So, I have this awesome habit of carrying way too many superfluous items…. a.k.a. “crap” as my husband would categorize it.
I currently carry a GIANT Kate Spade bag as my everyday purse. It’s the “Kingsbury Park” Large Catalina – big enough to feed my addiction of being overly prepared and carrying my entire house with me.
This is my current everyday bag. It’s Massive, and Patent Leather… Perfect Combo.
Naturally, being a handbag whore, I had my eyes set on the diaper bag of my dreams long before ever actually being pregnant. Go figure, my family wasn’t surprised.
I knew I had to have a Kate Spade Stevie Baby Bag. It was a no brainer… and thanks to my mom-in-law who knows my vices all too well, she made it happen and I’m now the proud owner of this polka dotted beauty, complete with matching changing pad.
The Stevie Baby Bag… epic in every way!
My parents then filled the bag with all the fun goodies – two giant accessory pouches and the matching wallet. Theä and I are two lucky ladies! 🙂
Only problem is that Theä has yet to arrive yet… and the bag is already packed to the brim and heavy as a ton of bricks. This is undoubtably due to my over zealous nature of needing to have EVERYTHING in my bag/purse. I know I have especially over prepared because I have NO idea what I’m in for. I’ve literally equipped my bag so that I’m ready for any situation.
Looks like I’ll be developing quite the arm and shoulder strength as I will be toting around the Baby Bag and my usual everyday purse.
Ah… the impending joys (and muscle strength) of motherhood.
There’s nothing like surviving an incredibly busy holiday season – especially while pregnant.
It’s incredibly obvious that my journaling/blogging/entertaining myself efforts got dropped to the sidelines while we entertained family and friends from out of state (who luckily did not stay at my house – I wouldn’t’ve had the energy to keep up!).
It’s 2014, I’m back, and we’re on our last stretch of Operation Preggo.
As of today I’m 37 weeks pregnant and ready for Miss Theä to arrive.
Updates to come!
Happy New Year!
I’m so happy to get to share a preview photo from the maternity shoot that hubby and I did on Thursday with the fantastic Kalli Carr from http://www.kalliphotography.com
More to come next week!
I know I can’t be the only person thinking this, pregnant or not, as my husband has declared the same thought:
All Parking Lots and Establishments should have Expectant Mother Parking Spaces!!!
Take a hint from Babies R Us, people!!!
Baby Bump on Board!
Maybe once a woman hits 28 weeks pregnant they should give us a temporary Handicap tag or some kind of sticker that allows for special parking privileges. It really can’t be that hard to figure out a good system!
Parking towards the ass end of a parking lot while almost 34 weeks pregnant is bad for everyone involved! It’s bad for me when I really have got to pee, like ASAP, and it’s bad for others who may slow me down while I’m trying my best to scoot into the store without peeing my pants. Can you say, “Look of Death??!”
Yes. I will shoot you the stink eye if you block my path. Beware!
Also, in the case of rain, the parking lot and walk to the store becomes dangerous and hostile territory! It’s probably the closest I’ll ever come to a war zone. It sucks having to move at a normal pace and not being able to quickly shuffle into the dry, cozy confines of Target with everyone else. Becoming drenched in sudden Texas storms has become all too familiar.
Shuffling/hurrying in the rain = enemy #1 while pregnant.
What if you slip and fall on the slippery surface? What if while slipping and falling you pee your pants? These are all very real risks.
For all these reasons, and more, I’m just dying for everyone to jump on the bandwagon and help us Preggos out!!
Have a peachy weekend. 🙂
Just a tip from me to you and to the future me…
It is NOT a GOOD idea to go on a 10-12 hour road trip while 32 weeks pregnant. Definitely not a good idea in any way shape or form.
Long, eventful, and stressful story short:
The trip from Dallas to Southern Illinois to visit my parents was a relative breeze! A few more Pee Stops than the usual trip, but altogether not too bad. I think my back hurt worse on the drive from Dallas to Houston the week before!
Visit with my parents was awesome – we even got snowed/iced in with winter storm Cleon. 10″ of snow fell in under 12 hours. Awesome. Gorgeous. Rare.
The “awesome” snow then made life miserable.
Our road to travel on…. looks great eh?
Points of Misery:
- We were forced to cut our visit short by a day to make sure that we’d make it home by Monday (we knew having to stay the night somewhere was a real possibility due to road conditions and traffic).
- My dad had to tow us before we even got 20 yards from my parents’ back door.
- There were inches of ice on the road in many spots in Illinois and Missouri. Arkansas was only a mild improvement.
- It took us 4 1/2 hours to go 45 miles at one point. I almost had to ask a family with an RV if I could pee in their camper. True Story.
- I ate close to a dozen “Cuties” a.k.a. mandarin oranges the first day on the road. I’m pretty sure my Nissan Juke still smells like citrus fruit. It could be worse.
- We had to stop and spend the night in Texarkana, shortly after having to stop and eat at a Cracker Barrel in Little Rock. Talk about a really classy night out with hubby
- Plus side of our misadventure – the new Best Western PLUS concept is really nice!! Two thumbs up for their new line of hotels.
- The second day of driving was terrible! I was super uncomfortable and hadn’t really gotten any sleep. Talk about a rotten way to spend your morning.
This wasn’t an uncommon sight on the trip. Over turned and jack-knifed trucks were everywhere!
I will never again take on such a huge trip while 8 months pregnant.
We’ve now been home for 2 days and I’m just now starting to feel better. I felt like I’d been kicked by a horse, run over by a truck, put out of commission by a hangover, and to top it all off I ended up having some pretty uncomfortable stomach pains from all the stress and time cooped up in the car.
I’m glad to be home. Glad to be out of the car. && I’m now officially addicted to mandarin oranges.