Can’t Even Right Now/What does that even mean?

Yesterday our new baby, Eva Tennessee, became a week old. And I am a weak old. After a good long night of nursing and about a billion poopy diapers, she and I rolled out of bed at 8:30 to an eerily dark and quiet house. The curtains were all drawn and there was evidence of […]

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Birth Story, poops and giggles style

This blog post is brought to you by a lack of sleep. Oh, and chocolate. Today I’m going to share our beautiful birth story. And by beautiful, I mean feral. After spending the morning together, freaking people out all over town telling them that I was past my due date and about to go have […]