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Ever have a nine year old girl in line behind you at the store look at your purchases and scream out to you “that’s a lot of candy!”

I have. Yesterday. In my defense - it was 3 for $3 - can’t pass up a bargain like that dammit!!!!!

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Oh to be my dog…

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I’ve learned a few techniques on how to “survive” pushing a tiny human out the vagina and one thing that really resonated with me was to allow the pain to happen.

I’ve been encouraged to embrace the pain and breathe through it rather than fight it. Fighting only makes the pain more difficult to tolerate and can be more exhausting than just allowing it to happen.

Call me philosophical if you will or emotional as I do have a plethora of hormones overtaking my body - but I like relating labor to the way I would want to handle life. Rather than throwing all my energy into something I can’t control, I just need to ride with it and see where it takes me. And since I can’t get an epidural for the pains in life, there’s always napping and Zoloft. I’d say that’s almost as good, right?

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Two years married today! Nothing beats picnics in the park to celebrate.

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The final countdown. Only four weeks to go before we hopefully fill this crib with a tiny human…

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A little KU bball watch party mixed with a little zydeco band. Gotta love it!

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Do not eat fibrous cereal the same day that you have yoga. It makes for many uncomfortable moments. 

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Saying I’m going to give birth potentially in a month in a half is one thing but hearing your doctor confirm that the baby is head down and getting ready is another. This shit just got real…

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When shipping a Mardi Gras king cake goes wild. As the mom says, my stomach won’t know the difference! Still missing McKenies…

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Snowshoeing on a Saturday afternoon. Damn I love living here.

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Now that Denver has Trader Joe’s, Pinkberry AND H&M…my soul mate of a city is complete. 

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I’ve gotten to the point in this pregnancy where sneezes result in peeing - no matter how big or small of a sneeze. It’s amazing the amount of embarrassment I can feel with not a soul around to witness the event. 

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One day my prince will come. Wish upon a star and your wish will come true. You can do anything your heart desires. Dream jobs are real. All of these sentences are about as true as Santa Clause existing and Bloody Mary coming out of your bathroom mirror to kill you (believe me, I wouldn’t go into the bathroom at night when I was little out of fear from her). Meaning, it’s all a load of crap that has taken me 33 years to discover.

My most recent job was something I always considered a dream job. And jobs before that one were also believed to be dream jobs. Surprisingly, I always found flaws in these dream jobs because I had such high expectations of what a dream job would be. I learned that from each situation, there is a positive and negative to be taken from it. While the negatives are easily spotted, the positives take some time to unveil.

I’ve now realized that a dream job is not a reality for me. I’m learning that my job isn’t what’s suppose to bring me joy. I get that from the little family that Picks and I are forming, from friendships, from hobbies, travel and being outside. The job is what is needed to allow me continue pursuing what truly makes me happy and that’s time to spend on those important things. Not work. 

So with a re-focus on what a job is going to represent to me, I feel like I’m ready to get back out there…although the odds of getting a job at nearly eight months pregnant is slim to none - but maybe post-birth something good will happen. It’s all in the timing.

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I’m one week shy of being eight months pregnant. Can’t believe I’ve made it this far - I remember thinking at the start among the puke, puke and puke that I can’t believe pregnancy lasts as long as it does. Once the puke subsided, I couldn’t believe how fast the time flew.

Now that I’m settling into the third trimester - there are some things I’ve found out along the way that no one seemed to “remember” to share. Here’s a list for ya of what I’ve picked up:

  • Wiping. Not a problem until the belly starts to grow - and considering how often you have to pee, wiping is becoming increasingly difficult.
  • Apparently there is a time during labor where you get a surge of hormones that can cause you to feel shaky and puke (and all I thought was that you just pooped a little).
  • Found out in prenatal yoga that after you birth the human, the nurse comes in and bulldozes your stomach to get as much of the blood out and get your uterus back in fighting shape. Oh…and apparently it does not feel good.
  • Birthing videos can seem like a really bad porn
  • Putting on shoes makes me out of breath
  • Feeling this thing kick is really fun…feeling it moving and changing positions within the tummy is really creepy
  • You don’t need maternity clothes - you just need H&M and stretchy fabrics
  • Even though the outie (belly button) turns me off…it’s fun to poke it to go in and out
  • If wearing a very big, loose sweatshirt - there is the chance of forgetting for a few moments that you’re pregnant
  • Nausea comes back in the third trimester for some (I have it) - but it’s not puke so it’s much better than the first and half of the second trimester
  • Sweat. I rarely wake up in the morning not drenched in sweat and it’s not from a kinky night with the husband. It’s from a full nights sleep with the hormones. They are just darling.
  • Break a nail - live dangerously. A new one will grow back in a day.
  • I love not having to suck in my stomach…ever

So that’s where I am so far. We’ll see what the next two months and a week bring to the table!

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The anxiety around producing a child grows stronger with each realization of what’s to come in the next few months. And with that anxiety, I transform it into a fight between me and Picks. In all fairness, the fights are rather comical once we get through them. Here’s an example of the latest.

We went to buy buy baby and when we got home, Picks made us delicious homemade pizza. Really sweet and awesome of him to do. What do I do? I pick a fight with him because he bought full fat shredded cheese versus reduced, didn’t check to see if we already had any (which we did) and also he bought cheddar cheese when this pizza always always always uses mozzarella. Yes. I actually got “mad” over this.

I turned it from - just buy the right one next time - into if you don’t think these things through, how can I trust you with a baby? I am so embarrassed to admit this but it also makes me laugh so much. And laughing at how stupid of a fight I started is way way way better than admitting that within 3 months, I’ll have to find a way to grow up.