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Dearest Sebastian,  This will be a more sobering letter, but I don't think I can write about my pregnancy without addressing the big elephant in the room.  I write this letter to you in grave hopes that by the time you're old enough to read these letters, COVID-19 is something you read about in your history books. However, by the time you're taking history classes, I am sure you won't have textbooks. I'm sure some robot will tell you about it.  I hope that you go to a busy, bustling school with activities, contact sports, and choir. (all things that currently don't exist). I hope you had a childhood where you could play tag. (currently banned). I hope you have school pictures where you are making faces at the camera that is not hidden behind a mask. But given the current state, your mama is not so sure what kind of world she is bringing you into. At this point, all I can tell you is that I promise your Dad and I will travel with you and make life as special as w

Dear B.S., This may be one of my more crude letters to you. But realize your mama has sort of a blunt/dry sense of humor. I was also an ER nurse in a different life - and we can be a tainted breed. But I promise this is all in good fun.  I call you "B.S." in this letter because I cannot count how many times in the past 6 weeks I have muttered "this is bullshit!", as I lay on our couch curled up in a ball with the room spinning, while your dad enjoys a plate of tacos and a crisp, cold IPA.  One of the most prominent "joys" of pregnancy I have been blessed with is 24/7 nausea. I call 8pm my "witching hour" lately. Around that time I find myself laying down with my mouth filling with saliva, trying all sorts of strange positions to lay in that may help relieve my nausea. And then I run to the toilet and hover over it taking audible, dramatic deep breaths for a long period of time.  Some day I will show you a movie about a little lady name "Emil

Dear Baby Sebastian,  First of all, I realize that in a few weeks when our NIPT testing results come back, I may have to change the name I have provided you with. You're probably wondering "Why Sebastian?" As much as I do appreciate "the Little Mermaid", that is not the cause of your namesake. I have been dreaming about baby names long before you became an embryo and eventually a fetus. I also have an intuition I have XY chromosomes floating around in there, but I could be wrong.  When your Mama was approximately 14, I really thought I would someday marry a boy named Sebastian. Sebastian was going to be cool, smart, musical, and probably wear glasses. He was going to be calm and collected with no criminal record. He was going to be well-dressed, and different from all the other boys with brown eyes. I did not end up marrying a boy named Sebastian. I married your father, Ryan. Your dad was an exceptional candidate for the qualifications of marriage, even though h

Wow, this blog still exists?! I last left you with a heartfelt post of us ending our little stay in Fargo, North Dakota, and returning back to Arizona. Boy, am I glad I did a few posts while there to document that special time in our lives that still lives a massive imprint on my heart. I won't drone in the details that have occurred over the past three years. But I will say that a lot has happened! A few highlights: Ryan and I both started master's programs sometime in 2018. I left Humana and returned to the big, busy, academic medical center I so loved I became a liver transplant coordinator and had the honor to help several patients get listed for a life-saving transplant.  I also spent a lot of hours on-call as a transplant coordinator, which was a challenge to balance with grad school as I sometimes worked 20 days in a row Our garden is massive.  We became chicken farmers We traveled all over Italy and Greece last year to celebrate our 10-year Anniversary I