I think Grandma might be a little excited….

Turns out wrapping a fragile Christmas gift for a grandparent and indicating on the tag that it is also from an unborn baby is not the best way to ensure said grandparent receives the gift intact.

Chances are the gift will end up dropped and smashed because grandparent is so excited to give you a hug.

Apparently an empty box would have been sufficed.


Hair, hair everywhere!

Here’s something interesting.

In pregnancy they tell you that you’re hair grows faster! Yea, my hair is growing faster which is awesome because I had cut it short and wanted to grow it out long even before getting pregnant,

Unfortunately, it doesn’t contain itself to the hair on your head

I swear my legs look like a man’s legs after 3 days, my eyebrows are unruly no matter how often I get them done!

Not to mention unsightly hair growing on my face.

I’m already slacking as a mother

Turns out, that according to my husband I might already be slacking as a mother.

For the record, as much as I am happy about growing a person, I think back to all my single and childless years and realize that while I was happy for others, I really didn’t care that much about seeing their ultrasounds or following the growth of their baby on a FB tracking application. So I am personally forgoing those things. I do have a weekly tracker that tells me and my husband what is going on via e-mail but that is more to keep track of what week I am at…at this point I often forget how old I am (28?) so knowing how many weeks into the pregnancy wouldn’t happen with out my weekly little e-mail.

So how exactly am I slacking at 10 weeks pregnant? Well it turns out that last week when I got our first ultrasound and saw “baby” for the first time I was supposed to be more excited. I was thrilled to see that Baby was in there, had a heart beat, appeared to be developing hands and feet normally but mostly I was thrilled that there was only 1 baby in there (I thought we might have twins for some reason).

Seriously though, there wasn’t much to see in that Ultrasound. Especially this first early dating one. (They also did a trans-vaginal ultrasound on my which is seriously not as bad as I expected and actually better because I could actually make out Baby and recognize its developing limbs). I was happy to have received a print out of a couple pictures they took during the ultrasound I put them on my fridge next to about 17 Save the Date Wedding Fridge magnets and moved on with life.

Well I guess my husband thinks that we should share these photos with loved ones. On the weekend we were driving to a family gathering he asked “Did you bring the Ultrasound Photo?” I responded with a matter of fact, “No, why would I?” AND guess what, turns out that was not what he was looking for.

I felt that it wasn’t a big deal, we would tell the family we were pregnant and that would be it. No need to start inundating them with photos already right?

Well, he disagreed on that. Apparently, my in-laws do want to see the ultrasound photos which makes sense so he can bring them next time we visit. But I will not start whipping it out and showing it to every extended relative because I know a glazed-over look in someone’s eyes when I see it, and nothing brings out that look more than a fuzzy ultrasound photo with an overbearing mother saying, “Look at baby, see it’s totally obvious that this is the head right here….”

“Liars” or Seriously, whoever called it morning sickness is a moron

One of the first signs that I was pregnant was sitting with my husband eating dinner and gagging over a glass of wine.

However within a week, the nausea and vomiting hit with a vengeance. Who ever called it MORNING SICKNESS is a horrible liar. Not only does it not contain itself to the morning, but sickness does not do justice to what is actually happening. The constant, excessive nausea and vomiting is more akin to a  Biblical Plaque

Very quickly after the positive pregnancy test I started getting a little nauseated. Within a couple of days it was 24 hours a day and caused considerable strain in my previously happy relationship with food.

It was as if my body said to me, “Hey, YOU loved meatballs so why not taste them again and again!” But guess what body, Meatballs do not taste better being burped back up.

I think I could have even handled the vomiting but most of the time it was a vomit-tease. The same food would come up into the back of my throat over and over again. Hours later and I would think, “how has this not passed through my system?”

When I actually did vomit it was better because the food was gone and I didn’t have to relive it for the next 4 hours.

Having just witnessed my sister go through this in her first trimester, I knew that there was a magic little pill out there to help me.


Ah diclelctin, the happy little pill with a pregnant woman printed on it telling me I could now eat with impunity and it was totally safe for baby.

But noooo. That was not the case.

Sure the diclectin helped but not the way I expected. I wasn’t actually vomiting as much and had less burps of my last meal coming up on me. I was still nauseated throughout most of the day…everyday. I still went into fits of gagging for NO APPARENT REASON.

And you can’t control it. You can learn the foods that work for you and enjoy them, bananas and peanut butter sandwiches were my life. Until suddenly your stomach decides no more of that. A constant learning curve every day to determine what foods will be somewhat tolerated and which will send you running and gagging to the toilet (or sink).

It’s really hard to maintain a professional demeanor when during a project meeting you start RANDOMLY GAGGING.

Morning Sickness sucks. And for those of you who have yet to get pregnant and experience it, or those of you who were lucky enough to get through pregnancy without it I hate you just a little bit right now as I eye my garbage bin under my desk knowing my lunch will probably end up in there.

Morning Sickness: It lasts all day so let’s cut the BS on that.