The One Thing I Know About My Home Birth

There are so many things about birth that are up to the universe to decide.  When will the baby come?  Will he/she be totally healthy?  Where will I be when that moment hits?  The unknowns are limitless. After my induction-turned-cesarean, then my hard-fought hospital VBAC, I learned that despite all the things left purely up to chance, there are actually...


Jealousy and The Myth of the Popular Blogger

Every day, I see people around the Twittosphere and Blogosphere practically begging for more people to follow or read them.   To these people I can say only one thing: Be Careful What You Wish For. First of all, if you have anything interesting to say, people will show up whether you like it or not.  Second, don’t assume that more...


Floods & Fertility – What’s the Connection?

Remember last month when I woke up the first flood my family has ever experienced?  If not, here’s a little reminder. Well, weekend of our disastrous flood also happened to be the weekend that I ovulated.  Actually, I wasn’t charting my temps because life was crazy and I kept forgetting, but I WAS tracking my cervical mucous.  On Friday, the...


So… Our Basement Flooded… Awesome.

Thank you, Global Warming, for raining down 190 billion gallons of water on the Chicagoland area, backing up all the sewer systems, and flooding our basement for the first time in decades. Saturday we had a Yard Sale planned.  So Friday we took all the stuff we DIDN’T want, and put it in the upstairs living room so we could...


Living with a Pint-Sized Lawyer

Last week, my mommy BFF noticed the frequency, intensity, and commitment that Jonas displays when arguing with me.  Of course he does the same sort of Yes/No tug-o-war that I think most children at his age do, but his debate skills seem to go far beyond that.  Once my friend pointed out Jonas’s funny (well, funny to her – intensely...


Jonas Does the Dresden Dolls

I’ve been singing this song to him since he was a baby.  He and his brother both know all the lyrics.  One day they’ll actually figure out what they mean. P.S. You can hear Julesy (2 yr old) singing along into a play microphone in the background.  He wouldn’t let me video tape him (as per usual.)


A Letter to My 27 Year Old Self

Dear 27 year old Gina, You are only 5 years older now, but that may as well be a lifetime. What you know at 27 is absolutely nothing compared to what you will come to know over the next 5 years. If I told you now that in 5 years time you would be opening your own childbirth education business,...