Can I Start A Countdown?


HERE we are: third trimester/ twenty-seven weeks/ almost seven months along…

Roughly ninety days to go–

It’s not going particularly slow or fast, it’s just the first time I’ve ever given up my body for reasons that are not strictly for my own benefit.

-Monitor caffeine intake

-No deli meat

-Ensure all soft cheese has been pasteurized. (hello, google)

-No alcohol

-Getting enough proteinfolicacidvitamindironomega3dhaproteincalciumwater?

-Speaking of water, drink plenty, but watch out for BPA in your containers… can be linked to lower IQs in children.

-Nitrates in turkey/pepperoni/bacon/sausage can unwind DNA (WTF)

-Is lack of prenatal iron linked to autism?

-Eat plenty of fish because Omega 3s are gold for brain development and mental focus of babies, but don’t eat plenty of fish because mercury can be toxic.

OR… screw it all and secretly hope you don’t ruin your kid’s health or future ACT scores.


KNOCK on all the wood, I’ve nearly made it to seven months and have remained relatively unscathed because stretch marks, increased skin pigmentation, facial swelling, hemorrhoids are all normal things that I have fortunately not experienced.

HOWEVER, I am writing the book on ‘hormone induced OCD’ and ‘how to be frustrated by everything’.

Ya win some, ya lose some.


Baby Names? In an effort to preserve our marriage, we have agreed to a ceasefire. This subject will remain closed until this baby pops and the hospital forces us to pick a name in order to go home.


Fun Facts:

How far along?   27 Weeks

How big is the baby?      ~2 pounds / ~15 inches long

Weight gain/loss?     + 10

Maternity clothes?    The struggle continues. PTL for the belly band, still stuffing myself into regular pants… when I have to wear pants. Fortunately, most of my tops still work. I have invested in some long maternity tank tops and those have saved many an outfit meltdown.

Sleep?  Luckily I have not needed 100 hours of sleep a night for the last few weeks. With enough pillows I am able to get by quite peacefully.

Memorable moments this week? We painted the baby’s room! Still need to paint a crib and dresser and buy all the rest of everything, but new paint on the walls is a win.

Symptoms? Oh hey heartburn. However, I’m down to consume bottles of tums if this kid comes out with a full head of hair. Also, flossing and brushing like a boss because pregnancy gingivitis is true life. Sexy.

Food cravings?   Nothing particular.

Food aversions?     Still fish. What I miss?    Not having giant boobs.

What I’m looking forward to? Warmer weather so we all can stop hibernating and hang out.

22/ 5.5

WELL here we are, more than halfway through and it still hasn’t really hit me.

Knock on wood, I haven’t been very sick, no crazy cravings, no bottomless hunger, no bouts of crying… just feeling a bit chubby and needing to remind myself that it’s actually a baby.



Earlier this month we had our mid-way ultrasound and were extremely thankful to find that everything is how it should be at this point and this baby measured a few ounces bigger than average. ::insert nervous laughter here:: I won’t share any photos because babies just look like sea creatures or creepy skeletal aliens at this point. Mike and I got a good view of the face and shuddered. More or less resembles Jack the Pumpkin King.Screen Shot 2015-02-20 at 3.44.28 PM

Also, turns out that all the business of baby growing is positioned in such a way that I probably won’t feel it moving around for a few more weeks. Huge relief because people kept asking and I felt like I was not good at being pregnant since I couldn’t feel any movement.


Mike and I took an early ‘babymoon’ to Hawaii last week. We had a blast and thoroughly enjoyed some much needed Vitamin D. I had my fair share of non-alcoholic drinks and didn’t completely hate wearing a bathing suit so all around it was quite a success.



 Fun Facts:

How far along?     Almost twenty-two weeks/ 5.5 months

How big is the baby?      11-13 inches, about a pound.

Weight gain/loss?     + 7

Maternity clothes?    What a pain! Finding reasonable options in materials and fits that flatter versus frump are a needle in a haystack. You want to show the bump so you don’t just look like you’re wearing a tent, but also smooth out the back area, keep your assets looking good, and reign in your giant boobs. Friends, this is a daily struggle.

Sleep?  No complaints! It takes about six pillows to maintain a restful night’s sleep, but it’s working.

Memorable moments this week?  I brought home a head cold from Hawaii. No meds = stuffy nose and crankiness for days.

Symptoms? Same as previous weeks, plus a few more that even I am not bold enough to post online. As always, happy to you all the things if you really want to know.  😉

Food cravings?   Nothing in particular. I might have previously mentioned that I’ve always had cravings in non-pregnant life, so now my choices are just acceptable.

Food aversions?     Fish.

What I miss?    Running. I know that I could run, but thinking of the sports bras it would take makes me already feel like I can’t breathe. So I guess maybe I don’t miss it THAT much.

What I’m looking forward to? Decorating its room like a boss.





This sixteenth week has brought interesting developments: bad dreams, restless sleep, better skin?, growing body.

  • I had a bad dream the other night. I dreamt that I had a baby but apparently was out during the delivery. When I came to, my husband told me we had a boy and that he named him Eurick. I was so upset that he had named the baby while I was passed out on meds and that he  named him THAT. Then, when I finally got to see the infamous Eurick, he was the ugliest baby I had ever laid eyes on. I was so stressed and frustrated… and woke up (probably because I had to pee). Pregnancy Milestone? I’d say so.
  • Aside from my all-of-a-sudden smaller than a peanut bladder ruining my sleep, I am just generally restless tossing and turning most of the night. If I’ve mentioned once, I’ll mention it a thousand times… I DO NOT LIKE MY SLEEP TO BE INTERRUPTED. (Please pray for me when my uterus baby becomes a third person baby.)
  • I may be jinxing this, but I think my teenage-like breakouts have paused. My hair, however, is still snapping off, which looks so good when you add winter’s dry air static.

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  • I am now in the “awkward” body stage. In the morning, the difference is only noticeable to me, and the difference is I’m not wearing any form fitting tops. Screen Shot 2015-01-13 at 9.59.22 PMBy evening, I am on a hot search for anything with an elastic band. No real bump yet, more like “did she gain some weight?” My husband doesn’t agree, saying it will be obvious that I’m pregnant because people don’t just gain weight in their stomach.. but the newness of it still feels a little like this by the end of the day <— .

Fun Facts:

How far along?     Sixteen weeks

How big is the baby?     4.5 inches, rivaling an avocado. mmm, guacamole.

Weight gain/loss?     Still hovering around +2

Maternity clothes?     Not yet. But! My lovely mother-in-law gifted me with some funds for maternity wear for my birthday. I imagine I’ll be ordering something here soon!

Sleep?  I don’t want to talk about this again.

Memorable moments this week?  Last week the uterus baby had a heart rate of 152. This week I will be doing an AFP test, genetic testing for neural tube defects just to make sure everything is OK after my sister’s heartbreaking experience last year.

Symptoms?  I talked about hair, skin, sleep, and this growing midsection. Also, are my hips getting wider? I swear it looks like they are. I will not go into the horror that is boobs in the shower.

Food cravings?   Cheese. Also, pizza with tomatoes and banana peppers. You guys, my mouth just watered.

Food aversions?     Meat.

What I miss?     Drinking. Mary and I talk about it all the time. Next up? Springtime patio drinking. All the sads.

What I’m looking forward to?  Feeling the baby move. As much as it kinda creeps me out (there’s a living thing moving in my body, read: every alien movie ever), I’m ready for some added weirdness.

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fourteen and a half

I am 14 weeks and 4 days.

I used to think the week by week count down (up) was unnecessary and a little ridiculous sounding… until I realized no two weeks are the same! It seems like feeling tired, sleeping well, sleeping terribly, being hungry, or hating food seem to change with the passing of each week. I now appreciate the specific progress reports and tales of what lies ahead.


Being pregnant over the holidays is interesting. Being pregnant and not really showing over the holidays is an experience. Workout a little less, eat a little more… a few pounds of holiday cheer creep on. Add that to your already slightly protruding, ever growing stomach and it can be a little unnerving not knowing what’s what. The game is called Is It Dessert Or Baby, either way I should probably reintroduce myself to the gym.

Fun Facts:

How far along?     14.5 weeks

How big is the baby?     3.5-4 inches, about the size of a lemon or small apple

Weight gain/loss?     +2? The scale hasn’t been my thing this week.

Maternity clothes?     No

Sleep?  Started waking up between 2A and 4A, and am up for a while before falling back asleep. Also, last week started the once a night bathroom break. You guys, I LOVE my sleep so I am not a fan.

Memorable moments this week?  Back from a great holiday in New York. Sadly, my grandmother passed but knowing she is in a much better state of being and place brings a lot of peace. It was very nice to see family members I haven’t seen in a long time at the funeral.

Symptoms?  My hair is super dry and breaking off. My skin is a mess. I look so good.

Food cravings?   Cheese.

Food aversions?     Meat.

What I miss?     Drinking. Not drinking over Halloween, Thanksgiving, Christmas, and New Years is very different (read: major bummer).

What I’m looking forward to?  Cake. My birthday is next week. 😉

All here.

12 week ultrasound: we have a skull and brain! And four fingers. Let’s hope that thumb is hiding! ;o)



Optimistic Voices

When thinking of a title for my “Twelve Week” post, my brain dug up the lyrics and tune of the Optimistic Voices in Wizard of Oz. I haven’t come up with anything better in the last five minutes, so I am committed.

“You’re out of the woods/ You’re out of the dark/ You’re out of the night

Step into the sun/ Step into the light”

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One week until I am out of the first trimester and into the promised land… so to speak. Sure, I am being a little dramatic. I had it way better than Kate Middleton and didn’t yak my guts out, but the last few months have felt like an exhausted, nauseated, emotional fog. (May the good Lord bless my dear husband). All my good juju cage free eggs are in the 13/14 week basket and I intend to maintain that optimism… at least for this week.

In the last two weeks I have switched doctors, heard little pepperjack’s heartbeat (i swear this baby is made out of pepperjack cheese by now), performed in a Holiday show, and experienced some super sexy bloat.

Fun Facts:

How far along?     Twelve weeks

How big is the baby?     2.1 inches- the size of a plum

Weight gain/loss?     back down. 0 gained.

Maternity clothes?     Nope.

Sleep?  About 8 per night, occasional nap on the weekend.

Memorable moments this week?  Finishing out the Holiday Show. Loved it.

Symptoms?  Bloat, breakouts- the finer things in life.

Food cravings?   All the pepperjack cheese that money can buy.

Food aversions?     Meat.

What I miss?     Nothing this week!

What I’m looking forward to?  We’re taking a train to New York. It’s pretty much like the Polar Express.

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Double Digits

I can’t believe it has been over six weeks since we found out we could make a baby.

Since then we had our first ultrasound and were blessed with a heartbeat. With the risk of sounding too cliché, I must say, it is truly a miracle. There is a heartbeat in my uterus. That is a thing of Sci-Fi movies and God’s perfect creation. We are thankful.


The last six weeks have been a blur. Not because I have been enveloped in romantic daydreams of the future bundle of joy, but probably because my hormones have been whack and my mood has been as volatile as a sleep deprived toddler.

We have begun to make the rounds of announcements to close friends and family and have just a few more to go. It’s weird though, it still doesn’t feel real to me. Everyone asks such nice questions about the baby and how I envision doing this or that with him or her and I’m all like- I only JUST figured out where my uterus was and what it’s doing, I’ll get to the “baby” part in about 28 weeks.

I am very happy we are pregnant, this was the perfect timing, and am so looking forward to life with a little nugget boss. I just don’t feel much of a connection with the inch long zygote/embryo/fetus creation quite yet. I think that is okay. I think it is okay for me to feel this way.

Fun Facts:

How far along?     Ten weeks

How big is the baby?     1.5 inches- the size of a prune

Weight gain/loss?     About +1.5 lbs.  The first trimester + holidays = trouble.

Maternity clothes?     Nope. I did buy a couple new workout tops, the ones I own are a little too form fitting for the tiny post Halloween/Thanksgiving/ growing child pooch.

Sleep?  About 8-9 hours during the week. A shameful amount more on the weekends.

Memorable moments this week?  Sharing our announcement with some of our family members and close friends. Everyone has been so nice and so encouraging, Mike and I are really lucky to have the people in our life that we do.

Symptoms?  Working out is still a major chore, I am getting winded so easily. Also the moods… my husband is a pure gem.

Food cravings?     Nope.

Food aversions?     Meat.

What I miss?     I would just LOVE a Great Lakes Christmas Ale.

What I’m looking forward to?  This month. I love December. The holiday show opens this weekend, I’ll be out of the first trimester before Christmas, and we will be in New York in three weeks. Perfect.

Seven Weeks

Diving in head first, we bought a stroller last week. Actually, it’s much less crazy than it sounds. I have been eyeing this particular stroller and its sleek design–read: not a chunky, baby crap holder on wheels— since I first saw it on Pinterest (i love you, Pinterest). We found the exact model and color on a close out floor model sale, so we snatched it up and now the cat has a new napping spot.

In other news, I am sleeping one million hours and am having a lot of crazy dreams. Mostly about feral cats in our basement, but there was one in which I dropped a baby and it was just as bad as the cats.

Finally, I am finding the Pregnancy Weeks Tracker websites quite entertaining. Listen to this fun description, “Hands and feet are emerging from developing arms and legs — although they look more like paddles at this point than the tiny, pudgy extremities you’re daydreaming about holding and tickling.”

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I am certainly not daydreaming about tickling anyone’s evolved paddles. I am actually quite content to not be taking care of a baby right now. I imagine I’ll get hip to ticking paddles in 231 days.

Fun Facts:

How far along?     Seven weeks

How big is the baby?     A blueberry

Weight gain/loss?     Still the +1lb. Between the billion hours of sleeping and working, I only went to the gym once last week.

Maternity clothes?     No.

Sleep?     One trillion hours of glorious sleep.

Memorable moments this week?    Snagging the stroller for super cheap.

Symptoms?     The need for hibernation. And the blues. Although, I’m sure the changing seasons and limited workouts aren’t helping the cause.

Food cravings?     Nope.

Food aversions?     Nope.

What I miss?     Turkey sandwiches. Seriously, I really want a flipping cold turkey sandwich.

What I’m looking forward to?     Our ultrasound next week!

growing things

Welp, two and a half weeks ago I peed on a stick and sure enough the hCG spiked the double line. Upon discovering the news, Mike cried and has since ended his recreational racquet ball losing streak, which he swears is related. True to our marital dynamic, I did not cry, but immediately began to research miscarriage odds, which I continue to do to this day. Despite knowing better, I can’t help my Google habits after seeing my sister go through two heartbreaking losses. I’m constantly working on surrendering my anxiety, and have reasoned that I’ll consider nursery paint colors once we see a heartbeat.

Due to the intentional effort of zygote making, I was extra aware of the signs. Endurance in my workouts was nonexistent, my notorious terrible sense of smell was given super powers, and my lady humps were looking porn star worthy.

Fun Facts:

How far along?     I am about 6 weeks 1 day.

How big is the baby?     The embryo is the size of a pea.

Weight gain/loss?     + 1 lb which is clearly from Halloween candy and not a pea sized growth in my uterus.

Maternity clothes?     No.

Sleep?     Sleeping great. I could use about 10 more hours on top of the 8 I currently get, though.

Memorable moments this week?     I slept through trick or treating, fake drank at a bachelorette party, wedding, and Halloween party.

Symptoms?     Very hungry and/or nothing sounds good. Teetering from raging bitch to politely sleeping.

Food cravings?     Nope.

Food aversions?     Nope.

What I miss?     Turkey sandwiches and Christmas ale.

What I’m looking forward to?     An ultrasound in two weeks.



I am self-conscious about my nose. It is big and wide. I like to avoid photos of profile at all costs.

I am self-conscious about my hair. It is too flat, too thin, too dry, to blah.

I am self-conscious about how I am perceived by others. I am not suave, I am too impulsive, and I am THE WORST in small talk.

Obviously, I let a lot of things make me feel bad about myself. And some days I find that I am I actively playing into this by the things I read and look at while perusing depths of the interwebs.

I often let Pinterest make me feel boring. I am not making awesomely creative DIY games for my niece and nephew, I am not remodeling my spare bathroom, and I am certainly not wearing the perfect voluminous top knot compliment my new sequin and chambray top and suede booties.

Sometimes I feel inadequate by what I see on Facebook. I didn’t go to hot yoga before work, I don’t have one hundred best girl friends, and am not training for a marathon/having a baby/ serving in third world countries. But I like to look at all the people who are.

Oh, Instagram. Life seems a bit more perfect on Instagram. I can’t help but wish for a heavy duty filter for all of my photos.

With that being said, I am going to be 28 in LESS THAN A month, which means 2 years ’til 30. Which means, I gotta get it together! I owe it to 14 year old Whitney to finally embrace my nose, my body, and my less than cool social interactions.

So! Rather than pinning Ikea Hacks I will never build or taking 10 selfies that no filters can save, I am committing to spend my digital journeys in better ways.

:: Here’s where this rant makes sense to the blog…::


1. 1000 Awesome Things is a blog daily countdown of, well, 1000 awesome things.

A few examples of awesome things:

  • #693 Waking up really thirsty in the morning and finding a glass of water that you can reach from your bed
  • #715 Looking at how much dirt came off something you just cleaned
  • #729 Passing under a bridge on the highway when it’s pouring rain

2.  Donald Miller’s Storyline Blog is an extension of his books. I like the way he thinks and processes. Bonus: the contributing authors are just as good and the posts are short. I always love a good thought provoking nugget of wisdom.

A couple golden takeaways I have read:

  • Imagine how much unnecessary negativity floats around in our brains because we’ve made up a story in our mind, convinced the narrative is true?”
  • “In an age in which we can project an image and score that image based on immediate Facebook and Twitter feedback, thus making a video game of life and a false-reality composed of lies, what gets lost is a joyful obsession with the work we create from the purest of motives, a sheer joy in the act of creation itself that causes us to lose ourselves in something else, and in a way die to ourselves over the absolute love of a thing we are breathing into life.”

3. TUT (Totally Unique Thoughts) can feel a little like a rainbow encrusted unicorn, but it really drives the message that your “thoughts become things, and that imagination is the gift that can bring love, health, abundance, and happiness into our lives.” I signed up for TUT’s daily notes and (when I read them) they always make me stand a little taller. Bonus: the notes are tailored with your name so you feel mega special.

Example notes:

  • You simply cannot know, Whitney, what will make others happy. But you can always know for yourself.
  • There’s nothing worth regret, Whitney. Absolutely nothing, ever. Same for fear, worry, or anger. Let ’em go, rise above, get down, move on… 


4.  This American Life, Porchlight Storytelling, and The Moth seem to be brilliant vehicles to get out of your own head and find balance while listening to others’ stories. While I am not including specific examples, these narratives tend to teach me things about myself. I have always felt more gratitude and more appreciation after listening. 

5.  I don’t quite know if Letters of Note really applies to this list, but it’s worthy of brain space. This website is basically an archive of fascinating correspondence, even if all you read is the following…


In a letter between Mel Stuart, the director of Willy Wonka, and Gene Wilder, the actor who played Willy Wonka, Wilder accepted the role with one request, “When I make my first entrance, I’d like to come out of the door carrying a cane and then walk toward the crowd with a limp. After the crowd sees Willy Wonka is a cripple, they all whisper to themselves and then become deathly quiet. As I walk toward them, my cane sinks into one of the cobblestones I’m walking on and stands straight up, by itself; but I keep on walking, until I realize that I no longer have my cane. I start to fall forward, and just before I hit the ground, I do a beautiful forward somersault and bounce back up, to great applause.” … When asked why, Wilder said, “Because from that time on, no one will know if I’m lying or telling the truth.”

Happy worldwideweb trails to you.