I have finished my first class as a graduate student and received an A.

To all my doubters, fuck off.


I’m Back

I’ve been trying to write this for a week now, but couldn’t. It was still too soon.

My sister’s miscarriage reminded me why I’m going for my MPH and focusing on maternal and infant health. 1 in 4 women experience miscarriages. We say we’re sorry for the mother losing a baby and move on. But it’s not so easy for the mother. In the last few weeks my sister has blamed herself for miscarrying. She’s blamed her husband. She’s had to take pills to remove her baby that didn’t work. Take more that did, but caused complications. Had a d&c and complications from the epidural. And she has only been able to take a few days off from work. She hasn’t had time to heal physically and emotionally.

Postpartum depression is just starting to be talked about openly in the US, but mothers are still looked down on for suffering from it. What about mothers who experience miscarriage? They suffer from depression too and it’s time they get a voice.

An End Before The Beginning

So my sister had a miscarriage. Today when she went to hear it’s heartbeat, there was nothing.

Since the gender wasn’t known yet, I’ve been calling her or him Lil nugget. In the short time everyone has known of Lil nugget, names have been discussed, events were going to be changed or delayed since Lil nugget would have been born around the start of flu season and we wouldn’t want to chance he/she getting sick.

But now, none of that has to change. Nothing will change.

The hardest part was deleting the app I’ve had tracking Lil nugget. By now Lil biggest would be the size of a lego, toes and finger, and the tail would be just about gone if not gone completely.

Goodbye Lil nugget.


Quick Decisions

In the last 24 hours I have agreed to go to Disney in a few months and booked my flights. I probably should take more time to think about things a little more before I do them instead of going on impulse. Oh well.


I’m Obsessed

I’m a crazy cat lady at 23 and I am not ashamed.


It’s Like Christmas

The Patriots are going to the super bowl!!!!!! It was rough, but it happened!


Odd Man Out

Out of my friends I am the only single one. Now, I only really consider 4 people friends, I may refer to some others as friends, but it is more of a way to talk about them, rather then just saying “someone I know”. Anyways, they all are in serious relationships. My last friend that was single is now in a relationship, leaving me a lone wolf.

I am very happy for them all and their guys seem great even though I haven’t met them all yet.

I don’t really want to be in a relationship, sometimes it would be nice to have someone to cuddle with or do cute couple things with.

But really, it is just boring having all your friends in relationships.

It is The Year of Tiffany though, so I have better things to do.