You're gonna miss this....

Porch returns to work on Friday... I'm now accepting bets as to when, on Friday, I lose my mind. I'm guessing there will be a point at which I strap Baby Porch into the Baby Bjorn and high tail it over to Starbucks (and I'm guessing it will be before noon).

Until then, Porch and I are tag-teaming this adventure and we rock as a team. We've been binge watching House of Cards on Netflix together. The only tears I've had so far were (1) when the Dr. called and ordered us to the ER at Children's immediately and (2) when Baby Porch refused to nurse and I had to let Porch give her a bottle. And I guess the moment I saw those chubby cheeks and realized she was ours! Not too shabby for a chick with raging hormones!

Maybe you've heard this song, You're Gonna Miss This, by Trace Adkins. It's kind of become my theme song as I spend late nights and early mornings with Baby Porch rocking and nursing... I know there will be a day when these moments are gone and she's big. Even now, I look at her and see her changing & it makes me miss those chubby chubby cheeks that greeted me in the delivery room. The days pass slowly, but the years will fly by. I'm trying to savor all of these little moments.

So -- go ahead and leave your guess of when my imminent breakdown begins! ;)

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Momma K

It's true. I love my mom. She's my best source of advice & wisdom, even though it took me roughly 20 years to figure that out. I just wanted to take a quick second and thank her for all that she's done for me and especially for the things she didn't do for me. =) I wouldn't be the person I am today without her. Love you mom! We're pretty fabulous, no?

It doesn't matter how slow you go...

I saw this online the other day and at first, thought how appropriate it is for what Porch & I have been attempting lately (lots of running) but after some deeper thought and revisiting, I've come to think of this as being more fitting for our story on the road to making a tiny human. I think it's appropriate, meaningful, and inspirational all at once. A great reminder that no matter how slow we move, how many baby steps (no pun intended) we take, as long as we keep moving forward, it's better than giving up in frustration. I once had a colleague tell me that it was only important that we "keep moving forward, no matter what." That mantra has stuck with me for years and I've come to apply it personally and professionally. It's okay that this is taking time. It's our story and it will never be the same as anyone else's story. Likewise, I am not a runner. I honestly don't even know why I started running, but damn it. It feels so ...

It is not 1950; I do not vacuum in pearls.

Hi, it's me - I know it's been a while, but I've been deep inside that bubble I mentioned when everything first happened in November 2020 and I am starting to emerge having done some serious healing and navigating within the trauma of being a suicide survivor and a sole parent. This has nothing to do with that though. I'm dumping this thought here because I need it documented: You know how the conservative crowd tends to use "Well I don't have any children, why should I help pay for the schools?" and "People are just too lazy to work, I don't know why we need social services to help people pay for their child care and food?" I'm noticing those are the same voices I hear in restaurants complaining that there are no servers. No bartenders. No one available to change their oil or to do other trade work. And no one to watch their children. The CEO of the company I work for posted a big response about how child care is the gatekeeper to folks...

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