The whole way there I told him, "They're going to tell me I peed myself and send me home. Stop freaking out." Although I was starting to feel light contractions in the car, I was still in denial. Once we got there and registered, I could feel the contractions getting stronger. Dallas was helping me change into a hospital gown when the rest of my water broke all over the bathroom. This time I was sure that I wasn't peeing myself. I looked at him and the nurse and finally admitted, "okay...maybe I'm in labor."
1. When I wake up too early on a Sunday, but there's soft light filtering through the blinds, so I get up to watch the sunrise, drink coffee, and listen to the silence before the rest of the world wakes up. 2. When someone plays with my hair, running their fingers smoothly from the base of [...]
I've been stalking various blogs this week for a little inspiration and came across the "a photo an hour" trend. I'm already obsessed. Google it and you'll see what I mean. I attempted to do my own yesterday, taking a photo (sometimes two because I'm a rebel like that) every hour from 9 a.m. to [...]