My Journal: Pregnancy 6, Loss 5, Day 1

The strange thing about getting a positive test after multiple losses, is that you actually don't equate it with a baby anymore. Ryan slept in late, which turned out to be a blessing. I had promised my nurse that I would take a pregnancy test this morning to rule out pregnancy as the reason for

Pro-Life? Pro-Woman? Or maybe just Pro-Human.

    I have thought long and hard about why you might be willing to read this post. What gives me the right, I have wondered, to write as I do? Perhaps it is the fact that I had an unwanted, unplanned pregnancy. That I considered, even briefly, abortion. That even as I decided I would

The spaces in between

Yesterday I saw a photo. If you know the story behind the photo, you know exactly how awful it is. It's a little 3-year-old boy, curled up on his belly. On the sand. With the water lapping at his face. Dead. The photo makes him look as though he is merely asleep.... Not that he

my 7 secrets to doing it all

      There are two things I am told by at least one person every week. The first is "It takes a special kind of person to do foster care." I'll be writing my thoughts on that here soon, but today, I'm going to share about #2: "I don't know how you do it."