Preparing to bring another human into the world has really started some interesting conversations with Matt. And I can only imagine they’ll get better after the baby is born. As a result, I’m going to start posting regular conversations with my baby daddy, so you can all appreciate our incredible parenting skills.
That’s how it works, right?
*many people are confused as to why we refer to the child as baby g. Basically it comes from the fact that Matt thinks I look like a giraffe (tall, spotted… very creative hunny) so he started calling me “G”. As a result, the baby has become “baby g”. Yes – we went to college to get this smart.
Is it wrong that I picked our pediatrician based on their sweet decor and the fact that there is an ice cream shop right next door?
Within the first year, I will be visiting the pediatricians’ office a minimum of 8 times, which equals 8 ice cream cones! #babyweightproblems.
Clearly I am taking this parenting thing seriously. I think we are ready.
All part of the job…
So glad my skills are being put to good use! #povertyfightingcookies
This morning, I was speaking with two women at a work event. They asked me how far along I was and when I said ‘seven and a half months’ they both looked at me sideways. “you aren’t very big. I would have said much earlier.”
Then a few minutes later on the train, a random gentleman said to me “wow, you look like you are about to have your baby on this subway train.”
What do you think? At 33 weeks do I look ready to go?
What are you up to this weekend? We are spending time with one of our favorite couples who are in town visiting from San Francisco. My Saturday will begin with prenantal yoga and then some adventures in the city. Tomorrow night Matt is heading to MetLife to watch Notre Dame take on Syracuse (I opted to watch from our couch in my sweatpants #pregnancyproblems). Then Sunday we might venture north to CT to look at some houses because we are currently living in a fantasy world where buying a house might happen in our near/distance future.
Hope you have a good first weekend of Fall. Here are my favorite links from this week:
Pretty much a fairy tale ending.
I believe wholeheartedly in having a good bed.
I hope Abby and I are like this when we are old and our kids are creative enough to make fun of us.
I would like the swing set table.
I want to be friends with this mom.
Excited to go to this in a couple weeks.
100 points for Gryffindor.
I love this PSA.
I’m turning 32 in a couple months so naturally I find this really funny.
Always a good day at work when you get this emailed to you.
Can we talk about how by “coming home early” Matt means 8:45-9pm.
Something tells me this whole raising a baby thing is going to be ridiculously hard (for me) or a serious wake up call (for Matt).
Not much better than a DD pumpkin coffee (decaf of course) and fall flowers from the Hoboken farmers market.
Buying maternity clothes is the worst. I know, they’ve gotten a lot better in the past 20-30 year (you should see the stuff my mom wore) but the whole process is frustrating. Let me be the first to say, I do not look as fashionable as these ladies.
First and foremost, who wants to buy clothes when they are gaining weight? Even if it is because you are growing a tiny human inside of you, it is still depressing.
Second, a lot of stores have started carrying maternity lines (LOFT, H&M, Zara) however they are almost exclusively online. Which isn’t that big a deal until they come and you realize that nothing fits right because, well, you’ve never shopped for pants with giant elastic bands on them before, or shirts that can accommodate a basketball. Plus, if you are like me, you wait until the last possible moment to decide you need something, so then having to deal with shipping doesn’t really work.
Third, they are pricey. Even if you buy things at Target, the idea of buying something that you will probably only wear for 4 months, is annoying.
Fourth, nothing fits right. Your body is changing nearly every day so it is hard to find things that are a perfect fit. Plus, nothing will fit you the same way things did when you weren’t pregnant. So your typical “g-to” style of pant of neck line probably doesn’t work so well anymore. And can we talk about accommodating a growing chest? This something I’ve never had to think about before and it is a pain. I have a new-found respect for those ladies who are more well-endowed up top!
Lastly, men are instantly drawn to you. I mean, who doesn’t find this attractive?
As my tummy expands, I’ve been spending more time in a pair of men’s size large sweatpants and Matt’s t-shirts. Think that is work appropriate?
Well… it has been a while. I’m hoping that you are like one of those friends who you can go months without seeing or talking to and then you reconnect and pick up right where you left off. There are no hard feelings, no blaming each other for not calling and no need to rehash the last few months. Here’s hoping, especially on that last one.
Since we last spoke, a lot has changed. I’m currently 30 weeks pregnant — that’s right, there is a baby coming in November. We don’t know the gender, and while we know when we are expecting, we have NO idea what to expect. We’ve been reading the books, slowly filling our apartment with onesies, burp clothes and diapers and researching pediatricians. Only time will tell whether or not we are ready for this. I’m sure we’ll make mistakes but in the end, I think we are up for the challenge.
It is funny how the two long breaks I’ve taken from the blog have come when I’m in the middle of planning for life changes: first our wedding and now our baby. While both of these times have created a lot of blog-worthy material, it has been important for me to keep myself grounded and prevent my own over-sharing of personal moments. While I love the support that this blog has given me over the years, there are some moments that I want to keep for just Matt and me as we start our family.
But don’t worry – I won’t make the blog entirely baby-free. [Insert obligatory bump pic – full disclosure this is from week 27].
So hopefully you can forgive my absence and together we can move forward. We can get through these next 10 weeks which will undoubtably be filled with a growing belly, swollen ankles and hopefully lots of pampering from Matt. And after 10 weeks, the fun will just be starting.