• Hi, I’m Blair.

    A sweet Southern girl. Married 4+ years to a devilishly handsome man. Harrison est. October 14, 2009. Miscarriage survivor. Reflux warrior. Battling postpartum depression. Working mom that drinks entirely too much caffeine in the morning. Over-sharing extraordinaire. Hates celery & liars. Loves chocolate chip cookies & to-do lists. "Blair" is my pen name.
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One Year.

and what a year it has been. Today is a sweet feeling because I remember EXACTLY how it felt to watch that second line appear for the first time in my life. To look over at Nate with the biggest smiles on our faces and say, “OH MY GOD, we made a baby.” & nothing [...]

Last one, I promise.

Without a doubt, it is the most sophisticated piece of technology I will ever pee on. p.s. thank you to my dear friend, Lala, who smuggled these leftover pee sticks to me in Panera.  & God bless the group of men in the booth next to us that witnessed the entire act & conversation regarding [...]

Two lines in ’09!

At 11dpo, officially 3 weeks & 6 days pregnant. No magical camera-editing tricks for this one, folks.  Looks like I am, indeed, growing a spawn again.  HALLE-EFFING-LUJAH!  Nate pouted, wishing that the line was darker.  I reminded him that I am only 11dpo & that this was the first day with Harpie that we ever [...]

Maybe a baby??

Want to know who is the WORST POAS-pusher in the history of America? Nate. Hands-down. & of course, I cave to him every single time. So last night before Grey’s began, he suggests that I pee. “Come on, babe…it’s only a dollar,” he pressured. So I grudgingly trudged into the bathroom, peed in a plastic [...]

I am constipated. Which is physically improbable, considering the 4 cups of coffee I downed this morning along with a greasy egg biscuit from Bojangles.  That is a recipe for an intestinal oil change, yet I stare longingly at my pink Metamucil can. I must be pregnant.  That is the only possible explanation, no? I [...]

Yes, it's true. I'm KTFU.

First, may I apologize to all readers for a) keeping this secret and b) going soft on your asses the past 2 weeks. Now that the secret is out, let your regular Blair return! Proof is in the pudding, or at least the pee: 11 dpo test. I actually thought I saw a little something [...]

Negative, ghost rider.

A temp dip, too! Oh, rapturous joy. Oh, for those that have difficulty reading pregnancy tests and then threaten to sue the test companies ::snicker:: this is what a BFN looks like. Feel free to take notes.

My first BFN.

I know, I wasn’t going to update you. And don’t think that this is going to happen every time, it is simply that we woke up early so that I could test before Nate left, and now I am wide awake before 7am. BFN this morning. I know, it’s only CD 11. It’s not over [...]