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Monthly Archives: April 2014

Clothing Optional

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(Necklace: Cookie Lee  Shirt: Old Navy Maternity  Skirt & Shoes: thrifted)

So, I’m getting to a point where the belly is sticking out so much that hardly any of my shirts cover it. At work I’m constantly tugging down at my shirts to make sure I’m “decent” and not walking around with a giganto midriff. And the last two days have been BLAZING hot in Southern California. I am not a fan of hot weather ever, but it’s even more unpleasant when I’m carrying around my own baby heater. (Seriously April?! You are a spring month! I would expect this from September, but not you!!) I thought I would be avoiding the heat by being due in May. Blerg. Seriously wish that clothing was optional. If only I could stay home all the time, although I’m sure my family would object and make me get dressed. Dagnabit.


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(Necklace: instagram shop  Shirt: thrifted  Jeans: Old Navy Maternity  Shoes: Nordstrom-Seychelles)

I know that normally I have some clever “verbal vomit” to put out with each post, but things have been so nuts lately, so I figured I’d just catch you up on my life happenings:

-I entered a black and white portrait of my husband into the fair photography contest. I’m really hoping I get in, but most of all I can’t WAIT for the fair to start!

-We celebrated two birthdays this weekend (my niece and my dad), so my belly is contently full of celebratory sugary desserts.

-We are making a hallway to nowhere in our house (long story…I’ll explain later), so we spent a good part of the weekend texturing, priming and painting. I’m beat.

-I am pretty sure I am giving birth to a baby ninja or an octopus. Either way, he NEVER stops moving. And I can’t wait to meet him. 🙂

Is Waddling A Sport?

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(Necklace: instagram shop  Shirt: Motherhood Maternity  Pants: Mossimo  Shoes: clothing exchange)

I tell ya, if waddling was an Olympic sport, I would be a gold medalist. I try so hard to walk normally, but it just isn’t possible. No matter how I move, I have this awkward swaying motion. And also, I wanted so badly to pull a joke on someone when they asked me when I was due, by looking shocked/offended/mortified and then telling them I am most certainly not pregnant, but I just couldn’t bring myself to do it. I guess by now, with the waddle and giganto belly, it’s pretty obvious that I’m “with child”.  Maybe next time…