I shouldn’t be allowed to bake. 

I made sugar cookies today and have eaten about 8 of them so far. The same thing happened about a month ago when I made peanut butter cookies. I can’t stop eating them! Gah.

I don’t take my gestational diabetes test until the 31st, so maybe my subconscious is trying to tell me something; eat the sugar while you can!! In all seriousness, sugar is all I’ve been craving for the last three weeks or so. It makes me feel gross, but it’s all I want!

Other than cookies, all I did today was laundry in preparation for Boston. 

Life is pretty boring right now.

Countdown to baby: 97 days



I’ve kind of been a slacker. The baby must be having a growth spurt because I am really tired this week. It started on Sunday, napping most of the day (it didn’t help that the weather was crap). Yesterday, I fell asleep about an hour after waking up and slept an additional 4 hours. 

26 weeks today. Only 14 to go. Seems like it’s taking forever and going too quickly at the same time.

On Saturday we were supposed to attend a Cloth Diapering class, but didn’t make it on time and I refuse to show up late (I think it’s rude and disrespectful). So, we are just going to wing it. 

We started our stash with a Bummis Organic Cotton Diaper Kit. I’m still hesitant about this kit because I wanted to get a variety of brands and styles, but Devin got sold on it so we’ll keep it. Cloth Diapering is my new obsession. It’s bordering on unhealthy, it occupies most of my day; researching various brands and styles of diapers to try to decide what else I want to add to my stash.

There is SO much information available it is OVERWHELMING and exciting at the same time. Google is my BFF and worst enemy right now. 

We have a last minute trip to Boston this weekend. Devin has to go for a work thing on Monday and I’m going to visit with my family that lives in Connecticut. We leave on Saturday and won’t get back until Tuesday afternoon. 

I don’t have a maternity jacket. I’m going to freeze.

Countdown to baby: 98 days…(holy shit balls that seems soon)

Friday is a Favorite

There is something very calming in waking up knowing that you’ve already prepared breakfast. I’m usually running around like a crazy person to make sure my husband is well fed and off to work on time. I love mornings when I’ve already done the hard work.

Breakfast for us was an asparagus, provolone frittata and sausage patties. Frittatas are easy to make and are so yummy. 


I needed some pampering after yesterday, so I went and got a lovely mani/pedi early this morning.


I love it when the nail salon isn’t busy and I don’t have to wait and aren’t rushed.

 When I got home, it was time to get back to work on the nursery art.

After the first painting, I learned that it really is important to take my time. That includes making sure I have the proper tools when I start painting.


It did take me a little longer than I would’ve liked, but I think the “A” is complete. I really like the way it turned out. Sorry the picture is so bad!


My husband and I are attending a Cloth Diapering 101 class at a local store tomorrow, so I’ll have a lot to share with you after the weekend!

Countdown to baby: 103 days (I posted last night after midnight, so no progress on that).

Too much

It was an absolutely gorgeous day here in Central Texas!

I was able to get outside to take a short walk and when I came home, I opened up the house to get some fresh air flowing. The weather here is wacky, so I have to take advantage of these rare days.

I worked too hard today. Pushed my every growing body to its limits in my quest to complete my housewifely duties.

Once a week, I give our apartment a thorough cleaning. Laundry, vacuuming, mopping, dusting, bathrooms; everything. Well, now my back and feet are screaming at me. I did too much. I even made dinner AND prepared breakfast for tomorrow.

I’ve heard some pregnant women make a schedule of chores to complete each day, rather than all at once. I’ll have to try that next week and let you know how it works out.

I was so busy with cleaning that I didn’t have a chance to work on the art for the nursery. I’m hoping to complete the “A” tomorrow and start work on the owl. I’ll give a full progress report tomorrow!

Countdown to baby: 103 days…

Getting Crafty

I only got about 4 hours of sleep last night. I am not a happy person today, but there is no time for whining!

I am 25 weeks today! Argh…that means in just 15 weeks we’ll be parents! It will be here before we know it.

We are running out of time, so I decided to really get to work on the art for the nursery. Normally I would just order something from Etsy, but I thought it might be fun to get crafty. I normally am not a DIY kind of girl, but I figure it will be good practice for when I have to help the kid with school projects. Turns out it actually is fun (*gasp*). I’m enjoying painting. I am a perfectionist and very hard on myself, so the fact that I’m accepting my work as being decent, is nice. I’m no Van Gogh, but it’s good enough for me.

This past weekend we went to Michael’s and they were having a sale on canvas (a pack of 7 canvases for $20!!) and acrylic paint, so we picked up some colors that go with the scheme of the nursery. I “finished” one canvas today. By finished I mean there is one heart that is bugging me and needs fixing, but I will conquer it!



^not the finished product, but you get the idea.

I just started work on the 2nd canvas; first coat of paint is done. 



Did you know you’re supposed to “prepare” the canvas when painting with acrylic? Yeah, I didn’t either. Needless to say, we skipped that step. I think they’re turning out pretty good for a non-crafty (soon-to-be) mom. The 3rd one I have planned (an owl) it’s more complicated in my head (cut out paper feathers, maybe?), so I have it’ll be a couple days before I iron out what I really want to do.

Stay tuned!

Countdown to baby: 104 days…

Damn Dogs

Yesterday, I was expecting my husband to come home early from work because SXSW traffic is crazy and he wanted to get on the road before people started drinking (he rides a motorcycle). I am expecting him home by 4 o’clock, I have big plans; we’ll go to the gym, make a healthy dinner at home (eating out is our weakness) and then we’ll relax. 

By 6:30 he isn’t home, so I text to make sure he is okay. He went to the Harley dealer because he’s been wanting to by a new bike. Pretty inconsiderate to let me worry (and ruin my plans – now I’m hungry), but I let it go. Around 7:00ish all hell breaks loose.

Our puppies, Pebbles and Bamm-Bamm are literally about to kill each other. Image

Bamm-Bamm has her collar wedge behind all of his teeth and is strangling Pebbles. They are screaming and crying, flailing around, rolling over each other. As soon as they start screaming I try to unhook her collar from his mouth, but it’s not budging and I notice blood in his mouth. I start scrambling to find the scissors. When I rush back over to cut her collar off, Bamm-Bamm tries to take them both behind the couch, uh no, I would’ve been in seriously deep shit then. I am finally able to cut the collar off and they both immediately rush behind the couch and I have no idea if they are okay. I know I’m pretty hysterical at this point. 

I call Devin (my hubby) in a panic because I can’t tell if they are okay and our couch weighs a ton. Being pregnant I’m not supposed to lift heavy stuff, wah. He comes home (still at Harley) thinking they’re both bleeding to death, sees the blood on my shirt and flings the couch out like it weighs nothing. 

Bamm-Bamm has a small nick below his eye where Pebbles must have caught him with a tooth, but otherwise they are totally fine; just a little shaken up. 

Turns out, the blood was mine. In my quest to get her collar out his mouth, my hands got chewed up and bloody. Adrenaline is wonderful.

So needless to say, we didn’t make it to the gym, we ate Chick-fil-A for dinner and watch old episodes of Buffy the Vampire Slayer. Epic Fail. We did learn a valuable lesson though, no collars in the house. 

Here’s hoping tonight will be less stressful and more productive.


I never expected that trying to conceive would mean we wouldn’t really have to try. I have a personality flaw that makes me worry about everything. I thought for sure we would be trying cycle after cycle for years for that one special sperm to find my egg. Boy was I wrong!

Thirty-four days after ingesting my last birth control pill, I got a positive home pregnancy test. 34 days! Granted, I don’t leave anything to chance. I was using a digital ovulation test thing to figure out when I was about to ovulate (my cycles are WACKY). I had started taking prenatal vitamins before I was even off the pill. And, we were having sex every day for weeks. Yeah, yeah, I know you technically aren’t supposed to have sex everyday when TTC, but we did.

Still with all of that preparation, we got lucky. There is something remarkably difficult about trying to make a person. I forget the actual stats, but even doing everything “right”, chances of getting knocked up are only around 20% each month.

Silly me, I anticipated that GETTING pregnant would be hard, but it never occurred to me that BEING pregnant would be hard. Why I never thought pregnancy would be difficult is beyond me, but I look back and think “What a moron!”. My pregnancy has been EASY (low risk – no complications *knock on wood*) compared to some and I find it challenging.

I’ve had pretty normal symptoms. My boobs have grown 4 cup sizes. My back kills me because my stomach is pushing it forward and my boobs are huge. My feet hurt from carrying around an extra person. Then there is the crying like a crazy person over nothing and the weird, often scary dreams.

The exhaustion has been the worst though. I read on every baby website that the second trimester was where I would get my energy boost. Well, with less than a month to go in this trimester, I’m still waiting on it.

I’ve used being tired as an excuse to stop regularly exercising. Which is stupid because everyone knows exercise = energy. I really wish I was one of those psycho (by psycho, I mean Rock star) Cross-Fit chicks who continue kicking ass at WODs well into pregnancy.

I’m going to assume it’s not too late to start daily exercise to get some energy back and help prepare me for labor. Don’t worry, I’ve checked with my doctor. Hopefully, I will build a solid routine to keep up after the baby is born, so I can lose the baby weight. Maybe I’ll try Cross-Fit, I’m sure it would help with that. 🙂

Don’t get me wrong, I love that I am making a person that I am so in love with already. Every time I feel a kick (even if it’s to my bladder) I think about how incredible it is to have this privilege. I”M MAKING A PERSON!! It’s astounding. Our bodies are amazing, but pregnancy isn’t unicorns and rainbows.

I’ll post daily updates on what I’m cooking/eating, how I exercised and what projects I’m working on not sucking at.

How did you motivate yourself during pregnancy?