We’re not calling it an upgrade because being dog parents is my favorite thing ever.
But here it is. The official blog announcement. Probably (most definitely) the reason I’ve felt so blah and tired lately.
We’re having a human kid 😊
It’s been eternity since our original “let’s be parents” conversation. Honestly, it’s been years. I am both extremely grateful and slightly weirded out that it’s all really happening.
We are 13+ weeks along. The pregnancy timeline is weird. We’re technically in month 3 and at the end of the first trimester… I think.
We’re due December 1st.
Our parents were all blindsided and thrilled. This is my brother and sister-in-law’s first niece or nephew so they’re adorably pumped. Actually, it’s the first “kid” for everyone on my side (niece/nephew, grandkid, great grandkid, etc.). And K’s family is obviously equally excited. His cousin had a baby last year so she’s happy to have another little one around to share holidays and cookouts with.
Everyone has asked…
How am I feeling?
Tired. I assume that feeling hangs around for the next 18 years.
Uncomfortable. My stomach is usually upset, my heartburn is in rare form, and the gas caused by pregnancy is unreal. I haven’t throw up, though, so I’m not complaining.
I am 100% always down to consume chocolate milk, Kraft mac n’ cheese, pb&j sandwiches, and ice cream. Although dairy hasn’t really been my friend lately. NO bbq or strong meats, though. Bleh.
Are we sharing the baby’s sex? Name?
When we know the sex, we’ll share. We’re not going to share the name, though. And we haven’t really discussed names because Mr. Logical says we might as well wait to find out the sex before we waste time debating two different gender names. *eyeroll from me*
Are you going to quit your job?
No. I love my job. We travel A LOT, though, especially during the first four months of the year & the last few. We have a final work trip and a fun trip planned for Sept. 2019. After that I’m grounded until some time in 2020. Our business is an intangible child to us sooo… we will figure out a balance soon enough.
How are the dogs feeling about it?
At first neither cared. Lylee still doesn’t really care. This last month Enzo has become a stage 10 clinger. He keeps me within 8 feet at all times. He snuggles into my stomach/crotch whenever he can. He damn near sleeps in my rib cage from 10pm to 7am.
Any hormonal breakdowns?
I have had two incredibly emotional breakdowns. Both situations would’ve made me mad or upset, but hormones kind of set my brain on fire. Lol
Is this going to become a pregnancy/mommy blog?
Nope. I plan to share the sex here. I plan to share my StitchFix hauls (which I signed up for and got some maternity clothes so it technically falls under mom-blogging). And I plan to let you know when the little potato* makes his or her appearance. Beyond that you should expect book reviews, fiery rants, and the usually random musings.
I feel like I covered a lot of stuff but maybe not everything…? I’m a pretty open book when it comes to medical stuff/pregnancy so if you have a question ask it.
Things no one cares about: I imagine myself as a “mushy mom” – not full on crunchy but environmentally aware. For example, we’re going to attempt to cloth diaper (much to K’s strong, strong dismay) but I am planning to be loaded up on ALL the drugs during birth. It’s all about balance.
*I refer to him/her as a potato frequently. First of all, newborn babies ARE kind of like potatoes. (Credit to my brother-in-law for being the first to bring that to my attention.) Secondly, people call their kids “turkey”, “sweet pea”, “peanut”, etc. as terms of endearment. I happen to love potatoes in all forms so I consider it a pet name. Lastly, there’s a good chance this kid interrupts my Thanksgiving dinner so “potato” seems fitting.