Worst Case Scenario

Normally I try to keep things light here. Posting about my latest Netflix watching habits and funny trials as a new mom. BUT Facebook keeps reminding me of a topic that I've been wanting to address for a while now. I've never talked about my anxiety to anyone before but the fact that two articles have popped up in my newsfeed in the last two days I'll chalk up to Facebook spying on me, somehow knowing my innermost thoughts. Before I read the articles, I thought it was just me - I didn't know there was a name for what I have been experiencing since my son was born. It's nice to know that post-partum anxiety is not uncommon.

True Confessions: I Love My Mini Van

I like love driving my mini van. Who am I?

One jean purchase away from these ladies -- that's who. But you know what -- I don't care. I'm not ashamed. I'm a mini van mom... but dammit I'm the hottest mini van mom in town.

What Kind Of Mom Will I Be: A Mother's Day Recipe

It's my first official Mother's Day and I can't help but wonder about the type of mom I'll be when the baby is born.

Having grown up watching sitcoms, I'm looking to a few TV moms to come up with a suitable recipe...

Is It a Boy or a Girl?

My 20-week ultrasound -- thee ultrasound where we can find out the baby's sex is just a few short days away. And as you can imagine the antici.........................................................................pation is already killing us.

Meet Marissa

Yesterday was World Down Syndrome Day and several related posts popped up on my Facebook feed as they do every year on March 21. I thought about posting about my soon-to-be step-daughter, Marissa as I had done in years past. I attempted to write about her hilarious personality... her recent accomplishments - reading and comprehending book after book and with inflection... her sweetness - like wanting to kiss the baby in my belly... but I was at a loss for words (and couldn't decide on a picture). And that's because no picture or post could possibly begin to describe the incredible girl that she is.

Can't. Stop. Crying.

Frequent bathroom breaks... short term memory... CAN'T STOP CRYING. Am I 4 or 24? Oh that's right, I'm pregnant -- and I'm starting to think the recent changes going on both physically and mentally are preparing me for what's to come in more ways than one.