Go with me here guys. I consider myself to be an intelligent person, but over the last three years I’ve had some pretty astonishing “DUH” moments. Yes, I am entirely blaming pregnancy/motherhood. I was in the drug store the other day, and by design, I fell into the trap of eyeballing all of the impulse purchase items that they have so thoughtfully displayed by the register as I waited in line. The packaging of one item in particular caught my eye, so I picked it up and read a bit more. Before I knew it, that little impulse item was in my basket. I couldn’t wait to try it out. I’d never seen anything like it. The product did exactly what the packaging promised and I couldn’t believe it. Blissfully unaware, I thought to myself, “So cool! I’m going to get this for stocking stuffers for everyone I know!” It wasn’t until later that I thought to myself… wait… is this a sex toy?
Welcome to TINI FRIDAY! If you’re new here, my husband makes the best martinis and on Friday nights, we drink ’em! It’s our time to reconnect and RELAX, and at some point during the night I usually secretly record him on a rant about something. It’s always a good time.
A few things you should know if you’re new to Tini Friday… Lane (my husband) makes really
good strong martinis. I only crossed out “good” for humor purposes because they are actually delicious. He has a tendency to fill your glass back up when you’re about half way done, so you’re never really sure how much you’ve had until it’s too late. These nights are our time to reconnect, put the pause on chores and bills and diapers, and talk about WHATEVER. Usually at some point in our conversation, Lane slips a little deeper into his sexy Southern gentleman accent and gets on a rant about something. That’s when I start secretly recording. I’ve done this so many times that you would think he’d suspect it at some point, but he honestly never knows until I hit the “end” button on my phone when his rant is over. And usually then he goes “awwwww maaaan.”VIEW POST
Well, it’s over. My twelve weeks of blissful baby snuggles ended with my return to work today. I have dreaded this day, not because I don’t want to go back to work, but because the thought of leaving the tiny human that has not been out of my sight for more than an hour since her invention with essentially a stranger is enough to break my soul. I spent so much time preparing my daughter for her first day at “school”, that I completely forgot one BIG thing I should have done to prepare for my return to work.VIEW POST
Leave it to me to find the most obscure and bizarre post partum affliction available. I hadn’t a clue that D-MER was even a thing until it happened to me. Oh what’s that you say… you’ve never heard of it? You’re in good company because basically 99% of the population hasn’t either. Who has ever heard of depression when breastfeeding?! Well now I have, so today let’s chat about D-MER, or Dysphoric Milk Ejection reflex, what it is, my experience with it, and what can be done about it.
I just love a good birth story. Maybe it’s my nosy nature, or maybe I just find birth that fascinating, but either way, when I see one pop up, I’m intrigued. In my last few weeks of pregnancy, I can’t even tell you how many times I searched “second time mom birth story”, as if the stories of others would somehow give me an indication of what to expect for my second birth. Spoiler alert: They didn’t. One of the things that you will hear from your care provider and doula the most is (annoyingly) that every birth is different. And they are. But alas, if you’re a momma-to-be searching for answers, or if you’re one of my
nosy curious friends, then here is MY second time mom birth story of my sweet little hurricane baby.
Thirty-nine weeks + one day pregnant as I write this and I don’t even know what I’m going to say. Sitting here ready to crawl out of my own skin, I just had to do something before I fidget myself into a mental breakdown, and I thought “random thought-vomit BLOG POST!” So here you go my friends… the unfiltered thoughts of a nearly insane, ridiculously pregnant woman, who is BEYOND over it. A.k.a. My thoughts before baby number two.
Lane Jones – It would appear that I missed years 2014, 2015, and 2016 of my birthday “To The One” post to you on your birthday… such shame! Though in fairness we’ve lived in and renovated five houses and had a baby over those few years, so maybe you didn’t even miss this silly post that I try to pawn off as a “gift”? Either way, I’m back!
Friends, I had a hard time with this one. Not only because it’s a great feat of physics to appropriately dress a pregnant body, but also because I’m fashionably challenged (that phrase is TM by me) even with a “normal” body. I looked at Pinterest for weeks trying to find something that I thought might be half photo-worthy. After searching for basically all of my second trimester, I’d resolved that I’d have to spend over $100 to get the flowy, comfy, goddessy style dress that my heart desired. Turns out I was wrong! Here is the dress that got my vote for what to wear for maternity photos, as well as a peek at some of our pics because I just couldn’t resist!
Exhaustion has been taken to new levels around here folks. I am now solidly 8.5 months pregnant and the struggle to sit, stand, and/or sleep comfortably is epic. In addition to that, being the parenting GENIUS that I am, I decided that now (40 days away from newborn) was the time to transition our two year old to her “big girl bed.” Turned out to be a big girl mistake.