I left one huge cliffhanger eight months ago. Sorry about that. Shit (three babies) hit the fan (our life) and it took a while to get our wits about us. This post will be the last in the pregnancy series. From here on out I’m going topical instead of chronological. My sister Cean’s awesome illustrations will be replaced by my amateur photography. 2014, y’all. It ain’t pretty, but it’s real and it’s hard and it’s got moments that are really great.

So, where was I?

Oh yes. Same place I started—on a table, legs spread, waiting for big news from the land down under. It’s week 34 and conveniently I have started having contractions while inside the hospital at a doctor’s appointment. To make things a little more interesting, there’s a huge storm rolling in. It’s basically “Lightning Crashes” come to life. Continue reading



Pineapples, get your fresh pineapples! According to BabyCenter the trips have reached tropical proportions this week. And I have to admit, it does feel like I’ve got pineapples in there–sharp, spiky things keep poking out of my belly then disappearing when I touch them. I wish I felt more maternal about all the movement inside me, but it actually grosses me out. I know it sounds awful, but it’s hard to get misty eyed over a bunch of pineapples wrestling each other on my organs while I’m just trying to eat a sandwich.

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