When I had a second miscarriage last month, I was prepared for what to expect in many ways. I knew I would cry at random moments for weeks and months and even years after the loss. I knew I wouldn’t be able to face going out in public for awhile after the pregnancy left my…
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My Husband’s Not the Only One Capable of Making Important Decisions
A funny thing happens when you become an adult and start to do adult things with your husband, such as shop for a house or meet with a financial advisor. The “important” people of the world generally choose one of us to talk to as the main person of contact. You know, the one they…
Husbands Sacrifice Dreams For Their Families Too, You Know
After having baby number four exactly two months ago (sob for babies growing up so fast and double sob because I still can’t fit into my pants), my husband and I have visited the debate almost daily of whether our family is now complete. I know that many of you would probably take pause here…
When Motherhood Is Both
From the moment I wake up in the morning to well, really all night long, I feel like I am holding my breath, anxious and just waiting for a disaster, in the form of a small child, to hit. There is no assurance that I will have 10 minutes, five minutes, or even five seconds to…
Why I Make My Husband’s Lunch
Are you the kind of wife who dutifully packs her husband’s lunch and sends him off to work with a kiss each morning? Yes? Well, good for you. Because I’m totally not. But, I have to admit… I have changed my ways a bit in the hubby lunch department. And it changed my marriage. Read…
Marriage, Valentine’s Day, and Disappointment.
I will admit that for as long as I can remember, I have looked forward to sappy, sentimental holidays with all of my heart. I have planned and organized and donned special outfits for the occasions. Green for St. Patty’s day, complete with green cookies (not a Pinterest worthy endeavor, I assure you); scavenger hunts…
How Much Do You and Your Husband Have in Common?
When we were in college and dating, I used to try to drag Ben out with me to Barnes & Nobles every weekend. A Saturday afternoon spent wiling away in a cafe, surrounded by books and the smell of freshly brewed espresso and baked goods was my kind of heaven. I envisioned us studying over…