Whoa. I am already 20 weeks (actually 21 tomorrow…). I seriously can’t believe that this whole pregnancy thing is half way over. Someone stop time. Wait, no. I am to the point of my pregnancy that I feel (semi) normal. I mean if you call having weird food evasions and feeling like a zombie somedays…
With being halfway through this whole ride, it seems like the perfect time to start the nursery right?! We have picked out some colors, bedding and cute toy totes but I am stumped on cute wall decor. Do I get classy decor that grows with the babes or go with the empowering sayings like “Dream Big…blah blah blah” or fun ways to display the name?! Oh the decisions!
And don’t even get my started on the hundreds of options for rockers, car seats and strollers. I mean there is enough to make my head spin. How is one to decide? I mean. This whole baby registry thing is COMPLETELY different than a wedding registry. Its more than just ‘Oh I loveeee that!’ to ‘Well this is quite necessary. They definitely need something to sleep in…’
Anyone have any insight on how to navigate the endless options of baby musts? Hallllpp.
I get asked quite frequently what bizarre cravings I have had. And oddly enough, none really! Unless you count my undying, sudden love of all things carbs. Handful of cereal? Just give me a shovel. Fresh bakery bread? With a big schmear of butter please. Big ol chewy pretzels? Oh sure. And don’t even get me started on my need for doughnuts. Coming from a gal that was quite happy consuming all the veggies in the land nearly everyday, it’s as if my years of veggie loading are revolting against me and I am turning into a carb loading machine.
The struggle is real.
Too bad for my willpower or my diet would be 90% carbs, 7% chicken and 3% almond butter. Not to shabby if you ask me. At least the babe will have a solid start on loving english muffins, pretzels and doughnuts. OH. And how can I forget my obsession with Mexican food?! I didn’t think it was quite possible to crave chips, salsa and queso more than I did pre pregnancy, but now it’s every few days and I am secretly hoping my car drives to our local joint. Table for one please!Luckily the days of feeling
More power to you full time working mama’s and mama’s to be! I don’t think I would have made it. Rather just built a cot underneath my desk and hope they didn’t see me sleeping every day during my ‘2pm meeting’.
Someone please send help. And wine. Oh wait…2