Jack is 18 months old.  I can hardly believe it.  He is turning in to such a little boy.  As I write this, he is sitting on the couch, drinking his apple juice and enjoying a snack of pretzel sticks while watching some afternoon cartoons.  He is just so darn adorable. [Read more →]

I am ready to feel normal again.  I know this is all part of the experience but I have forgotten what it is like to feel normal, non-queasy and energetic.  At 11 weeks now, I am hoping the that the light I see at the end of the tunnel is for real and not just a glimmer of hope that will soon fade to black again. [Read more →]