It’s Par-Tay Time

I know, I know… I said no more writing-related posts for awhile…but I changed my mind. Because my book releases in just FIVE weeks (March 1st!) and I’m planning a party. And, of course, all of my bloggy friends are invited. It was my husband’s idea. He thought that it would be crazy to let book release day come and go without some sort of celebration– and from there, it evolved into a big soiree where pretty much everyone we know is invited. Anyway, we’re having it at Max’s Wine Dive in downtown Austin. We chose Max’s not only because it has a really cool name and really good food, but also because they have a huge downstairs called Max’s underground that’s decorated with local artwork. And, they provide the food. So, basically, I can just show up in my maternity muu-muu and look cute and let them do all the work. Sounds like a great party, eh? Anyway, I want to extend the official invitation to all of my bloggy friends: you’re invited. Please come! Head on over to the event invite to get more details and to RSVP. We’re ordering up lots of yummy food (caramel bread pudding bites anyone?), doing giveaways, hanging out–and get this– you might even get to meet my editor Rebecca who is flying in from New York for the occasion! If for some reason you live in Oregon and can’t make the 2,345 drive to Austin on a Tuesday night, come by my blog on March 1st cause we’ll be throwing a virtual party– complete with giveaways and pictures of yummy food....

Official Declaration: This WILL Be My Last Pregnancy

I’m making it official. If I have any say in it, I will never, ever (evereverevereverever) get pregnant again. I love babies and kids. I’d take 4 (or 5 or 10) of them. But I can’t handle being pregnant. And so I’m making it official: This is my last pregnancy. That means a year from now when I start feeling all nostalgic about baby booties and baby coos, you’ll remind me. And two years from now when my baby is walking and talking and I start whining about how my kids are all grown up and my babies aren’t babies anymore, you’ll remind me. And five years from now when my baby starts kindergarten and I leave the room sobbing because my baby is officially a big boy, you’ll remind me. No more babies. No more pregnancies. Question for you: How many kids do you have? How many do you want? If you’re done, how did you know you were...

I need advice

I need some advice. My five-year-old son is having nightmares. It started last week after we found out that we’re having a boy. As you can imagine, he’s ecstatic to be having a brother. Absolutely thrilled. But that excitement has lead to the nightmares. As I told y’all awhile back, I had a late miscarriage last July. My daughter didn’t really understand what was going on, but my son did. He had lots of questions. Why wasn’t the baby in mommy’s tummy anymore? Why did Jesus take a little baby to heaven? Would he ever meet his brother or sister? We worked through it. We talked to him about how Jesus is the only sure thing in life– and how by trusting in Jesus’s plan, we can have peace. Slowly, he started to forget. The questions went away. The tears stopped. But now, with last week’s ultrasound as the catalyst, he’s started to have nightmares about Jesus taking this baby– the brother he’s so excited about. He’s woken up nearly every night for a week, in tears, scared that Jesus has taken his brother to heaven. He’s come down and asked me if we can go back to the doctor and check to make sure he’s still moving, that his little heart is still beating. It’s heartbreaking. And I’m not sure how to help him. We pray together, we talk about trusting Jesus, we talk about God’s promises, but he’s five years old and the reality is that he’s superexcited about his baby brother– and superscared that something is going to happen. Any advice? How should I deal with...

On Being Pregnant

I know being pregnant is a blessing. Really, I do. It’s an incredible privilege to carry this tiny baby in my womb for nine months, his every kick a reminder of his growth and spirit and of this gift. But that aside, I hate it. Pregnancy sucks. And since I’m in a wallowing mood today, I’m not going to sit here and tell you that I’m feeling all blessed and sentimental when I’m really feeling pretty bitter that I still have four more months to go. So allow me to wallow for a bit. (I promise, I’ll cut the complaining next week… or at least in May once my sweet little boy decides to make his debut.) 8 Reasons I’m Hating This Pregnancy Right Now: 1. I’m already huge. I weigh more right now than I did when my daughter was born which doesn’t bode well for the next four months. I’d like to think that all this sudden weight gain is water weight, but I’m guessing the box of doughnut holes I picked up at Krispy Kreme the other day might be a contributing factor. 2. I already have to pee every 12 minutes or so. Which, again, doesn’t bode well for the next four months. 3. I’m sick of my maternity clothes already–and I just started having to wear them 3 weeks ago. I guess this is what happens when you’ve already worn them through 2 pregnancies. 4. I’m starving– but I only crave things with sour cream. (And, since I’m in a confessing mood, the sour-cream-on-a-spoon snacks I’ve been having may have something to do with...
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