Happy?
by Kym on October 30, 2009
I took the bus to my ultrasound appointment this morning. The girl sitting next to me smelled like noodles and I don’t know why, but that realization had me dangerously close to giggling. And now I want to write a novel in (…)
Success
by Kym on October 27, 2009
Yesterday was a happy, happy day. The sort of day where the cheek muscles ache at the end of it because of all the grinning that has gone on. And a funny sort of fuzzy warmth suffuses the insides, radiating (…)
And So it Goes…
by Kym on October 26, 2009
This is my I’m-such-dork-to-be-taking-pictures-of-myself face. Neil hates using the camera though and I’m realizing it’s about time I put self-consciousness aside so that, you know, if I die young or something I won’t disappear entirely. I’m going to keep practicing (…)
Dear Claira,
by Kym on October 22, 2009
I cannot stop wondering who you will be. Once here, you will spend much of your life asking yourself that same question (if you’re anything like your soul searching mama anyway). As I await your arrival my mind is bursting (…)