Monday, May 30, 2016

Dance like no one is watching

We hear this phrase all the time: dance like no one is watching. Jack and daddy have that down! I thought this was too cute not to share. Love my boys.




Thursday, May 26, 2016

Pregnancy number two is DIFFERENT

You are talking to me. I think I am responding. We are holding a conversation about the weather or your family or your upcoming vacation. I don't know. I can only focus on my breastfeeding organs. They hurt. They hurt a lot. They feel huge. Like when you used to have water balloon fights, and you'd accidentally fill one with too much water, and it would bounce and stretch and it appeared like it could explode at any second. That's what's happening with my chest.

I know this is not visible to other people, but this consumes way too many of my thoughts. Well, when I'm not thinking about how tired I am, whether this nausea is going to get worse, how my back is already hurting or wondering if people notice my bulging belly. I'm six weeks pregnant. How in the world can it already be bulging? 

I got really into pregnancy number one. Like many of you I took monthly pictures to watch my body change and grow. I thought it was beautiful and special. And it is. But this time that special beauty seems to be on the fast track. Slow down, Nelly. We've got 34 more weeks. There's plenty of time to look pregnant. My first month picture looks like my 3rd or 4th month picture with baby number one.

I'm convinced I'm having twins.

I've heard the stories, I've read the articles, heck I've watched friends plump out a bit faster with their subsequent pregnancies, but this is insane.

I'm the girl who gets bloated and then shows my belly to my husband asking if it looks as huge as I think. Typically I do this and he shakes his head or leaves the room. These days he starts laughing and tells me to stop purposely pushing out my stomach. I'm NOT! Six weeks pregnant, people. Some people (people who are not as obsessively crazy as I am) don't even realize they're pregnant at this point.

To my friends, family and coworkers, I wish you luck. Because if I'm going to be really honest, I also have seemed to think my life needs a major, drastic change lately. Perhaps...and again...I'm only saying perhaps...that could be because my hormones are also all amok. I like to believe I'm in control of my emotions more than this so I may not concede to this one quite yet but just be ready if you're going to be around me.

Brace yourself folks, it's gonna be a long 3/4 of a year.




Tuesday, May 3, 2016

It's just a trailer yet it's already our anthem

Can I get an Amen from all the ladies who watched the Bad Moms' trailer today, and thought, I.MUST.WATCH.NOW.

In case you have yet to watch it:



I felt like a zombie, like a member of a cult, and this was my leader speaking to me. It spoke to me.

I mean, c'mon, first of all you've got Mila Kunis. Hot. Cool. Sexy. Bad Ass. Love her. Slight girl crush.

Then, Kristen Bell. I may have watched her Africa video with Dax and imagined my husband and I surrounded by the giraffes, zebras and lions. I think I want to be them in a non-creepy, I still like my life way. She also rocked an adorable, "I'm just on vacation" bandanna. Casual fashion never looks effortless for me...especially on my head or face. Huge fan. Oh yeah, and the girl can sing.

Kathryn Hahn. I must admit, I'm not as familiar, but what's not to love? How to Lose a Guy in 10 Days. Anchorman. She's done more recent work, but I'm a boring mom who rarely watches the new releases.

My son is only 1.5. I haven't dealt with school dropoff, bake sales, classroom parties, hypo-allergenic birthday treats, teacher gifts, class projects, holiday shows, school carnivals - but they scare me.

I exist on deadlines. You would think this makes me prompt and organized. No, it means I am always pushing the deadline. I'm a procrastinator who runs late far more often than I'm proud of.

I also work long hours. I enjoy my work. I also love my son. I miss my son while I'm at work. I dream about inventing the next pet rock or Boppy so I never have to work again. But then I worry I would lack substance without my work. In other words, I have every cliche thought about work/family balance that most women have.

I also have trouble saying no. Therefore, I'll likely get myself in binds as a parent that will have my husband asking, "why did you agree to do that," as I'm frantically trying to cook/bake/make something at the last minute. I will likely reply by spitting daggers at him - not pretty, just honest.

This trailer also shows women drinking and partying. I like drinking and partying! Sure, I don't really do it anymore, but just because I became a mom doesn't mean I turned in my "I like to have fun" card.

I will say this though. Judging from the number of women sharing and commenting about this trailer on social media I'm left to believe one thing - we all feel the struggles to be the perfect mom. And if we all feel that way then it seems logical to conclude that no one is the perfect mom. At least not in the way we tell ourselves a mom should be perfect. And let's be honest, that perfect mom would probably suck to hang out with. (Sorry this sit-com closure ending brought to you by a woman who grew up watching Full House and Saved by the Bell.)