I never entirely understood how parents could say they loved their children before they were born. But now... I'm writing …
There is a freshness about my life now that I appreciate deeply. Time slows down when everything is new.
Eight-ish weeks to go, depending when Pudding decides to make her appearance. Eep!
Glimpses into my second and third trimester, with photos.
It's time to revisit our summer travels: my first time in rural England, my first time traveling while pregnant.
This comes from what I wrote in my journal, months ago, after a particularly exhausting day of travel.
The title is a bit misleading, maybe. This post isn't so much about flying as it is about preparing to …