Saturday, August 1, 2015. When I Wished I Could End My Pregnancy. It was late into the night. I had spent hours wrestling between crying, trying to sleep, praying, trying to get comfortable, begging for mercy. needing to flee from the darkness that threatened to suffocate me. yet only able to lie awake while I felt my baby move around inside me. I was almost 28 weeks pregnant. And I wanted my pregnancy to end. I was not an unwed.

Sunday, August 16, 2015. We are exiting a summer of transition and entering a season of firsts. We had our first weekend in our rental home which included first nights. first time riding bikes outside. we have mixed thoughts on the house, love parts of it and not so much others. we love the neighborhood, the wide streets, the cul-de-sac and the mature trees. we hope this home will be a place of rest and gathering for this unique season. Not so much a first, but we are entering a.

St Christopher St Kitts and Nevis. St Vincent and the Grenadines. Akrotiri and Dhekelia UK Cyprus Military Bases.

Lover of words, pediatrician, researcher, runner, ballet student, cat lady. A journal of the day-to-day and occasionally the more momentous, with reflections on what makes a good life. Inspired by Maisie, who already knows the latter. Otherwise, they are mine. And link back to this blog. Worse than a vet visit. Baked goods of all sorts.

I enjoy watching a great many cooking shows on television. Although most of them gloss over the actual cooking in favor of reality show drama, occasionally there is something to be learned there. This blog will detail some of those lessons and provide general commentary of TV chefs and cooking shows, as well as offering some of my own favorite recipes and cooking techniques. Saturday, January 18, 2014.