When trying to find maternity clothes, I hit a strange roadblock in the form of modesty. Nearly everything was skin-tight and usually short or extremely low-cut, if not all three.
Pregnancy after miscarriage is a strange thing. It's bittersweet, but you have to hold onto any sweetness you can, since sometimes there's no getting rid of the bitter part.
Don't punish yourself for creating. Now that sounds a little too obvious right? But it isn't.
Okay, okay, I know the title sounds cliche, but I mean it. Max and I just passed the two year anniversary of first speaking to each other on CatholicMatch, so the dynamics of marriage were on my mind. One of the best pieces of relationship advice I'd heard was the above. I was already doing …
Since a lot of engagements and such often take place around Valentine's Day, I thought this would be a good time to talk about my experience with my engagement/wedding ring.
I heard so many people say that we were going to have a hard time in the first year. So many people said I didn't know what I was getting into, getting married so quickly. I was frequently told I didn't have a real relationship with my then-fiancé if we hadn't had a screaming fight. We were told we were too young, too hasty, even foolish.
Have you ever had that one story that you could never seem to write properly, but you keep making attempts every few years to reboot it as your skills as a writer increase?
Exactly one year ago today, my now-husband and I were betrothed. Saying that to most people always elicits a question about betrothal in the first place. Usually, there's a conflation of betrothal and engagement. However, they're actually pretty different.
The above phrase is always how I think of what life is like after NaNo is over. Even if you don't make it to 50k, your imagination usually feels like some kind of post-apocalyptic wasteland after all the work done. At least mine always does.
As you may suppose from my previous post, this year's Thanksgiving will be a bit bittersweet.