Baby Wiggles McD

35 weeks + 2 days... Wiggles could arrive in less than a month! Or, later than that. Babies come when babies come. Any guesses for how long I'll go?! All in all, we're doing well. We've had some challenges in the last week or so. My fasting levels continued to rise, so I was put on insulin injections before bedtime. Not the end of the world, but also not the funnest bedtime routine. "Hey Scott... ready to inject me again?!" We've adapted to the injection routine already (we're old pros really), but the first injection felt so surreal. Afterwards, I felt like we were stepping back in time to the early days of IVF. I thought we'd put this shit behind us.  Insulin injections are child's play compared to progesterone injections in the ass, so I don't have much to complain about. I'm on a low dose. Insulin doesn't cross the placental barrier. And my fasting/morning glucose levels are lower. Nothing is forever. This too shall pass. I am healt...

33 weeks + 2 days. Sh!t's gettin' real.  Wiggles is constantly moving – s/he's really living up to the nickname we gave at the 12 week ultrasound. It's really special and I enjoy every second of it... even when my bladder is being used as a punching bag or my ribs as a resting place for feet. I wonder if I will feel the same as Wiggles gets bigger and bigger and bigger?!? We shall see. Scott gets to feel and watch Wiggles change the shape of my belly a lot more frequently now too. He's fascinated by the movement and he's always trying to understand what it must actually feel like. He's eager to hold Wiggles and it's just incredibly tender and precious to watch his face when he interacts with Wiggles through my belly. I'll cherish those intimate moments forever.   happy as a clam!  Summer has officially arrived in San Diego and we're trying to get out to the ocean as often as possible. Unfortunately, it can be quite tricky to get to the water and...

It's been an incredibly heavy week. My heart breaks for so many Americans of the BIPOC community. As I've read, listened, absorbed, reflected, and integrated; I am both enraged and deeply saddened. Racism and classism have always been problematic in this country. But I suppose I fooled myself, from my white, middle-class perspective, into believing we were making progress. Strides in the right direction. But we have let down our fellow Americans and human-beings over and over and over and over and over again. If these protests show anything, I hope it's that we, as a society and a nation, will change for the good.  I want to be in the crowds of protesters. I support Black Lives Matter 150%. With the exacerbation of the COVID-19 pandemic and technically being in an at-risk category (pregnancy), I'm stuck on the sidelines. But I'm involved. Advocating. Listening. Honking and cheering on protestors from the safety of my car.  Checking my own privileges and assumptions....