Los Porchs

3 years ago,  our life with infertility was a secret.  It was one of the most emotional days of my life.  Today, I cuddle my bug and remember the battle to get here, to this messy land of parenting.  I wouldn't trade it for anything. 3 years ago today, I walked into the surgical center at 900 N. Michigan with a bladder full of pee, a heart full of hope, and an empty uterus.  Not many folks can tell you the moment they became pregnant and for as sad and empty as infertility can feel, it was magical to see that "firework" on the ultrasound.  I'm kidding - I could barely even see it, even with the good Dr. TK pointing directly at the screen.  It was pretty cool to know that I was PUPO (Pregnant Until Proven Otherwise) and walked out of that sterile environment with a new mix of hope and anxiety and this ultrasound that was signed by Dr. TK with "GL."  When I asked him what that meant, he looked at me like I was crazy and said, "Good luck, of course."

We were excited to convert Charlotte's crib into a toddler bed, thinking the freedom to move a little more would be enough, but it resulted in her falling out of bed, sleeping pretty much standing against her bed, and ending up in our bed every single night.  Every night, guys.  I'm down with some cuddling, but when this tiny person was up at 4:00am, I was not thrilled. So tonight, we did the final conversion of her bed and she is now sleeping in her full-sized bed.  Skipped the twin business (this girl sleeps like a starfish).  Her crib was meant to convert right to this bigger size so we rolled with it.  I ordered some railings from Amazon and we popped them on! I won't lie.  Charlie has been under the weather and sleep is like a distant memory.  It took forever to get her to go to bed tonight, which was frustrating because she was up at 4am and stayed up (!) until 2:00pm -- and then managed to only get a 90 minute nap. I'm exhausted for her. She was very excite