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I don't think it's a secret, among those who know me, that I love a clean house. And by "love," what I mean is not only do I like seeing my house all tidied up and clean, but I really enjoy cleaning in general. Even as a child, I loved Saturday morning chores done with my mom. I realize I'm probably in the minority of people who actually enjoy cleaning, and I'm cool with that. What may not be known, though, is my even greater love for a well lived in home. A well loved home. As much as I enjoy the wiping down, the picking up, the putting away

I stopped updating here on the blog about my pregnancy when I was nineteen weeks. Which may not have not seemed unusual given my spotty update history, but unlike things in the past, it was a purposeful move. During my twentieth week, we had our routine anatomy scan. It went really well and we came home knowing for certain we were having a little girl and that she seemed to be following in her brother's footsteps - healthy, on target. Not to mention those ultrasound pictures. Cutest baby there ever was (apart from Ezra, of course)! That weekend, I went away with my mom and sister for a girls' weekend - extra special at the time knowing

It's official - Ezra is going to be a big brother to a little sister! We found out back in December (the 13th, to be exact) so it was very difficult to keep this news in for quite awhile (though we did tell family right away!). There are a few reasons it took so long to share this gender reveal, and I will talk about those at a later date, but for now what matters is we are now wrapped up in visions of flowers, sparkles and the color pink as we shift our thinking from boy-boy-boy to girl-girl-girl. I had mentioned in a weekly update that I had a tiny sliver of a feeling that this

I can finally announce it - it's a second pregnancy for the Rosens! I know I go through periods where this blog is kind of quiet, and the most recent period of quiet was due to me being in the middle of my first trimester and trying to stay healthy while caring for a toddler. Harder than I thought it would be, that's for sure. But now I'm 13 weeks (well, I will be on Friday actually) and am feeling better overall, though still sick at night. Around 14 weeks was when things let up with Ezra so I'm looking forward to getting to that point, and just to the second trimester in general. We had the lovely

This is the year I turned 30. It's the year that I thought things would come together. Turning 30 is one of those monumental life changes that you see in the movies and hear about from your friends. It's when life is supposed to make sense. I've only been 30 for about six and a half months, and I would say this has not been the year I thought was in store for me, but isn't that the way it goes? I have questioned more things - about myself, about the world - in these last six months than I have ever in my previous 29 years. I haven't come up with many answers. I found myself in the