Things I Shouldn’t Have To Say 

Hey, hey, hey! Your favorite blogger and mama to be is back in action from her too-long hiatus 😘 

I’m currently a little over 10 weeks with my little rainbow, and to be completely honest~as always, my readers~ pregnancy is KICKING my butt. I got so sick I couldn’t eat anything but crackers and some sour gummy worms for a week, and I lost 11 pounds! (Which, hey…if I wasn’t growing a human, I probably wouldn’t complain.) Thank you Lord, for wonderful doctors and wonderful anti-nausea meds. I finally got to eat a bowl of soup, and basically almost cried because I didn’t throw it up. You can bet your bottom dollar I’ll be reminding this child of all they did to me when they tell me I suck 😂 

As happy as I am to be carrying this sweet little life, there’s some things I feel like I shouldn’t have to say, buuuuuuut people force me to say them anyway, because I am loud, and also because I’m sick of it. 

  1. If you didn’t help make this baby (and I know who did, and it wasn’t you), you don’t get an opinion on names. Sorry, not sorry. You’re driving me nuts. 
  2. If you don’t like the fact that I’m not going back to Texas to give birth, sucks to be you, because you’re not invited to California, either. 
  3. No, my pets aren’t going anywhere. Yes, I know they’re hairy. No, they’re not getting “given away” because I decided to have a baby. They were my babies first. 
  4. If you haven’t been pregnant, please don’t give me pregnancy and/or parenting advice. I’m sure you mean well. But you’re just annoying. 
  5. I’m young? Oh, golly gee, I didn’t notice. Guess what? I’ve probably got my life more together than you do at 35. So mind your own business. 
  6. Please stop asking what tests I intend to run, what shots I plan on giving my child, telling me breastfeeding is best (lol because fed is best), and whether or not I’ll keep my child based on certain test results. It’s rude, you’re nosy, and your mama should’ve spanked you. 
  7. No, I’m not baptizing my infant. Why? Because baptism doesn’t mean anything (to me), if you don’t make the choice yourself and understand the importance of it. 
  8. If I don’t ask you to touch my as-of-yet nonexistent baby bump, please don’t touch me. It’s weird, you seem creepy, and I feel real awkward when my stomach growls and I know you felt it. 
  9. Yes, deployment is coming up soon after baby is due. No, I’m not moving home. Visiting, yes. Moving again? No. Why? Because a) I’m an adult, and have my own home b) uh, I did it once and it sucked and c) I don’t want to? 
  10. Again, the name thing. Really. Y’all are all on the track to not knowing this baby’s gender or name until I deliver if y’all don’t stop it. You’re not cute, you’re not funny, you’re annoying and my hormones are over it. 

Like I said, I’m super excited. I go to Babies R Us and walk the aisles way too often without buying anything, I’ve got like 50 different lists of things I might need, my Pinterest is overrun with baby pins. But dealing with everyone’s nosy, rude questions and awkward touches and comments about what I should name Peanut really just annoys me. And I cry when I get annoyed now. A lot. It’s ugly. 

I appreciate all the sincere wishes, prayers and genuinely interested friends and family who check up on me. Y’all are the bomb. This post is literally just hormone-fueled and I might feel bad for it later. (Or I might not. Eh.) If you read through my list and said “oooh, I bet she’s talking about me”, maybe just stop doing those things, yeah? And we can be cool again. 

Also, please stop asking about my birth plan. I’ve got 30 weeks to go, and you asking about how I want to push an 8 pound watermelon out is just really weird to me. 
Sorry I’m full of hormones and everything annoys me/makes me cry/makes me angry and my poor readers have to deal. If you’ve made it to the end of this post, here’s a super cute pic of my dog and of my super excited husband that also makes me cry because I love him so much. 




Why We Didn’t Keep Our Mouths Shut 

So as most of my readers know, on November 7, I had a miscarriage. And since we had made the choice to publicly tell people about my pregnancy, I made the choice to publicly announce my miscarriage, and use that learning experience to create a blog post about it as well. 

On January 19, a little over 2 months later, at about 0730 in the morning, two pink lines showed up on a pregnancy test. I cried, I called my mom, I called my best friend who was on her way from 29 Palms, I called my husband, all while sitting on the bathroom floor. That afternoon I headed to a pregnancy resource center in town, with my best friend in tow, to get confirmation. I was prayed over, and left absolutely giddy. 

On February 9, I had my first prenatal appointment (I hate having blood drawn), and my first ultrasound. I saw a teeny little life, with a teeny little heartbeat at 133BPM. Just a few hours later, at 8 weeks, we announced this pregnancy publicly as well. 

Since making it known, I’ve gotten messages from friends and acquaintances saying, “why didn’t you wait? Aren’t you worried? I would’ve waited until I was past 13 weeks.” Well, guess what? Good for you, if that’s what you’re comfortable with. 

Me? Everything looks good. I heard that tiny heartbeat, and I’m confident. But the big thing for me is this: all life deserves to be celebrated and loved, no matter how short it may be. A baby isn’t a secret, to be hidden in the dark. So while I continue to pray, I’m also continuing to celebrate the life I’m growing (I use the term celebrate loosely-there’s nothing party like about morning sickness). 

This pregnancy isn’t just mine and Ricky’s child- it’s my parents’ grandchild, my siblings’ niece or nephew, my bestfriend’s joy, too. There isn’t a need for me to hide what’s happening, or wallow in the worry of every cramp and spot. I will continue to be ecstatic over the fact that God has blessed me, and when the time comes, I will teach that someone came before you, sugar bean. I’m going to rejoice in the fact that I have a reason for the 24 hour nausea, the back aches, the fact that I’ll be turning into a pink zebra. 

So far, I puke too often, mac&cheese no longer sounds good ever, I’m craving food you can’t get in California, I don’t sleep enough…but I’m beyond happy. Stay tuned for the next 32.5 weeks 😉



“Somewhere, over the rainbow, way up high…there’s a land that I heard of once, in a lullaby.”