19 weeks



19 weeks: the baby is the size of a mango (about 6″ long) and weighs about half a pound!

The biggest news at 19 weeks is all the baby movement. This little one has a few wiggle-fests each day and it feels so funny. I was expecting a sort of gentle “butterfly”-like feeling based on what other moms have described, but this feeling is much stronger than butterflies! Wrestling chipmunks, maybe? 😉 It’s enough to make me jump a little and laugh out loud when it happens—usually when I’m sitting, like in the car or at my desk.

I’ve been working on the baby registry on, and mostly I’m just finding it stressful. So many decisions to make! So many things to choose! So much stuff for one tiny person! So expensive! I think I’m just easily overwhelmed these days. I’m trying to calm myself down and focus on the important things, e.g., little dude has to have a carseat to leave the hospital, so that’s more important than selecting among the 8 million types of cloth diapers on the market.

Over the weekend, I sewed up 2 baby blankets and a bunch of burp cloths—both were totally instant gratification projects, but should be super useful. And cute! I also cut up the fabric for the baby’s quilt, which is going to be awesome. I hope he is sentimental enough to keep that quilt forever…

blankets and a basket of burp cloths

minky + flannel blankets // a basket of  terry + flannel burp cloths

Last… here’s an outtake from this week. Dear Mango-baby, I hope your dad makes you laugh as much as he makes me laugh.



17 weeks


This week has been all about adjusting to the idea that we’re having a BOY. It shouldn’t have been such a surprise, but it sure was for us! I’m so glad we found out early. Going to prenatal yoga on Thursday night (so, 2 days after we found out) really helped me feel re-connected with the baby. Now I’m super excited! This little boy is going to be so awesome.

I was reading a childbirth book on Saturday afternoon, and I kept crying… I’m just so excited that in 5 months, I’ll get to give birth to a baby boy. I love him so much already that I think my heart is going to explode. If I love him this much without even meeting him, how is my heart going to make room for how I’ll feel when I get to hold him the first time? It’s magic.

I got to feel the little boy move a lot over the weekend, which is such a wonderful and connecting feeling. Scott even got to feel him on Saturday night! That was pretty much the best thing ever.

Ramblings + Observations

  • I crave crunchy foods all the time. CRUNCHY CRUNCHY CRUNCHY. That’s not a usual craving for me! Tortilla chips, lots of celery in my egg salad, crunchy roasted coconut flakes in my yogurt. Extra-toasty toast. Crisp apple with crunchy peanut butter.
  • I’m also just wanting a lot more food. My appetite is back in full force! I noticed when I ate lunch the other day, that I thought, “I just fed the baby some lunch,” instead of thinking of it as feeding myself.
  • In addition to being super hungry, I’m also super THIRSTY. (And it goes without saying, but I always have to pee. Stop sitting on my bladder, kid!)
  • I have SOOOO much more energy, but my body can’t really keep up with the amount of energy I have. I have to make myself stop to rest frequently, and I have to plan out my tasks so I can get the important things done. I especially have to be careful about things that involve bending over or squatting down, cuz it wears me out!
  • I picked out all the fabrics for baby boy’s quilt on Saturday, and I’m just over the moon about it. Speaking of which, it’s a moon and stars them for the quilt, with aquas and dark blues. I’m planning to cut the fabric into triangles. So exciting!!!
  • Even though I’m worn out, I’m having trouble sleeping. I can’t get comfortable and I can’t stay comfortable. Saturday night/ Sunday morning, I woke up at 4 am! I finally got out of bed at 4:30, and made a snack (crunchy toast, duh), and went back to bed at 5:30. It took me another half hour to fall asleep. What is this shit, y’all?! (So I bought a body pillow, and hopefully that’s going to help.)
  • I had coffee on Saturday… like true, caffeinated iced coffee. I’m not 100% caffeine free, but I only have 1 cup of tea, or an occasional half-caff coffee. I thought I was going to buzz straight out of my skin! And little boy was going crazy in there too. I felt terrible about it and definitely won’t be doing it again—even though I’ve read multiple times that it’s perfectly ok to have 1 cup of coffee a day. No more for this mama! I’m even going to wean off the tea.  We went for a long, 2+ mile walk on Saturday afternoon to work all that caffeine out.
  • Just like last week, I’m trying to get in a walk most days of the week. On weeknights, Scott goes with me. I love it 🙂
  • Scott visited a daycare/preschool open house on Saturday to get information. When I read the packet he brought home, I cried.
  • Heart burn is obnoxious, but as long as I take Pepcid every day, I’m fine.

PS, Hamlet wanted to be in the pictures too.



We’re having a…


BOY! It’s a boy it’s a boy it’s a boy!

Let’s be honest, we’re pretty much completely floored by this news, and that’s the truth. I had dreams that this baby was a girl, but I guess my dreams and gut feelings aren’t as prophetic as I previously thought. 😉

The ultrasound was funny, because of course the little dude was not interesting in giving us a clear view. I had to shake my hips and the ultrasound tech poked and prodded by belly to get him to move, until we were sure. We could see each little vertebra in his little spine, so that was super cool! And his little feet, too. And… his little boy parts, we saw those too. How embarrassing for this kid, right?! Well, I’ll happily post a picture of a marshmallow peep, but I’m not posting a picture of his peep for the internet to see. Ha!

We’re SO happy to know what we’re having, so we can plan and dream and decide on the name for real. For my part, I am plotting a major baby sewing spree: a quilt! and blankets! and onesies! Eeeeee!


and so it begins…

I’m pregnant, y’all. Preggo. And it’s too early to tell most anybody, but of course, I really really really wanna talk about it. And now I have a space for that.

Today, I am 6 weeks pregnant. That’s weird, because I actually got knocked up 4 weeks ago, but they do the countin’ from the first day of my last cycle. So I’m 6 weeks, and The Internet tells me this little nugget is about the size of a pomegranate seed.

For being so tiny, this pomegranate-seed-sized-bebe sure is making me tired. I have learned (the hard way) that I actually need 9 hours of sleep. NINE. If I only get 8 hours, I turn into this queasy-pukey, zombie version of me. Soooo tired. 9 hours of sleep, though, and I feel almost normal! I can eat normal food and form sentences—things that I took for granted just a few weeks ago.


  • I’m so glad I didn’t enroll in grad school this semester. I think it would be impossible.
  • My new bedtime is 9:30 pm. Really.
  • Lemon-flavored cough drops take the edge off my nausea (which set in a couple days ago, so around 5 1/2 weeks).
  • I’m dealing with a heavy, heavy fear that something will happen with this pregnancy, and all I want is for the little nugget to stay put and keep cooking. Several times a day, I have to take deep breaths and remind myself: the entire human race, billions of people, got here because women got pregnant, stayed pregnant, and gave birth to healthy babies. Take care of yourself; there is nothing else that needs to be done. I also remind myself that it’s a good sign that I’m so tired and queasy. It means my body is busy doing its thang. This is comforting to me at a time when I don’t look pregnant or feel baby kicks yet.
  • I’m tired, I’m nauseous, and I can’t have coffee… and I don’t really care. It’s so beyond worth it. Yes, I have these symptoms, and no, they are not my idea of a good time. But I really do not mind one bit. This has surprised me, a lot. I was especially surprised at how easily I gave up the coffee!