The Unadventures of Tracie

As I mentioned before, I'm starting new blogs. The one I most want to start working on is a birth blog. But I still can't think of a title. So help me come up with a title! I need to start working on this before I drive everyone crazy talking about birth. Once I can start blogging about it, I can finally let my mind clear. Here are some that I've thought up: A Womb with a View (there's an ultrasound .com site with this title) A Pregnant Pause (I really like this one but looks like there's already a .net site with this title) Not Another Birth Blog Mind over Labor (no blogs with this title, though there is a book with this title) Unadventures in Laborland or Adventures in Laborland (I think I'm leaning toward one of these two.) HayLee suggested Out of the Womb, which I like but I'm not sure quite fits. I want this to be a blog about pregnancy, fertility, trying to conceive, labor, delivery, birth, postpartum, breastfeeding, and taking care of a b...

 My last post was mostly serious so thus by decree this one has to be as proportionally silly as that one was serious. Because that's how I roll, ya'll. According to my Introduction to English Language class I took in college, words change over time. (Sounds kind of obvious, doesn't it?) Some of the things we talked about are how the article "an" came to be developed, at least partially. I don't remember what the principle is called anymore, but some words used to start with "n" instead of a vowel. These included words such as norange and napron. Think about it. The Spanish word for orange is naranja . Since writing (especially spelling) came long after language did and continued to change, it slowly became "an orange" instead of "a norange." Similarly, "a napron" become "an apron." Another similar change happened. Instead of the losing the "n," some words gained an "n." Thus that is how ...

OoooOO Look at my new blog layout! So excited about Blogger finally making things easier to customize. Now I can change it as often as I please. I'm going to try posting more frequently. I've been going through lots of different things lately. And I haven't been blogging about any of them. And I so desperately need to. Writing is a catharsis for me, a stress reliever. And since I haven't been writing, no stress has been relieved. For the Harry Potter fans, writing is my "emotional pensieve." It's so much easier to function once I just get it all out there. But instead of writing about stuff, I've been keeping it in or driving Austin crazy as he is the only person I've been really able to talk to about some things. (I've also been obsessing about certain other topics with other people as well.) I can't sleep at night for various reasons. I have a serious sleeping disorder called "I stay up later than I should." And I should proba...

I was still in school when Austin and I were dating. The semester we got engaged I was taking Marriage Preparation at BYU. (Highly recommend. Probably one of the best classes I've taken in my life ever.) As one of the assignments in that class, I was to write a letter to my fiance explaining why I wanted to marry him. In honor of our four-year wedding anniversary, coming up later this month, I'm posting my letter to him, written four months before we got married: Dear Austin,      I know that there could have been someone else for the both of us. We could have (and I guess we still could if we really wanted to) changed our minds and found someone else. But we didn’t. After fourteen months and against sometimes insurmountable odds, we are still together and going strong. I know that before we started dating I told you that I could never marry you. I was wrong. I was wrong for so many reasons. To further clarify, I would like to tell you all the many reasons why I’...

The votes are in! I will be cutting Morgan's hair soon. I'll do a post when I actually get around to doing it. The votes were evenly divided between trimming, cutting, and waiting. I waited anyway (mostly out of laziness). Only one person thought we should let Morgan grow a mullet. It's starting to head that way, but sorry, we won't be keeping it like that. Stay tuned for pictures and a post on cutting Morgan's hair! Ooo Fun Stuff. My life is so boring. (More exciting...Morgan is almost 1!)

I hate the universe sometimes....It so often screws with me. Once again Austin and I are having to say goodbye to friends. Over the last several years we've had many friends move away. Every time it's been hard. Every time tears were shed. Every time I hoped the friendship wouldn't die. This time I really hope we can keep the flame of friendship burning bright. If you would have told me a year and a half ago, I would be sad that Jake and Wendy were moving away, I wouldn't have believed you. We met at book club. It was clear right away that these were interesting people. But there was also some clashing. (Largely due to me hating Kafka. Sorry I'm still not a fan. ;) ) I actually don't remember how or when it happened, but somewhere along the way, instead of seeing differences, I started seeing similarities. We became friends. And now they're some of my favorite people in the whole world. And they're moving. I'm happy they'll get to be wit...

The gulf between us grows day by day. The distance between us loams larger. I see you on your side and me on mine. I wonder how things are going over there. I can only guess. I don't have a direct line anymore, only binoculars. How I so desperately miss, mourn, and grieve being on the same side. I know I'll never be able to live on the same side again. Too much has changed. There will always be a divide.  But I want to build a bridge, connect our two halves. We may live on different sides, different worlds with different experiences, different terrains but does that mean we can't have a connecting path? There just needs to be one strong connection, built from one side to the other. How I long for that bridge to be built. But how? Can it be done? I haven't done a proper job of starting my side. I don't know what materials to use. I keep searching for them, picking some up and discarding them.  I'm "in construction"  though the bridge shows no signs of ...