Bad Analogies & Metaphors

The idea of planting a garden this spring is right up there with building a space shuttle for NASA in how impossible it would be for me. Checking my office voicemail is to neurosurgery as curing cancer is to achieving world peace. My depression has me living an unbalanced analogy. Continue reading

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I’m Not Fine, and I Know It

As if it weren’t already fairly obvious with the lack of posts, I’m still treading water over here. I feel like I don’t know who I am or what I’m doing most of the time. But I’ve taken steps to … Continue reading

Flashy & Flawless

You know, I still don’t feel like Kristin. I don’t know who I am sometimes. How long does an identity crisis last after you’ve had a baby? How long does it take to transition and feel comfortable as both the … Continue reading

Gotta DASH

It’s amazing what a difference a real doctor makes. I went to my general practitioner back when I started feeling really terrible and learned that I had high blood pressure. Before Christmas he changed my meds, and they started causing … Continue reading

Letters to Gibson: Ten Months

Dear Gibson, I have been putting this letter off for a while. Just a smidge too long. Because I’m in denial that you’re growing up. As much as I don’t want to admit it…you’re not a baby anymore. You stand … Continue reading

I Am The Elephant in Your Ballroom

Not sure if it’s the weather, my sleep habits, hormones or what…but I have been having the weirdest dreams lately. A couple of nights ago I dreamed I was standing in a gorgeous ballroom with the Queen of England. The … Continue reading

Sick as a Couple vs. as a Family

When you’re sick as a couple, you can just lay in bed together and argue over who is going to get the door when the pizza delivery guy arrives. You can watch movies and bad TV and only get up … Continue reading

Sick Baby Boy

You know what sucks? Being sick. You know what sucks more? Your kid being sick. I don’t think I’ve ever felt so bad for another person in my life than my poor baby boy. He is refusing to eat. Barely … Continue reading

Letters to Gibson: Nine Months

Dear Gibson, You’ve been on the outside as long as your were on the inside! Congrats! And congrats to me and your father for keeping you alive. Phew. Seriously, you’re out to kill yourself it seems. You crawl EVERYWHERE. The … Continue reading

Teething Trauma

So, Gibs will indeed get his two front teeth for Christmas. Will we survive to Christmas is now the question. Between extra hours at work and maintaining the house and starting a new business venture, I’m not sure if any … Continue reading