Posted in Musings on Mommyhood

First blog post

Ok, so. I have a mommy blog now. Didn’t really see that one coming. I am 27 weeks into my first pregnancy so that makes me third trimester-ish, depending on who you ask.

Here’s the quick run-down of the last 7 months:

  • Late July: we decide we aren’t trying to get pregnant, but we are going to stop trying not to get pregnant
  • Mid-August: we get pregnant.
  • September: I quit my job (Planned in advance, but I did end up taking several sick days for fatigue and nausea and confiding in my boss that I was 6 weeks pregnant so he wouldn’t think I was just trying to use up all my personal days before I left the company).
  • October: I start graduate school full-time at a good university whose program runs only 1 year (which was intentional because we are moving in the summer) so basically an insane schedule.
  • November: Second Trimester! And welcome relief from nausea.
  • December: It’s a boy!!! I come from a family with all girls….and all aunts…and all great aunts. We don’t know what to do with a boy. So, obviously, we have no names picked out.
  • January: I fly to my hometown to be in my friend’s wedding, bump starts to show, mom throws a baby shower.
  • February: So here we are in February. I’ll be 7 months in a few days, by which point everyone agrees I will be in the third trimester.

While the second trimester was fun, heading into the third is not looking so hot. First, SLEEPING – I want to sleep all the time (and frequently doze sitting up at my desk) but when I go to bed I can’t get comfortable and only sleep in fits. Not to mention getting up to pee is a pain (literally. a pain in the belly). Also, some of the not-so-fun pregnancy things are —- pause. Guys, he’s kicking. I think he resents being complained about 😉 —– anyway, things like acid reflux, constipation, bloating, and nausea are resurfacing.

When we first found out we were pregnant, I told my husband I was scared of losing my identity to the pregnancy. I didn’t want to be one of ‘those moms’ who can’t talk about anything but their kids and are only friends with women who have kids of convenient ages for playdates….you know the type. Not that there is anything wrong with being proud of your kids (I’m already so enamored with our little guy!), but I wanted “Mommy” to be a hat I wore…along with “professional”, and “wife”, and “best friend”, and “20-something girl”, and “traveler”. I didn’t want to lose me to this new role.

My sweet husband promised I wouldn’t.

Yet, 6 months later this baby (sorry kid, you still don’t have a name) is pretty much all I think about. I could talk about him all day and I spend a good bit of study time researching names or shopping for cute baby and/or maternity clothes.

All that to say, I need a place to unload all these thoughts about ‘joining the mommy club’. I type way faster than I handwrite, so digital seemed the way to go, and blogs can be customized – I love things like planners with stickers and multicolored pens, highlighters, Bible journaling, categorized notebooks….. ok, yes, I worked in Administration. Does it show?

Ok, back to homework. Time to put on my “graduate student” hat.



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