That phrase probably doesn't make sense, but I've come to say it and think it so often that it seems perfectly natural to me. It was made up during a conversation with my mom. I don't even remember the specifics of the conversation, or how it got started; I just remember talking about the things... Continue Reading →

There are a lot of definitions of "Empty Arms Syndrome". My definition is this: Empty Arms Syndrome is the feeling you feel when instead of bringing home a healthy baby from the hospital, you're bringing home a pamphlet about what to do if you're struggling with miscarriages. Instead of getting up at night to nurse... Continue Reading →