My name is Lindsay. I am OCD about organization, despise escalator hand rails and their deceptive dirtiness, love Starbucks soy caramel macchiatos in an unhealthy way and like to freak people out by telling them how I minored in criminal justice with an emphasis in serial killers in college.
I married my soul mate on May 28, 2005. This is Brian. Adorably handsome, isn't he?
Brian is the most honest and gentle man I know, loves golf, knows lots of sports words that I don't understand, always makes my coffee in the morning and spoils Lila and I like crazy.
After graduating from grad school in 2007 and lots of fun newly-wed time, we decided to try for a little mini-me.
Two years later, after lots of doctors appointments and medical procedures, my doctor told me we were headed for the IVF train. We hitched a ride to Chicago, where we moved for a month to go through treatments. Basically it was an extended vacation, except with shots in my butt and hormone swings.
On June 26, 2009, we found out that our prayers were finally answered and we were expecting a miracle baby. Then we had 10 months of hell, otherwise known as my pregnancy. My God, it was a long horrible road. But then this little one...
was finally born into this world. And now we have her. No takesies backsies.
When I am not chasing around Lila Bean, I work for a local non-profit that helps families of seriously ill children. And then I do lots of dishes and laundry, volunteer at our church, write a blog and then save the world. Now where did I put my cape again?
