You know what I’m talking about.
You’ve been hard at work on a project, a hobby, or even a dream. You’ve reached that “point of no return” moment and you feel unsure, anxious.
There is a reason that Reset and Power are different buttons.
Is it good enough?
Will people like it?
Will people hate it?
Will I be criticized?
Is it worth it?
And in that moment you panic and hit Reset. You decide to move on, to do something better, to start over in hopes of being perfect.
A couple weeks ago I wrote a post on why we chose to use a midwife for our firstborn. One of the reasons I highlighted was the astronomically high maternal death rate in the U.S (it is double that of Canada and Western Europe). Since hitting publish on that post, I came across this infographic from Amnesty International—who is spearheading this cause—and wanted to share it with you.
I Love You Casey
For my Casey on Valentine’s Day
A portrait of a sunset
seen in the iris of your eyes
gentle, breathtaking, calming my spirit
with amber hues speaking directly
into my consciousness
subduing wild instincts
with compassion and stopping time
with a mischievous blink,
for the sun will not set
as long as we are visitors in Eternity, its canvas
preserved in your gaze
allowing my presence
as long as I marvel at the beauty within
and forget the world around me,
illustrating my meaning
as your paintings interpret me
It’s no secret we are having a boy. It has been an awesome pregnancy so far, and one of the things we wanted to do before our progeny enters the world was have a song to remember this time – just like how couples have their “song” that stirs feelings/memories/love.
While there are many pregnancy songs out there, when I narrowed it down to boy specific I found very little to go on. Undeterred, I pressed on. After hours of digging, I came up with a baker’s dozen songs to choose from that were meaningful and fit our musical taste.
Infographic courtesy of the creative minds @ medicalbillingandcodingonline.org.
Highlights include: How drug companies hooked our nation, more Americans taking drugs than ever before, most drugs have no benefit and some harm.
**UPDATED** See below for baby’s gender
In a few short hours, I will get some info on the baby growing in my wife’s belly. The anticipation over the past 24 hours has made all else seem insignificant. I feel like I am stuck in Dr. Seuss’s Waiting Place.
Super Bowl? Didn’t care.
Reading a book with some hot tea? Felt forced.
Whatever I’m doing, my thoughts drift to Baby Burn. For the first time in my adult life (and during this pregnancy), time has slowed to a crawl.
