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!

www.carseatcanopy.com

Coupon Code: BITMFREE15

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

Healing

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

Dear Old Wives…

Your tales are truly not appreciated. Especially the one that says, “Girl’s steal their mother’s beauty.” That’s one of the worst ones! It’s especially terrible after someone looks at you, tells you how beautiful you look and then whispers behind your back, “that belly looks like a girl and you know what they say…”. 

Help me Jesus!!

Weight a minute!!!

Ahh yes. Weight, poundage, libras and whatever other word fits into the category of the number on the scale. As a girl who grew up chubby, weight has always been on my mind. I did my best to stay thin-ish during High School and then yo-yo’d from college and beyond. And let me tell you, being Hispanic and having a mom whose solves all of life’s problems by making you yummy delicious food, doesn’t help the cause.

I am now in my 6th month and trying to stay mindful of my weight. It hasn’t been easy because naturally, I want to eat the world! But I’ve had 2 particular encounters centered around my weight that I just had to share. 

1st encounter: (Happened while sitting in an Uber in NYC. Accompanied by my 2 best friends.) It went a little something like this…

BFF 1 to BFF 2: So how’s your sister with the pregnancy?

BFF 2: She’s good. Getting closer to her due date. But my mom was saying, ‘Oh xxxx is getting soo big!’. I said to my mom no way! She is not huge at all. I mean MamiSaurus is only 5 months and she is wayy bigger than her.

Me: Thank you. 

2nd encounter: (Happened at the house of my parent’s friends. Two beautiful people who mean well, but missed the mark on this one. Lol.) The setting is their kitchen.

Husband: So how many months are you now? Everything going well?

Me: I’m 6 months! Everything is going well. The doctor says the baby is doing well.

Husband: Good. But you are really big for 6 months. You have to be careful not to gain too much weight.

Wife: Yeah. You have to be careful. 

Me: Yeah, I know. (Awkward pause.) Ok, well I have to get going.

Husband: Ok, sweetheart. Here, take some cake before you go! Oh and take some of these coffee cakes, they are good.

Wife: Hold on let me cut you a piece of this cake.

Ladies and gentlemen, I can’t make this shit up. LOL! 

I’ve learned one thing from those encounters. Sometimes we may mean well by expressing our concern-or what have you-for people, but guess what: DON’T TELL A PREGNANT WOMAN THAT SHE’S HUGE!

For the love of sweet, beautiful 8lb 2oz Baby Jesus, just don’t. Don’t do it to yourself. Love your life!!!! Don’t say it!!! Tell her she is gorgeous, even if she looks like a hot ass mess. And women, especially those that have carried a child, don’t do it either!!! No one wants to hear about how much weight they have gained. Especially -in my opinion-pregnant women.

Listen. I’m not putting on this weight because I opt to just eat bread sandwiches (bread on bread with bread on the side like Panera). I’m actually growing a human here and this human demands that I eat more than I normally would. And you know what???? Every woman carries differently! So please, don’t compare me to yourself, your momma, your sister, your dog that just a litter of puppies or Barbie who had a magnetic baby bump that came off whenever she pleased. Don’t do it to yourself.
All that’s being said, or rather ranted. I am proud of ALLL the weight I am gaining. It is being gained so that I can grow this precious gift that I have been given. It is being done- consciously- for the sake of another life and when he or she is out, I will go back to monitoring it for the sake of my own life. 

That’s it. Rant over. Excuse me as I eat a pickle and ice cream sandwich. 😉😉

-Peace, Love and HUGE Baby Bumps!!

My weight….as others may see it.  Lol!!

Countdown!!

With just 4 months left to go, I am often asked: OMG, are you ready??

The answer: Heck No!!!

No, I am not ready. Not one bit ready. While I know how to change a diaper, prepare a bottle and burp a baby, I don’t know the first thing about raising one. But let’s be honest, who does??? So while I don’t feel ready, I absolutely am ready. I am terrified, but ready. 

For me, being able to get pregnant- and God willing carry to term!- is a great honor and privilege. Anyone can make a child, but not everyone can parent. My only hope is that I do a well enough job, where the adults of tomorrow will look at my child and be happy that they know him/her. I hope that this person that I am about to mold and shape, turns out to be one of those amazing memorable people that make you feel good when they walk into a room. 
So while I am in no rush for this peanut to arrive, I am nervously excited for our first meeting!!