write this post when I have time to be introspective, and funny, or poignant, or both. And since I don’t have time or the patience to really think everything out, and I’m not really sure what I want to say about Mother’s Day anyways, I thought maybe pushing myself to do a post in the 15 minutes I have before I take Little Sister to her swimming lesson would force me to pull it altogether in one big…something. Something big and cohesive. Like, a big, um, stone, um, whatever.

Basically, what I want to say is that Mother’s Day is a hard and complicated and potentially painful holiday, and I want to explore why. (more…)

Yesterday was one of those days.

It started out okay, and I was determined to make it a good day. I got up early-ish, and spent the morning snuggling with my son before he bounced off to school.

Then I spent the morning with Little Sister, and I got her all ready for preschool and me ready for a run. I’m making slow progress with my foot and leg, and managed to push myself to 3 miles yesterday. They were slow miles, interspersed with walking and some skipping (I’m trying to strengthen a leg that has some serious atrophy issues, and plus, it’s kinda fun. Don’t judge me.). By the time I got home, sweating and feeling triumphant at the distance I managed, I felt like the day was going great.

And then came the voles. (more…)