This was our first baby shower gift and I find it hilarious we will have these things attached to our hips from now on. Wow, does this officially make us parents?
How to travel with a pregnant women (According to my husband)
Step 1: Insist that she try to use the bathroom before you leave the house. Even if she says she just went. Make her go again anyway.
Step 2: Question her choice of footwear. Continue to insist she put on sensible flats or even better, tennis shoes, while she stubbornly scoffs at you, hobbles precariously in high heeled boots and tells you that nothing you’ve suggested goes with her outfit.
Step 3: Open her side of the door and then help her into the seat. She will be the most unmaneuverable* human being you’ve encountered in a long time, so some pushing and heaving may be required on your part. Just keep at it, she’ll get situated eventually.
Step 4: Keep your cool when you are 3 minutes down the road and she looks over at you and says “Honey, when you get a second… can we stop somewhere so I can pee?”
* did I just make that word up?
Love,
M
Another reason my mom is the best…
She subscribes to parenting websites and sends me updates on things she finds important. I never knew how nice it would feel to have that support even in the smallest of things.
8 months! I can’t believe I am already 8 months pregnant. I am not as nervous as I thought I would be. More excited than anything else and maybe a little anxious. I keep having dreams of Harlem’s smile and those wet, baby kisses that we all love. All I can do at this point is hope she is healthy and pray that her delivery goes smoothly. *Deep breath* I am ready.
:: name change ::
“The Gills” is now “A Song for Harlem”. Just an fyi so you’re not thinking, “Who the h*ll am I following?”
Doggy Decals. We didn’t set out with a specific theme for the nursery. Shakir was so happy about getting the room done in preparation for his baby and we just went with what felt right for him. I have to say he has done a great job and I can’t wait to see the finished product.
A Song for Harlem
Repurposing lamps for Harlem’s room.dear luvsick. please stop being adorable and pregnant. it’s making me want to be adorable and pregnant and financially and emotionally that would be the WORST thing for me right now. so, start being crazy or something so i realize how much i would HATE being pregnant. thanks. yours truly,
ohgrowup (which is what harlem will do once she gets outta you)
I’ll try to turn up the crazy just for you! But, when my husband leaves me, I’ll need a roommate. Just throwing that out there.
