The Highs and Lows
of Carrying the Little One.

Wednesday, February 29, 2012



I'm just going to put it out there, friends. Most of the time, I'm not the biggest fan of pregnancy. Don't get me wrong, I don't hate it by any means, but I am not one of those women who feel like my best self during this time. Not by a long shot.

First of all, there's the exhaustion. The first trimester felt like I had been shot by a tranquilizer gun every single day, then things improved in the second trimester and now that I'm entering my third, I am ready for bed by three o'clock daily. Seriously. Oh, and then there are the headaches. The mind numbing make-you-want-to-cry headaches. Let's not forget the little aches and pains either. The ones that, after a while, you just become accustomed to as your new norm. Oh, and the lack of good sleep. Good god, the lack of sleep. The waking every hour on the hour to go to the bathroom. I assume this is just the universe's way of preparing me for life with a newborn, but this isn't helping the exhaustion. And last, but not least, is my personal favorite, the burping. The constant, sometimes several times a minute for hours burping. Oh, and the accompanying heartburn. Yeah, those are my favorites.

But then there is a day like yesterday. A day where you have one of those scares that leaves you shaking and crying and clutching your stomach. A day where even the religiously uncertain will turn to prayer. A day you realize, even more than on the ones that preceded it, how much this little person you've never met has come to mean to you and how you would do anything to keep her safe.

After the long, quiet space of waiting, the doctor finally comes in and tells you today is not for crying. And he shows you your baby - the baby you have only seen one other time when she was just a tiny little thing that was hard to make out - and you see that face. That perfect little human face that you almost think is looking right at you to tell you everything is okay. And the doctor is giggling because she opens her mouth like a little fish to drink.

And, just like that, there she is: the love of your life. And all the heartburn and the burping and the exhaustion is gone and all that remains is gratitude and love.

I love you, little baby, with all my heart.

Love of Your Life.

Tuesday, February 14, 2012



Happy, happy Valentine's Day!

Today, and everyday, hold onto the people you love. It's all we have and it's everything.

And don't forget to celebrate the person who has been with you through it all, the person who will be with you all the days of your life, the person who will sustain you throughout the darkest of times... The true love of your life, yourself.

Love yourself today.

A Dog's Life.

Wednesday, February 8, 2012


{Warning: This post is 100% Sammy-centric. So, if dogs aren't your thing, you may want to skip this one.}

As you may know, my little guy turned one last month and this mama wanted to make sure we celebrated this milestone properly. Yes, that meant a trip to the doggie spa (which makes me feel better than saying I took him to the groomer - even though he loved it - on his birthday), plenty of presents, a visit to Three Dog Bakery to pick out his own pup-friendly cake and even a little party in honor of his big day.



And this past weekend, we packed up the car, put Samson in the backseat and headed to my favorite state, California, for time with family and trips to the beach. This was the little boy's first beach experience and we honestly weren't sure what to expect. You see, Samson - like many cocker spaniels - is afraid of most everything. Leaves, wind, plastic bags, you name it. And don't even get me started on skateboards. Oh, and then there was that time Jenner put a piece of pasta in his bowl and he ran terrified onto my lap. Yep, that's our boy. Also, much to my disappointment, Sammy doesn't love the water. His dad once put him in the pool and, I swear, he refused to look at him the rest of the day.

Luckily, however, Samson loved the ocean. His pure delight at chasing other dogs up and down the beach and in and out of the waves brought me more joy than I can even say.

With Samson by my side, days like these are nothing short of perfection.



Happiness on the Horizon.

Thursday, February 2, 2012



I am in one good mood today.

You see, there is lots to look forward to in the next few months... exciting changes on the home front, one of my favorite people in the universe coming to visit in two weeks, a trip home to Seattle planned next month, a couple of potential mini-getaways circling around in my brain, a visit from one of my beloved sisters and my family coming to Vegas for an entire week in April.

Oh, and let's not forget the baby girl's arrival in late May/early June!

First up? A weekend trip to California tomorrow after work to spend time with my cousins, take the pup to the beach for the first time ever and relax in the sunshine. I couldn't be more excited. I keep telling Samson, "You're going to the beach this weekend!" He just cocks his head to the side, stares at me and probably wonders, what is a beach??

Even with the constant heartburn, the backaches and the exhaustion, these are good times.

Here's to happiness on my horizon and yours. Xoxo - Kathleen