Where to begin!

My husband and I decided very VERY early on that we would not find out the sex of the baby. Now I am a curious person by nature, so this decision was a big deal for me. He truly wanted to be surprised, “We live in the age of information. Let’s at least be surprised with this.” Those were his heartfelt words. How could I go against it? Plus he looked at me with his pretty green eyes and just melted my heart when he said it lol. I had to go with it!!

So day after day, month after month, we went about imagining what our baby will be. With each doctor visit we stressed the fact that we didn’t know the sex and we weren’t interested in finding out. It was written in our chart and everything. 

Fast forward to this week, 8 months deep into the game, our doctor decided that we should have copies of certain pages from our chart. (Can you see where I’m headed here?? Lol) We really didn’t think much of it, figured it was standard practice when you get to a certain point. We grab our copies, hop on the elevator and start heading home. Being who I am, I took a look at the pages. When I flipped the first sheet over and began reading the second, I was stopped dead in my tracks. Literally. Written at the bottom of the sheet was the gender of our baby. I looked at my husband and said, “Nooooooo!!!”. I reacted. Should I have kept it to myself? Maybe, but I can’t play poker to save my life. When he saw it, he was livid. I cried. Not because of the gender, but because of the disappointment of finding out. Waiting for so long to be surprised, only to have it ruined. 

Needless to say, we phoned the office. Well, my husband did. He was 10x more upset than I was. We just couldn’t fully wrap our minds around what happened. The office apologized, profusely. I mean what else could they do? This isn’t retail where you give the customer a discount. I mean hey, if they want to knock 70% off the hospital bill, we’ll take it! But what could you do?? What can anyone do in this situation?

If you are trying to go down the same surprising road we did, alway remember to remind your doctor about your wish to not know the gender. Regardless of whether or not it is written all over your chart, remind them. Mistakes happen and at the end of the day we are human. So remind them, EVERY SINGLE TIME!

That being said, after the disappointment, we were definitely ecstatic to know that our little girl is healthy! 😀😀😀 We cannot wait to meet her! ❤❤❤

-Peace, Love and Tutu’s 

Mater-need-ty Clothes.

Here is a rant for the day. 

I went to Target in search of a few maternity items and was shocked to see that they had done away with their Maternity section! I have to admit, I was pissed. I went to Old Navy a month back, same thing. So I’m sitting here thinking, WTF is up with that?? Do designers not think that pregnant women wear clothes? Do we walk around wrapped up in blankets??? Do they think that every pregnant woman is a “Fit Mom” who can fit into pre-pregnancy clothing? (Power to those hot momma’s who are!)

If women come in all shapes and sizes, wouldn’t it be smart to expect that when they are pregnant they would come in all shapes and sizes as well? I am not a small girl, never have been. Even at my fittest, I’ve had curves. So I didn’t expect to be one of those women who would be small while pregnant. But the fact that finding something to wear is a bit tough, it’s pretty freaking crappy. Can I buy “regular” clothes in a bigger size? Surrreeee, but then I end up looking like a hot ass mess!

Hey DESIGNERS!!! How’s about a little love for the momma’s??? You tell us that we are “hot” and look “great”, yet you shun us when it comes to the rack. We spend money just like any other woman would. We are probably willing to shell out more because we are looking for comfort. So how’s about showing us more love? 

I apologize for the rant, but I couldn’t keep it in!! Lol lol.

-Peace, Love and Blanket Wrapped Baby Bumps!

Ice Ice Baby…

As I sit on my couch attempting to plan out my Monday, I realize, I have not left my apartment AT ALL today. This is all thanks to the lovely sheet of ice that currently coats the steps and street outside. It makes me think of all of the women that have looked at me and said, “Girl, at least you are not pregnant in the summer.”

Yes, they are right. At least I’m not pregnant in the summer. With all that heat and ridiculous discomfort. But at the same time. Do NOT get it twisted, while I may not be suffering from the heat, I am looking around trying to not to lose my footing while walking in the snow. I do live in fear of days like today, when there is ice on the ground and someone decides not to salt their part of the sidewalk. Winter pregnancy comes with its set of fears and discomfort too. While I’d rather be cold than hot, I’d also rather be walking on solid ground and not attempting to ice skate in my winter boots. Lol.

Just a thought.

-Peace, Love and Icicle Bumps!

Carseat Canopy!

In honor of the upcoming Super Bowl, I figured I would start with this post! While perusing Pinterest (shoutout to all of the Pinterest addicts out there!) I came across a pin that said, “Free Baby Stuff For Expecting Moms”. Naturally I looked at it, scoffed and clicked on it anyway. When I came across the first post about a carseat canopy, I became intrigued as it had the magic words “free carseat canopy” written in the article. So. I did what any logical human being would do. I decided to test it out. I took the coupon code provided and went shopping.

I have to admit, I was hella skeptical. I mean, I’ve tried coupon codes before and it can  all a sham. But, I did it anyway. I have to say, they have a nice selection. My eyes lit up when I saw their NFL section! Why would my eyes light up at the sight of the NFL? Well, I’m a huge football fan! Love the sport. Plus! My mind immediately went to my husband when I saw it. I figured, people always focus on the mom during this time, but what about the dad? So I set off to find a Patriot’s canopy (Daddy is from Rhode Island and all about New England teams. Our dog is named Fenway. So yea.)  and low and behold it was not sold out. However, that price?? Umm. I was not about that cost of that canopy. $59.95!! Still…I threw in the coupon code and was astonished to see the price drop to $9.95 before shipping. (Disclaimer!!! They always get you with shipping and anything NFL is expensive!) Still…I sat there and pulled the trigger. All in all, I paid $25 with shipping for an NFL canopy. In my eyes…WORTH IT! Oh and so you know, other canopies are price UNDER $59.95, meaning you would just need to pay for shipping.

But hey…don’t just take my word for it. Check it out for yourselves!

Coupon Code: BITMFREE15

(BTW: This is not a sponsored post. I just want to share the love!)


So after a night/day spent at the hospital, yesterday and today are full blown rest days. It was also, let other people help day. Now, I am one of those people that do not ask for help. At all. I learned-at a young age-to depend on myself to get things done. I’ve always felt a mixed bag of emotions when attempting to go to others for help. I always feel that I am either a burden, not going to have things done the way I want them to, am asking for too much or just shouldn’t be bothering others. It’s strange, I know, but it’s how I’ve always felt. But after that hospital visit, my body is just exhausted and I realize, I need all the help I can get! Mind you, this is all pre-baby. What on Earth is going to happen once the peanut is out?

I feel like this is God telling me to, “pump the breaks kid”. I work in television, am an author and my life is basically go go go. While I try to “rest”, the truth is I really don’t. I’m always putting others before me and seriously need to pull back from that. At this point in my life I truly need to understand that “No”, is a complete sentence.

-Peace, Love, Recliners & Baby Bumps

(Pregnant) Girls Just Wanna Have Fun!!

Yesterday I sat at work, inspired to write about being included in fun things, even though I am pregnant. I had one of those moments where the idea came to me (inspired by work events) and I was just determined to write. So, I started the draft and then got lost in all of my . I promised myself that I would write as soon as I got home. That unfortunately was not the case.

Instead, I came home-feeling all achy- and just tried to get some cooking and dishwashing done. I could barely get through dinner when the ache turned into seriously excruciating pain. I mean, doubled over, can barely stand up straight, resting isn’t helping pain. I tried not to freak out butttttttt, yeah…not happening. The water works started and the icing on the cake- I was home alone. My husband had to work the night shift with no additional coverage. I sat there in pain thinking…well if this is what the real deal is like then feel free to call me a little bitch..cauuussseee…those pains were legit. I immediately called the doctor and surprise, surprise, no answer. The answering service didn’t even pick up. So after a few phone calls to see who could take me, I ended up at the hospital. Two monitors, a catheter and various tests later, I found myself being kept over night for monitoring.

Now I know some of you may be saying, “Oh. Those are Braxton Hicks.” But, no. Alas, I was having honest to God contractions. But why? Why was I feeling this so early? At only 25 weeks. The answers, like everything else in life were obscure. Ultrasounds, blood work and urine samples revealed that everything was, “fine”. But these contractions were still there. I want to tell you that my mind was racing throughout all of this. It wasn’t. For the 2nd time in my life, my mind was relatively clear with the exception of a few thoughts. It’s like being on a highway with only 5 cars on it your entire trip. If that makes sense. My mind was still. I wasn’t bogged down by what if’s, I was just thinking of the facts. As they were presented to me. The contractions were real, but not real enough- at the time- to induce pre term labor. There was a good chance that I was very dehydrated- in-spite of the fact that I drink 3-4 30oz jugs of water as often as possible-which can lead to contractions. The baby was fine. The baby was actually doing better than I was.

My main thought? Anything and everything is truly possible. No matter how much I may try to plan and map things out. The unexpected is just that, unexpected and nothing can truly prepare you for it. I have to truly learn to be in the moment, be aware of my surroundings and especially now, be aware of myself. I must be calm, cool and collected. Worrying will do absolutely NOTHING. After some prayer (because faith is one of the most important things in my life), I realized that I just have to be calm. Come what may, I need to do my best to remain calm and tackle things as they come.

Last night was truly a doozy. I-luckily- was able to walk away from the hospital feeling achy. That isn’t the case for many women. I just know that there is way more to life than just pregnant girls having fun.

-Peace, Love & Baby Bumps