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.
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.