Mommy Monday



Guys. I know I’ve blogged about this before but OMG…my Pregnancy Brain is back. And not only that, its being mixed with a whole lotta Mom Brain as well. So when I saw this new parody from The Holderness Family, it spoke to my soul.



No lie, I poured coffee creamer in my mug the other morning and then put it up IN THE CABINET. Not the fridge where it belongs. The cabinet.

Imma go take a nap now.

Mommy Monday

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Yes. I am still pregnant.

pregnant goat


Last Thursday I went to my doctor and she said, “Oh, I wouldn’t be surprised if he came today! He’ll at least be here this weekend!” Of course I was overjoyed at hearing that! I’ve been so miserable, been in a lot of pain, and I’m so ready to be done being pregnant.

So Thursday went by.


Friday came and went.


Saturday came. I thought it was “go time”. I was having severe contracions that were close together and VERY painful. My mom came over to get Huff the Tot while huff the Hubs and I booked it to the hospital. We got checked in and sent up to Triage.

Nope. Nothing.

Even though I was having painful contractions every 4 minutes, they were not the “real labor” kind; the kind that dilates and lets the baby come out. So we left.

Then, I got a call from my family and they said that Hermione was running a temperature and was basically inconsolable. So immediately I started hysterically weeping. One, because my baby needed/wanted me and two, because I was just so frickin’-frackin’ frustrated that I wasn’t in real labor.

It was a good thing that I hadn’t gone into labor, though, because later that night, Huff the Tot woke up at 11:00 p.m., puking.

The three of us laid in Mommy and Daddy’s bed and got ZERO sleep. Oh, and did I mention that Saturday night we “sprang forward”?


And, you guessed it, Sunday passed with no baby.


So, yeah. I’m a little frustrated. And miserable. And I know in my heart he’ll come when he’s ready. But in my head, I’m like, “WILL YOU PLEASE JUST GET OUT?!”

And that’s why my blogs have been so scarce lately. But, I figure the best way to get my mind off the fact that I’m not in labor is to continue as I would. So you can expect new blogs this week! Woo!

Mommy Monday

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Y’all, I’m 33 weeks. I feel like all I do is complain about my pregnancy: the lower back pain, the inability to sleep, the heartburn…sorry, I’m doing it again.

I realized today that I need to lighten up a little (well, as much as my hormones will let me-ha!) and I thought maybe there were some expectant mommas out there that were also having a rough go of it (and just mommas in general!) and I’ve found some funny videos that are sure to tickle your funny bone!


First up, an Iggy Azalea pardoy!



And, an added bonus, cutie-patootie Joseph Gordon-Levitt singing about how moms are basically the greatest people in the world:


Enjoy, mommas!

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Y’all, this whole “being-pregnant-while-chasing-a-toddler-and-moving-into-a-new-house-while-your-husband-starts-grad-school” thing is reeeeeeeeeaaaaaaaallllllllyyyyyyyyyy exhausting.


mommy monday tired jim

Don’t get me wrong, I totally see how my body is doing something incredibly amazing right now, growing a human and all. (I also read one of the reasons I’m so tired is because I’m also growing the placenta. And the placenta doesn’t really take over until the second trimester. Gah, placenta, do your freaking job! Why do I have to do EVERYTHING?!)

But dang, guys. I’m so freaking tired. I’ve been trying to keep up my workout schedule, thinking that it would give me more energy. Boy was I wrong.

I’ve been limiting myself to one Diet Dr. Pepper a day (okay, so its a Big Gulp. Bite me.) but it really isn’t helping.

Mommy Monday Caffeine Patch

So, I’m sending up the Batsignal.

This is one of those rare moments when I’m actually asking for advice.

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How did you keep your energy up/get shiz done while you were preggars (whether or not you were chasing a toddler–or many)? I know its only been two years and some change since I had Huff the Tot, but I can’t remember how I was able to get things accomplished while feeling like someone slipped me a mickey.

While you think about it, I’m going to go take a nap.

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When I was pregnant with Huff the Babe (I’m probably going to have to start calling her something else when this Little Peanut comes, huh?) I know I had morning sickness. But now, looking back, I can’t really remember it. Maybe it’s because I blocked it out. Or maybe I just can’t remember because the space in my memory that once held onto morning sickness memories has now been overtaken by theme songs to various children’s programming (thanks a lot, Tayo.) Either way, I don’t remember being this miserable.


Mommy Monday Morning Sickness Choke on Vomit

Granted, the morning sickness didn’t kick in full swing until 2 ½ weeks ago. And, at first, it was very light nausea. I’d eat something and it’d go away. Then I got the stomach bug and prayed for the Rapture.


All I want to do is complain 24/7 about how awful I feel, but I feel like I can’t. Some reasons are for others (i.e., no one wants to be around a Whiny Wally all the time and I know many women who would love to have morning sickness but can’t because of a variety of reasons). Some reasons, however, are because I don’t want to hear what other people have to say in response.

Mommy Monday Morning Sickness Irritated

Yes, I know that my morning sickness means the baby is doing well and is healthy and I totally get that. I want my Little Bean to be healthy. But I also want to feel like a human so I can get stuff done. It’s so difficult to work when you’d rather be sleeping and doing chores while feeling like you may vom is pretty much the modern woman’s torture.

Mommy Monday Morning Sickness

Every smell, odor, and scent is like a gut-punch. Even the stuff that once smelled good (lasagna, chocolate cake, coffee) makes you feel like you just rode The Texas Giant 12 times in a row without stopping.

*Raises glass of Sprite*

So here’s to the momma’s, both old and new, that have suffered with the debilitating morning sickness. Here’s to the women that breathe through their mouths as they walk through the breakroom at work so as not to smell their coworker’s stinky food. Here’s to the women that, rather than go on their lunch break, take a nap in their car and pay a cleaning service (or a family member) to scrub the bathroom. Here’s to the women that are so overcome with nausea and exhaustion during that first trimester that you turn on Doc McStuffins for your toddler so you can sleep on the couch. You are my tribe and I salute you.

*Takes a sip of Sprite and immediately feels nauseous*

Pregnancy Update

Yes, this is another pregnancy post.


I promise you’ll laugh though, so please spare me the eye rolls and exasperated sighs.


The first trimester, I hated being pregnant. I was sick, tired, and had ZERO energy.

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The second trimester, I LOVED being pregnant! I had energy, zero nausea, and was still working out 5 times a week!

high fiving a million angels


When I slowly started getting into the third trimester, things started to go south again…


My energy started to fade.

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People started giving me their opinions on anything and everything baby-related, causing me to dig deep in my reserves of patience.

the lord is testing me


I also started noticing that my belly started getting bigger, causing more problems (physically and mentally).

No control over body or emotions


And at this point, even though I only have 6 weeks to go, I feel like crap.

everything hurts and i'm dying


I can see the light at the end of the tunnel…Although that tunnel includes me having to push a human out of my body. Which terrifies me and I imagine anything and everything that could go wrong.



And as I get closer to my due date, I’ve been experiencing weird dreams…



…and even weirder pregnancy anomalies….

i just peed myself


…and the occasional bout of unexplainable rage.

where's my mac and cheese


But apparently, I hear its all worth it in the end.

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I just hope I can make it to that point without going Southside on the next person to ask me how to spell Hermione or whether or not we’re incorporating pink into our Star Wars nursery.

i will stab you


In the meantime, I think I’ll just settle down with a plate of Oreos, and take a nice nap.

flopping kitty








Adventures in Pregnancy: The Dreaded Glucose Test

Ever since I got pregnant, women have been telling me things to “get ready for”. I knew some of them, but others were a little mind-boggling:


“You’ll never have dry underwear when you pee EVER AGAIN.” 


“Your stomach will NEVER shrink back to its original size.” 


“The days of getting 5 hours of sleep in row are long gone.” 


Each complaint varied from woman to woman, however the constant gripe was: “The glucose test is AWFUL.”

From the way many of my friends (and random women at Walmart) talked, the glucose test went something like this:

1. You can’t eat anything past noon the day before.

2. You can’t get to the doctor’s office until 9:00 a.m.

3. The nurse will give you a gallon size jug of the most disgusting beverage ever (think Drano with an orange aftertaste).

4. You have one hour to drink the Drano and the nurse watches you like a hawk shouting “Chug, chug, chug” like a frat-boy.

5. After you drink the entire thing you have to wait three hours. Then they take a bag of blood from your arm.


However, MY glucose test went like this:

1. Wake up at 5:30 so I could eat breakfast. (I only had to fast one hour beforehand.)

2. Get to DLO at 7:00 so I could drink the stuff.

3. Drink a very tiny bottle of a beverage that tasted like Orange Gatorade mixed with flat Orange Crush (it actually wasn’t difficult. It was kinda good, actually.):

"Who loves orange soda? I do, I do, I dooo-ooo!"

“Who loves orange soda? I do, I do, I dooo-ooo!”

4. Wait for an hour.

5. Go to the back and have the phlebotomist take two tiny vials of blood. (She was super gentle; I didn’t even feel the needle!)

6. Go about my merry way.


I seriously amped myself up for this awful, horrible, totally disgusting and emotionally exhausting event. But it wasn’t like that at all. I really don’t know why the glucose test gets such a bad rep….especially since labor and delivery seems like such a hum-dinger in comparison!

For all you expectant mommies who haven’t done the glucose test, try not to fret. I know everyone’s experiences are going to be different, but just know that there is one woman out there that didn’t sit in a corner in the fetal position crying because of the glucose test.