As I write this, it’s early evening. I just poured myself a glass of Pinot Noir, the baby is sleeping and the house is quiet. It’s at times like these where I stop to reflect on what happened just 12 days ago now. It’s in the still of the mornings when I’m feeding my daughter

To my firstborn, my daughter, my baby, Some day, when you’re older, your dad and I will tell you the story of your birth. We’ll tell you all about how much you were longed for, how fervently we prayed for you, how closely we clung to each other as we spent many years dreaming of

I’ve now hit the seven month mark of pregnancy and technically…that makes me an old hat now, right? But in all seriousness, I do feel like I’ve settled into pregnancy quite well and have had a pretty good groove. Because I’ve been one of those annoying women who has had a really easy pregnancy with