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.
In light of the bajillions (that’s an approximate number) of Portuguese Man-O-Wars that have washed ashore here on the east coast of Florida of the last few days, I thought I would share my personal experience with this devil creature from back in 2011. Here, is how to treat a Portuguese Man-O-War Sting, and exactly what it feels like!
As I sit on my birth ball and type this, I am 26 weeks and four days pregnant. I have the most compassionate and caring husband that a wife could possibly have. It recently occurred to me that though he is quite possibly the most understanding human in existence, he is helpless when it comes to the impossible task of deciphering the intricate, delicate workings of his pregnant wife’s brain and emotions. I know there must be others out there in same predicament, so I thought I’d cut through the crap and tell you precious husbands straight up exactly what your pregnant wife needs from you.
By now I’m sure you’re all aware that I’m pregnant with baby number two, due June 28th. Sadly, I have to keep double-checking this date to make sure that I have it right… With Lila I could have told you how many hours and minutes until I was due, and this time around I can hardly get the month right. #secondchildproblems Last week we FINALLY went for the anatomy scan and found out the gender! The baby gender reveal threw
us me for a loop and now we’re scrapping the awesome idea that we had and are back to the drawing board for choosing a baby name!
Oh how bold for me to be presumptuous enough to even consider giving “marriage advice”… but we’ve recently had some life happenings around here that snapped a few things right into perspective and I just can’t NOT share. So in a nutshell, and out of the brain and heart of an imperfect wife, what is my best marriage advice? Treat your spouse like they’re dying.
You know… I talk a really big game about how we move from one house to another without the inconvenience of the emotional ties that most people feel with their homes. But, the truth is I was not always this way. I’ve had my heart broken. And it all came rushing back to me this week when I saw pictures of the one that got away… the last place that really felt like home.
Hi bloggy friends! Sorry if I scared you by taking a blog break after my nervous breakdown post! We’ve been really busy. If you’re new here, I’m pregnant, I’m a mess, it’s the holidays, and we’re moving. This Friday. After I wrote that last spill-my-guts post, some really great things have happened. First and foremost, so many of you shared with me that you feel or have felt the exact same way that I do. It means so much to me to know that we’re in this thing together, so thank you! Also, I’ve started making some changes to work on my own happiness, and so far the results have been… interesting. And good. Today I’m going to tell you about my experience “Floating” this past Saturday! Up until about two weeks ago I had never heard of Floating or Sensory Deprivation Therapy, but it’s really interesting and pretty cool. It involves a dark pod, warm salty water, your brain, and well… floating. Today I’m sharing my experience at the newly opened H2Om FLOAT here in Jacksonville!