It worked! It really was that easy! I’m pregnant :)

Not much to say here, because the jubilation has taken over my brain and I’m feeling a little happy-drunk.

On New Year’s Eve, I peed on a stick and saw two pink lines.  I then jumped up and down, squeeled a bit, and showed my partner.

His first reaction?  Sex.  I love that man.

His second reaction?  Text messaging the above photo to all of our relatives, calling lots of people, and then posting the photo to Facebook (more on why that’s a bad idea later).

I’ve very literally been emotionally and physiologically high for days since finding out.  I seriously feel a bit intoxicated, and as I’m not drinking these days, I can only imagine that’s from the crazy joyful hormones I’m pumping around.

Emotionally I’m just overwhelmed with a sense of things being right.  And not just in comparison to the other times I’ve found out I was pregnant, which were much less graceful.  I mean ‘a sense of things being right’ in a broader sense.

I can honestly say that finding out about this pregnancy was one of the genuine happiest moments of my life.  And I’m talking happiest moments–akin to the moments I married my partner and birthed our daughter.

Sounds dramatic, I know.  But so much of life involves making concessions, navigating around obstacles, and cutting things close–not this pregnancy.  Everything about it is right, and that’s a rare feeling.


Thanks for being here, and here’s to a new year.

Yesterday, as I thought about 2011 being one of the best years of my life, it was clear that this blog was a part of that best-ness.

There are more readers than ever before–views increased 720% from 8,600 in 2010 to 62,000 in 2011.

There are more comments than ever before–with some posts garnering 40, 50, 60 comments, there’s some real dialogue going on here.

And I’m just plain-ol’ more excited about it than ever before.  This blog has lasted 2 1/2 years in my over-stuffed life, and it’s not going anywhere any time soon.  In fact, I have significant (and pretty badass) plans for it in this new year.

Anyway, thanks for being here, and here’s to a new year.

You were a crappy pregnancy test, anyway.

Dear pink and white plastic stick,

I know I’m supposed to wait until 6 stays before my period before asking you to do your job.  And I know today is 8 days before my period.  But would it really be that hard for you to just step up and give me some good news?

I should shut up and stop telling the whole Internet what I peed on today. But you pissed me off.

You and your lonely single pink line suck.

You were a crappy pregnancy test, anyway.


Mrs. Not-Pregnant-Yet-According-To-You

Watch out, Target! The mamas are coming for you.

In the last 24 hours, I’ve received Facebook invitations to *more than 40* nurse-in events all taking place simultaneously tomorrow at Target stores across the country.  What did Target do to gain the wrath of the mama-sphere, you ask?

From an online group about the incident that started it all:

Recently a mama was nursing her babe in a local Houston area Target. When she was asked to move to a private location, she refused, and was harassed and humiliated by three separate employees. She then called Target’s corporate customer service number and was told by a representative, and then her supervisor that they were aware of the laws, but …that just because something is lawful doesn’t mean its acceptable in their store.

Let’s show them just how many mamas they’ve offended. We have a right to shop and meet our babies’ needs while doing so. Public humiliation for doing so will not be tolerated.

These lactivists have called for an international nurse-in event today at Target stores around the globe.  So if you’re near a Target, grab your babe and head on over for a snack.  And if you’re not lactating, grab a doll and pretend.

There’s something romantic about trying to conceive.

Maybe it’s obvious to some folks, but I’ve been surprised by how sweet, loving, romantic, and sexy my relationship with my partner has been in the last week.

And it’s not the conception sex–in reality, that’s only been a couple times.

It’s getting home from work to find a gorgeous dinner on the table, with 3 kinds of greens included in the spread.  Why’d he make Brussels sprouts, asparagus AND spinach salad?  Because “greens are supposed to be good for getting pregnant,” according to my incredible partner.

It’s him casually poking my stomach in a prodding kind of way anytime someone mentions baby-having.

I think we’ve done so much griping about how tough parenthood is, that seeing my partner anxious to make a baby is really strange.  And really (really really really really really) awesome.

We never did this part before–the planning a pregnancy, the anticipation of when we’d get pregnant and when the baby would be due.  We did more of the ‘Oh shit!’ routine last time around.  And the ‘Oh shit!’ routine was fine and worked out beautifully, but this time is turning out to be more fun than I expected.

Aside from all of the giddiness that comes along with the idea of a new baby, this experience is also bringing a reminder that we’re great parents and that we make a great couple.

A reminder that parenting is a crazy fun adventure, a ride that we deserve to go on again.

A reminder that our daughter will make one fly big sister.

And reminder that the monotonous grind hasn’t actually devoured our souls (or our relationship) yet.

Ibu Robin Lim Brings Midwifery to the Forefront (and wins $300k) as CNN’s Hero of the Year 2011

When I met Ibu Robin Lim last year, she was promoting the documentary Guerrilla Midwife and selling t-shirts to fundraise for her Yayasan Bumi Sehat midwifery clinics in Bali.  Today, she’s basking in the glow of having just been named CNN’s 2011 Hero of the Year.

When I met Ibu Robin Lim last year, she was promoting her new film and selling t-shirts as a fundraiser. Yesterday she was named CNN's 2011 Hero of the Year. I should've bought a t-shirt!

This award isn’t just a gracious nod to all of her hard work.  Rather, it has the potential to move midwifery care forward exponentially, both here in the US, in Bali, and internationally.  It has the potential to skyrocket Ibu Robin and Bumi Sehat’s goals from being ambitious, to being met.

For a few days, everyone who logs onto or watches CNN News will know who she is, what she does, and why.  Media consumers will have the concept of gentle birth brought right into their daily lives, whether or not they’re pregnant or involved in mother-baby care at all.

And aside from the massive media attention and the momentum that this could create, there’s also the $300,000 grant that comes along with the award.  That will help, too.

Congratulations to Ibu Robin Lim, the Yayasan Bumi Sehat community, and every family who will ever benefit from this work and this award.

Making a Baby – Maybe?

I really thought one of us would chicken out.  We’ve been talking about conceiving a second child this month – December 2011 – for at least a year.  This month is here, and neither of us has chickened out.

We're ready for #2! Is #2 ready for us?

I know it’s enormously presumptuous, and a huge privilege, to have the health to just decide to make another baby.  And I can’t help but keep thinking we might be jinxing ourselves by expecting it to be so easy.

After all, the conception of our first wee one came only 4 months into our relationship, and after several doses of Plan B along the way.  That was years ago, and the contrast between our lives then and now couldn’t be any starker.  We’re a happy, healthy, crazy-fun family who’s ready to grow by one.

But to think that we could just “conceive a baby in December” discounts the monumental struggle that many families face around fertility and conception.  My sister fought to conceive for 13 years, doing round after round of IVF and hormone treatments, and finally giving up. I watched from the outside how difficult that was for her and her husband, and I’d never want to experience that, or neglect to honor the value of their struggle.

So amidst what appears to be a calm/cool/collected and intentional decision to conceive, I can’t ignore the sense of concern that’s creeping up on me.  Concern about how realistic it is to expect to conceive right away, and concern about sounding pompous with all this “we’re going to conceive this month” business.

Maybe we’ll really have to work for this one, like so many people do.  Or maybe it really will be that easy again.