Have you seen this project by pregnant photographer, Carolee Beckham? She is cleverly documenting the size of her growing baby by comparing to fruits and veggies in gorgeous film photos. So lovely! To see all of the charming photos in her project, head over to Carolee’s blog.
Yes, I still adore my Target nursing tanks, BUT I would love to find some nursing tops that have more coverage than a spaghetti strap on top. A tank with more shoulder coverage? A short sleeve top? A crossover top that doesn’t stretch out? ANYTHING? I don’t mind wearing a regular shirt and hoisting it [...]
Once upon a time, I spent a ridonkulous amount of cash on expensive nursing tanks that weren’t even my favorite. (They showed off way too much cleavage and left me feeling a little exposed…but if you’re into that kind of thing, go for it.) This time around I found these tanks at Target and I [...]
Whoorlita seems to be comfy and cozy and NOT going anywhere. Her due date came and went with not an ounce of fanfare. So we took a 2-mile hike this morning. Although this might be a better depiction of the way I currently feel. Have you read about the Sneaky Hate Spiral at Hyperbole and [...]
I’m officially out of energy. My parents get here in two days, my last scheduled OB appointment is in a few hours and my due date is this Saturday. I had given birth to Wito at this point in my last pregnancy, so I was spared the discomfort of the 40th week. dfjnfrgngergio;rehgi;orehg;ioehio;ejh;ioenh;oeih;iaehn That’s all [...]
*While many of you guessed the middle name correctly, I must say that no one guessed MO’s first name in the comments, on Twitter or in the emails I received. BWAHAHAAAAA, it is a mystery of epic proportions! I HOLD THE POWER. *My back labor has eased up substantially, which is good and bad. Good? [...]
1. That whole tweaking my back thing? Well well well. Turns out it’s back labor and I have one well-deserving word in regards to that. FUCK. 2. It seems buying shoes that I won’t be able to wear for several months is the only remedy currently working for me. Hence, these. (Thanks to Alice for [...]
Leaving the OB’s office this morning, I somehow tweaked my lower back while climbing into the car. (1 cm dilated, 50% effaced!) I then proceeded to go grocery shopping. Because I’m smart. When the Very Helpful Grocery Bagger asked me eleventy billion times if I would like assistance to my car, I declined over and [...]
It seems I’ve been a little lax in the whole ‘preparing for a new baby’ gig. Time to batten down the hatches over here. Let the lists commence! (Is the Wito chin grab cute or WHAT?)
We will be taking a quick trip to a lovely resort this weekend for our final jaunt before the baby arrives. (Can you believe I’m 8 months pregnant? When did that happen? Also, how did I go from tiny pregnant lady to ENORMOUS pregnant lady in the past 24 hours? Riddle me that, buckos.) I [...]
I may be a late bloomer, but there’s no mistaking now that a little girl will be here soon. Let’s celebrate by eating a pint of Trader Joe’s Mint Chip Ice Cream! (To all my fellow Peppermint Ice Cream lovers who live thousands of miles away from an actual Braum’s store, this Mint Chip ice [...]
Well, you guys are just full of great insight these days. (And D would like to thank the 12% of you who had his back on the marriage poll. heh) A huge thanks for all of the great advice last week regarding Wita’s sleeping arrangements for the first couple of months. Not only did you [...]
We’re still unpacking, rearranging, cleaning, organizing and decorating, but it feels great to settle down a little bit. In the meantime, I turned 7 months pregnant this weekend. Whoorlita (is that what we are calling her? Whoorlito and Whoorlita? Wito and Wita?) is kicking like crazy, as well as making my hips feel like I’m [...]
Are you ready to read about some fun times? For beginners, I just spent my 17th consecutive night NOT sleeping in my bed. Besides a quick jaunt to Palm Springs last weekend, I’ve been residing in the guest room of my cousin’s home* with my husband and son. Coincidentally, my son recently adopted the habit [...]
1. The Whoorl household is illin’ this week. All three of us are drowning in Trader Joe’s tissues, although Wito seems to prefer using his sleeve/toys/sofa arm/remote control/pillow as a snot receptacle. 2. The fact that we all fell ill during Wito’s week off from preschool makes me want to cry, considering I was truly [...]
