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!!


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!!


Wake up, happy.

Brush my teeth, happy.

Shower and think, happy and pensive.

Get dressed, begin to cry.

Style hair, continue crying.

Look at husband, smile and feel happy.

Watch as dog wipes out while trying to jump on the bed, laugh hysterically then begin to cry. Keep crying because you are an awful doggy mom for laughing at him. I mean he could’ve broken his neck and have died and your whole year would be ruined. Who laughs like that….

See that husband is laughing and join him in laughing hhysterically.

Get in car and realize you have to head into work, begin crying again.

Such is a typical hormonal cycle… I truly do feel bad for my husband. 

– Peace, Love and Baby Bumps 

Do you hear that?

It’s amazing the amount of thoughts that we are capable of thinking in a moment. Last night my husband had about a million thoughts run through his brain in the span of 2 minutes. 

Last night we went in for a check up. We were feeling very light-hearted and excited about our appointment. Once we stepped into the examination room, we talked about the questions we would ask the doctor and shared a handful of laughs. A moment later one of the aides walks in to take my vitals. Blood pressure: Check. Weight: Check-ish. Then she checked the baby’s heartbeat. I assumed my position and relaxed. She had a contraption in her hand and dumped the lovely cold gel on my stomach and got to work. My husband and I fell silent and heard nothing. She moved the wand over and over again and still, nothing. That was when I looked over at my husband and soaked in his face. Written all across it was fear. The one thing he dreaded the most, no heart beat. His face flushed, he closed his eyes and in his words, ” I prayed. I just said, ‘Please don’t let this be happening. If this is how it’s supposed to happen, please let the doctor confirm the lack of heart beat. Please let us hear it.'”

I looked at him. For what felt like a long while, but was really a split second, I looked at him and soaked up his emotion. I felt the tiniest of panic begin to creep up, but then I heard it. A tiny heart beating inside of me. My husband, still couldn’t make it out.

This visit turned out to be an emotional one. After the heartbeat escapade, we were faced with a few things. First, the great flu shot debate! My doctor was upset when I told him that my attempts at getting a flu shot were shot down. (Pun somewhat intended!) I am fortunate enough to work in a place that provides the shot- free of charge- to its employees. However, I was turned away by the nurse for being in my first trimester. My doctor explained to me that it is my legal right to receive the shot at any point in my pregnancy. He said that not having it done actually does more harm than good. Second, we’ve officially begun our trip down the genetic testing road. We are now praying and patiently awaiting the results. And last but not least, we had a lovely emotional ultrasound.

After doubting whether the heart beat was there or not. My husband got to see the peanut in action via an ultra sound. If it was at all possible to feel the baby kicking at 3 months I swear I would’ve felt it. Not only were we able to get a clear audio print of the heart beat, but we were able to see the baby moving about! I cried. I have to admit it, I couldn’t help but crying out of happiness. Just knowing that in that moment, all was well.

Ahh pregnancy. One of the most amazingly scary chapters in my life.



The peanut at 3 months!

My Dog….

…reminding me daily of what lies ahead. LOL.

Expelling some bile while simultaneously playing fetch. Multitasking at it’s finest. A glimpse of what is to come right? Maybe? Sort of? Kind of??? 

-Peace, Love and Baby Bumps!