This post is the third installment in my gWhiz! gDiaper series. In this one, I’ll introduce you to my changing station and procedures for changing a diaper. There are countless ways to arrange your own space, but I know that this is the sort of thing I love to read – peeks into people’s organization,


Now that I’ve told you why I decided to cloth diaper and also why I chose gDiapers specifically, I figured I’d give you more than just a glance into the gDiapering world. This post is going to be a quick one, just showing you what makes a “g” a “g.” The front of the gDiaper


I knew before I was pregnant that I would want to use cloth diapers on my children. Why? Was it because I want to Save The Earth and be Super Crunchy, Eco-Friendly and Green? Maybe if I were a better person. But if I’m honest, my main motivation is that whole financial prioritization thing. There’s


Part of why I cloth diaper my baby is because I’m …cheap? You could say frugal, which maybe sounds nicer… but frugal gives me mental images of reusing coffee filters until they fall apart. The again, cheap doesn’t sound great either… so… we’ll say I’m heavily budgeted. And I’d rather buy delicious food than disposable


Today, my sweet baby is one month old. She’s gone from a squishy-faced newborn to a real baby, but I know she’s still in the “fourth trimester” and very new to the world. On one hand, it feels like she was born just yesterday, but on the other, it feels like she’s been here forever.


I just have to start writing… but there is something so intimidating about a blank white fresh text field when I have such an Important Subject to record. Especially when I don’t really consider myself to be much of a writer. I don’t even like writing that much! Who knows why I love to blog?


Well, happy birthday to him yesterday. And as a birthday gift to all of you? I give you this cake. And since I made it with a 3-week-old baby who is nursing constantly when she is awake… you know it must be easy. Plus it’s grain-free and gluten-free. Score! And my husband just wouldn’t be


After 42 weeks and 3 days of pregnancy, and a lot of patience, Anneliese Claire was born! And let me tell you… if you’re pregnant and want to go into labor, I figured it out. It’s not walking, sex, castor oil, or spicy food. It isn’t eggplant, acupressure, a special pizza, pineapples, or bouncing on


Last week I wrote about having been in Prodromal Labor for basically the entire week. It hasn’t stopped. Each day and night, I have many, many contractions. The weird thing is I don’t know if they’ve gotten less intense or if my uterus is just stronger now, so I notice them less. I suspect the


This week’s letter to baby will have to be edited into a nice image later on. If you read on you’ll find out why, relatively quickly. Oh, and it’s not because the baby was born yet… Dear Baby, I only half-expected you to be born by this point, since the average pregnancy lasts closer to


Don’t get me wrong – I’m still being patient, and I’m not about to ask to be induced or have my membranes stripped or anything like that. But I know our little girl is “fully cooked” in there, and now that our midwife is back in town it’s hard to not want her to come


The baby room is finished enough to share with you now, I think. It’s not perfect or what I intend her “real” room to be like, but it’s a “for now” sort of situation since we will be moving soon (this fall). Don’t ask me where we’re moving. We don’t know; it’s up to the



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