As the time draws closer for me to deliver I have been recounting my other two deliveries and how I’d like this one, the finale to be the best. In doing that I’ve thought about the things I found myself needing as I was in the hospital and how unprepared I’ve been simply because of my procrastination. On my initial go round I totally pushed off packing a bag for the hospital and sorely missed a load of necessities, like a hairband. I mean, really Leslie? Needless to say I barely learned my lesson the second time because I still pushed off gathering my things and while I did better, I still was a struggle bus. So I’m writing it here in order be held accountable by you and myself. Let’s hope it works!
I‘ve done this twice now. Each time it was different but yet the same; nerve wrecking, joyous, pain inducing, and ultimately I got to leave with a bundle of joy in tow. Though you know what to expect, inevitably with pregnancy, comes a sense of fear. Largely because it is the unknown. There is discomfort
The sound of her bracelets alerted me every evening of her return. The gentle click clack of her heels coming around the corner, long day resting on her shoulders. My mother often returned home from her days at the office tired but she still rose everyday to do what had to be done. She worked,
As a kid I always wanted to wear glasses because everyone around me had them; cousins, my older sister, my little sister. As it turned out I didn’t need them, my vision was top notch. That was until about eight years ago when I noticed the street lines starting to blur I figured it was