J'Espere

I officially "turned the corner" about 2 weeks ago. I woke up one morning and did not immediately want to throw up. Success, but cautious success as I went through the day wondering when the feeling was going to hit again. I woke up the next morning, and same thing. About five days into this, Matt commented he hadn't been woken up to the sound of his wife chomping on cereal in bed. I commented back that, in fact, I hadn't had to, but no need to put the cereal away quite yet. So there was this great "honeymoon" period (my doctor called it that), and I was pretty excited about. Now, the honeymoon period has turned into a hunger period. I checked, and the baby is now supposed to be the size of an avocado. So WHY is it demanding SO MUCH FOOD? Oh, and you think some carrot sticks are going to satisfy it? Doubtful. Highly doubtful. The baby prefers homemade baked goods, pizza, and fruit. And if these things can happen on a regular basis, so much the better. I&

I'm sure my friends are loving the title of this post. If you have ever participated in one of my surprisingly frequent moves in any way, you understand that I am thisclosethisclose to being on Hoarders. I am extremely sentimental about my stuff. I find it mostly interesting, entertaining, and I like my stuff. But I am aware that over the last few years it has gotten out of hand, and I think Matt definitely thinks it's gotten out of hand, and I should stop. But I guess it didn't really get bad until this summer when we began to prepare our house for moving. It was bad. Really bad. We started packing up all this stuff, and then it was suggested we move it to a storage unit. Which I happen to already have. So we drove the stuff up, opened up my unit and it was...horrific. For both of us to realize that the storage unit was already full of a good amount of my crap from when I had moved back from Wilmington, and stuff from when I had moved from Chapel Hill to Wilmington, and

So when it came time to write this post, I hesitated. As I have been doing for the last few weeks. At a certain point you're supposed to admit to important changes in your life, but I have to say I've always had a hard time talking about the really important changes. Like, we sold our house, and the question was, Should we tell people? The answer: ehhh, we'll tell them some other time. I can say I wasn't like that when we were engaged, but I think a large sparkly thing on your finger is message enough. This has been much more subtle. For sure. Well, subtle until right about now. I haven't been completely honest with you, audience. We like to say that we make all our major life changes at once- selling our house, starting a new job, and to a degree that is completely true. But in the middle of all of this, I got pneumonia, which I haven't had since Sophomore year in college- if Nicole, Abby or Cat are reading this I'm sure they will remember my "walk w

Today was the first full week of my new job. I had accepted the position at the end of November after a ton of thought, discussions, tears, and wondering if I was making the right decision or jumping into something to escape. Now that it’s Friday and I’m wrapping up, I can say without trepidation that it was the right decision. Changing schools in the middle of the year is tricky. I think in most jobs they require two weeks’ notice, and it doesn't matter very much when you change. Summer, Fall, Winter, unless you have a massive project you’ll be in good shape. But in education, at least in traditional schooling, that’s considered somewhat taboo. In public schools you normally put in for a transfer in the spring and then change in the fall, so you don’t disrupt the year. In my case, I put in 30 days at the end of November and prayed for the best. Coming into a new school in the middle of the year is equally difficult. You’re starting from scratch, especially as a librarian or othe

That's not really what this blog post is about. I mean, it is about the New Year, but not about a New You. I just saw that in an ad for a fitness center and thought it would make a catchy title for this post. So every year at this time I try really hard to think about what I have done in the last year, and what I am going to do this year. Just like 90% of other Americans. Let's start with last year: 1. Disney Marathon, Tarheel 10 miler, and GOTR Reindeer Romp. City of Oaks was supposed to be in there but I had pneumonia (Matt did it for both of us :-)) 2. Junior League volunteering 3. Volunteered as a coach for GOTR. 4. Librarianism 5. We put our house on the market. 6. We sold our house. 7. We actually freakin' closed on our house (FHA loans are NOT FUN.) 8. I turned 30. I couldn't find my resolutions from last year, so I have nothing to compare them to. Remind me to put them on the blog from now on, since I have no doubt that the internet is infinite space and time