He doesn’t mind doing the laundry.

I hate it. I loathe it. I’d rather do the dishes, sweep, and mop than have to put away some clothes. He’s great. I think I’ll keep him.

Dear “Little Bit” (Your Daddy called you that today),

We went to the first appointment surrounding little bitty raspberry-sized you today. It was a good day and several things happened:

1. I found out that you really ARE coming in December. We know that December 24th is officially your due date. Wowza.

2. I realized that this whole experience is going to be super cool and it’s a little surreal right now…but you’re really in my belly. :)

3. I looked at your Daddy differently when I registered that this is real. He’s a great man and you’re going to love him. I promise that he has a normal voice. He does A LOT of different voices, but his is great…and I bet he’ll sing to you. It’s one of my favorite parts about him.

4. We both think you’re a baby girl. If you’re a little boy-we apologize. It’s a 50/50 shot.

5. We’re not even close on finding you a name. It’s okay though, we have plenty of time. Daddy says that Roose didn’t have a name for two days after he was born. You’ll be fine. Promise.

6. I’ve gotten you three things: a onesie (well 2 actually), a car seat canopy, and a baby sling. Getting stuff for you is really cool. There’s lots to do!!

7. I love you. I loved you the moment I knew you were coming. I knew you were coming this whole time, but now I believe it (the professionals told me so).

I’m a little scared and a bit nervous. I’ll be more relaxed once we hit that 12 week mark together (only 4 more to go!). I’m your Mommy and I can’t wait to meet you. Until then, I’ll rub my belly all the time, talk to you, and tell you goodnight right before I fall asleep every night.

You are the coolest thing I’ve ever done in my life and I am already proud of you.

Loves and hugs,
Your Mommy

When I say, “I’m so friggin’ tired” and a non-pregnant person says, “Ohhh I feel ya.” I mentally punch them in the throat.

2 years ago tonight, I met J in person. If you’ve already heard this story…too bad. If you haven’t…relax and enjoy.

I was in a relationship that I knew deep down was going nowhere and I believe he knew it too. He had been out of town for a few days and was going to be home for one night and be gone again the next day for a few more. I thought we’d get to hang out and see each other, but I was wrong. He made plans with another friend of his and really hurt my feelings. Sooo I turned to Facebook.

It was Cinco de Mayo and a local artist was playing at this little bar I liked to visit. I inquired about who was going out that night to the concert. J was one of the ones that responded. He told me something along the lines of “Hey! I’ll be there. We can finally meet.” I was sold. I met up with a couple of friends there and about an hour into our night I spotted J. He was talking to another local artist and I cautiously, but determinedly made my way to him.

I may be tootin’ my own horn, but it kinda felt like instant chemistry. This honestly took me by surprise because he was really good looking and that sorta thing didn’t happen for me often. Within minutes, I had forgotten who I was with, he and I had grabbed a table, and spent the next almost 2 hours talking.

When he decided to leave for the night the conversation went something like this:
J: “Hey listen I know you have a boyfriend, but would it be weird if I got your number? We could do dinner or something soon?”
Me: “No, it wouldn’t be weird. I’d like that.”
J: “How about this? I’ll give you MY number and that way you can do whatever you want with it.”
Me: “Sure!” (Like I wasn’t onto his game.)
So he put his number in my phone, we hugged, and he left. I waited about 3 minutes and texted him this:
“…and now you have my number.”
**It was instant. We texted back and forth everyday and 18 days later we were “hanging out”.

We both made the best decisions of our lives that night to go to the concert…to live a little and be a little brave. Two years later and we’re newlyweds who are expecting a baby in December. Time flies. I can’t believe how blessed I am. I have a loving, devoted, handsome husband, two great kids with the deal, and a new addition on the way. Wow.

Life doesn’t always go the way you think you had it planned. Sometimes it totally kicks that plan’s ass.

I can tolerate peppermints now. They’ve never settled with me well and have always given me a headache. Today, peppermints are my buddy.

J’s morning hit and thus weed breath makes me nauseous and he can’t kiss me.

I have lost 5.6 lbs.

Scrolling through tumblr makes me nauseous.

Just held the wheel for J while he lit his one-hitter.