I heard an unusual notification ping on my cell phone and looked down to read it. “Congratulations! You’ve entered your third trimester!” My BabyCenter app informed me. Say what? Already? How did this happen? If you’ve been here a while you know with my first two babies I was so on top of documenting my…
As I prepared to sit down and write this post a certain gif kept coming to mind. It’s not an accurate depiction of my life. Nothing is burning down. We aren’t falling apart. But it’s how I’ve been feeling inside. To y’all I’m trying to be like “yea, it’s cool, I’m good” but inside I’m…
It never fails, once a month I’m rushing to the dollar store to stock up on pregnancy tests again because I’m sure my IUD has failed or fallen out and I’m pregnant. You see,e I can never tell when I’m actually late because I have an IUD and sometimes the dates get a little wonky….
Dude, I’m feeling so weird lately. I’m like a backwards Jennifer. All of the things I used to love seem to be boring the crap out of me lately. And all of the things I used to avoid have been at the top of my list. For example, my job lately feels like groundhog day….
I know this is my second baby but I’m determined not to suck at documenting this pregnancy. Lil’ J (formerly known as Spawnie) got a cool baby book from my pregnancy documentation and by George Leechie will too! Don’t wanna fall behind again so let’s catch up from last week real quick. We went to…
You know, it’s interesting, being pregnant again. It gives me a chance to reflect and compare to how things were last time. I mean, I remember being tired, but I don’t remember being THIS tired. Last time I was able to take a nap whenever I wanted and this time I’m trying to keep from passing out…
Source: Half-Priced Drapes Sexy curtains for my bedroom. If my husband’s swimmers miraculously survive five days and fertilize an egg while I’m out of town at his family reunion… I’ll make the curtains. If not… I’ll buy them. Either way having these babies in my bedroom come August can only help the cause.
Just because I’m pissed off I’m not pregnant yet doesn’t mean I’m ungrateful for the one I already have. It doesn’t mean I don’t know it’ll happen in God’s time. Just because I’m annoyed at my reproductive system doesn’t mean I think I’m infertile (ok, I’ll admit, Google and an Oprah episode about early menopause…
Lately I’m finding myself cleaning. For hours and hours after my daughter goes to bed. I have a dozen other fun and interesting things to do, but I guess the little cleaning habit I developed while trying to persuade my husband on baby #2 stuck. Yuck. Two nights ago I cleaned for four hours. Four….
It’s amazing looking at the past {almost} three years of my blog and seeing how I’m right back at square one. Except this time, I have a baby. I’m totally content. Honestly, I’m fine and happy with one, and am not feeling the slightest bit pressured to have another. Sure there are some things that…
Question: If a friend of yours exclaimed that she ripped her jeans would your first reaction be to ask if she’s pregnant? I’m asking because this happened to me, and it’s the second time this question has come up (my husband’s funeral is next week) and I’m really starting to feel self conscious. First of…
I’ll never forget how I felt looking in the mirror at myself for the first time after having my baby. “Spawnie” was gone. And in her place I was given a chunky, round, very noisy and squirmy stranger. I felt like I had lost a part if me. Or like a loved one had died….