A sincere apology

I know I’ve been sorely lacking on posting this week (even after boasting on Twitter I had big things lined up). With moving and all, it’s been pretty crazy around here. I do, however, have pretty amazing news I cannot wait to share here!

With that said, I promise not to not post for another week. Scouts honor.

A pregnant woman’s worst nightmare

I had to do the unthinkable today. I had to go to the mall.

Before pregnancy, I loved going to the mall. It was one of my favorite places, if not my favorite place. I loved to shop, to try on clothes, and shoes. Not just for me, but for other people too. I love shopping for birthday and Christmas presents. If John would let me, I would take him shopping for a whole new wardrobe (he’ll never relinquish that to me).

Now, shopping exhausts me. And the thought of driving past the mall makes me cringe. When I first started showing, I dreaded going to look for maternity clothes. Trying to fit the body you have had for 25 years is a challenge enough, trying to fit an ever changing one has been my worst nightmare.

Next week a good friend of ours is getting married. We have another wedding to go to in June, and I really needed to find a dress that would work for both occasions that wouldn’t break the bank. When I went maternity clothes shopping with my mom a few weeks ago, we found out JC Penney sells maternity clothes at an extremely reasonable price. Against my better judgment, I went to the mall first.


For whatever reason, the whole city of Baton Rouge was swarming the mall today. It was crazy packed. I really dislike crowds, and these particular people seemed out for blood today. But, I’ll do a lot of things for a good deal, so I soldiered on. Only to find that this particular JC Penney had the world’s smallest maternity section. Literally, I think it had a few pairs of jeans, a few tops, and that’s about it. No dresses. What a waste of time and energy.

Luckily, I have a Destination Maternity in Baton Rouge. I’m sure not everyone has had the same experience, but it has made maternity clothes shopping much easier for me. Today, it took me all of 15 minutes to find a perfect dress that has enough elasticity and room to work for both weddings (AND IT HAS POCKETS, a perk I picked in my bridesmaids dresses and have been DYING to have on a dress of my own ever since). Plus, I really love the service the employees provide you there. They always ask if I want juice or water, and as soon as you pick one thing up they’re starting a room for you.

Lesson learned: From now on, if I need anything pregnancy related, I’m going there first. Screw the mall. I guess this is just another way pregnancy makes me hate things I used to adore, along with Greek food and boneless wings.

17 weeks (and life update)

I’m 17 weeks pregnant today. Woo! According to my thebump.com, Baby is now the size of an onion, but one would hope sweeter. His/her cartilage is turning to bone, and he/she, like Mama, is putting on some fat. I haven’t stepped on the scale recently, but just looking down at my belly confirms it: I’m finally gaining all the weight I didn’t gain in the first trimester. Not that I’m complaining, this is the only time in my life I’ll get to gain 20 pounds without feeling guilty.

In less exciting news, John is out of town this weekend, on a fishing trip with his dad and brother-in-law, which means I have a full weekend to pack uninterrupted as we are moving in something like 9 days. Ever since we got pregnant, I’ve been very antsy to move into a bigger place. I finally found an awesome condo in a great part of town, and the only downside (if you could call it that) was the May 1st move in date. So now I’m stuck packing up our entire existence, but I get to play the pregnancy card with moving, so I guess that’s fair.

I’m cutting this a little short tonight, partly because I’m afraid if I go on any longer I’ll start telling everyone about all the awful things my body is doing to me right now (I’ll save that for another day), but mostly because I really want to tuck into the Reese’s peanut butter cups I just bought and watch bad movies on Netflix.

At least I’m honest.

“My excuse is that I’m pregnant, what’s yours?”

Pretty much the moment I found out I was pregnant, I signed up for all the websites and accompanying newsletters about pregnancy that I could. As such, I get many emails a day from said sites, some I read, some I don’t, but today, one article on Babycenter caught my eye: How to handle rude comments during pregnancy.

My personal favorite: “Did you use fertility treatments?” “If I didn’t are you going to ask what position I used?”

Yesterday I posted about the top ten questions asked to pregnant women, and an awesome commenter said “Something about pregnancy makes people much more intrusive.” And the proof is in the pudding, as if we needed more. Seriously, no one makes such blatant comments about other health conditions, like someone with an insulin pump for diabetes, or if they do it’s not as socially acceptable. What is it about pregnancy that makes people think they can get away with the rudeness?

And just for the record, let it be known here that the first person to say, “You’re enormous!” is getting hit with “My excuse is that I’m pregnant, what’s yours?”

10 questions asked to pregnant women

Since announcing my pregnancy and starting to show, I’ve realized you get asked a lot of questions as a pregnant woman. And by a lot, I mean you end up having the same conversation over and over again. And then I saw this on Pinterest yesterday:

 Which really just solidified that this is a widespread epidemic, not a solitary issue. Which in turn prompted this:


 10. “When are you due?”

The moment someone notices you’re pregnant, this is first thing they ask. This is usually followed by, “You’re already so big!” for me, which I just love to hear .

9. “Do you know what you’re having?”/“Are you finding out?”

Everyone wants to know what you’re having, and if you don’t know yet, it is a dire need to know if you’re finding out. And then to lecture you on why you should not find out or find out, depending on what you say.

8. “Would you prefer a boy or girl?” 

My least favorite question; how do you answer it? I think, deep down, every woman, even if you really do want both, has a slight preference for either boy or girl. But do you admit that? What if the next time you see this person you know you’re having what you didn’t prefer? That would be a fun conversation. I usually end up saying something along the lines of “We just want a healthy baby,” which always seems to disappoint people by not showing a preference.

7. “Are you ready?

This question is just stupid. Do you know anyone that has been totally completely ready for parenthood? I’m willing to bet not. But I have to answer, “Getting there!” because if I don’t I look like a dumbass.

 6. “Are you excited?”

Honestly, even if someone isn’t excited, no one is going to admit it.

5. “Can I touch your tummy?”

The answer is always NO.

4. “Can you have that?”

I get this question whenever I’m eating or drinking something someone once read somewhere on the internet was unsafe for pregnancy. And I always have to answer and explain that yes, I can drink a small cup of coffee a day, now leave me alone while I enjoy my precious allotment of caffeine.

3. “What did your doctor say?”

Usually gets asked whenever you have a routine appointment, and the answer is always, “Everything looks great” because believe me you don’t want the answer to be anything else. What most people don’t realize is most OB appointments last about five minutes total, unless you’re having and ultrasound or tests. You go in, get weighed, they ask the same questions, listen for the heartbeat, and as long as nothing weird is going on, you’re done. It takes more time to drive to the office and wait than the appointment does.

 2. “What kind of cravings are you having?”

Pregnancy = weird cravings. And everyone wants to know what weird things you’re enjoying.

1. “How are you feeling?” 

If I had a dime for every time I was asked this, I would be able to send my kid to college. I always say “Good,” because no one really cares about my horrendous heartburn and how many times I got up to pee last night.

Did I leave anything out, ladies?

The best intentions

I always start a blog with the intent to write daily, and as always, I am off to a terrible start. Yesterday I drafted a whole entry about my pregnancy thus far (since I started this, uh, a little later than anticipated, are you sensing a theme here), but due to an unforeseen late night at work, I got home completely and totally exhausted.

Speaking of which, if there was one thing no one warned me about prior to getting pregnant, it’s how tired you’ll be. I’ve always been a pretty un-energetic person, but this pregnancy has taken it to a new level of laziness. The first trimester was awful. It should be illegal to be as exhausted as I was. The second trimester has been better, I do have some “get up and go” (well, what little I had, anyway) back, but I still tire much easier than pre-pregnancy. My job has me up and about, moving around and talking a lot, and I’ve found it doesn’t take a whole lot to make me short of breath. At the end of the day, I’m usually falling asleep walking up the stairs.

So, with all that said, I was supposed to write yesterday, and I didn’t, and now I’m didn’t even write about what I was going to write about. But whatever, growing a baby is hard work, and I want fried pickles. Because not only am I tired, I’m also perpetually hungry, which beats being perpetually nauseous any day of the week.

The obligatory introduction post

Around 15 weeks ago, January 25th, to be exact, I stood anxiously waiting for a timer to go off.

Typically, when a timer goes off in my house it means cookies are ready, but this time it was something slightly more exciting and terrifying: I was waiting for the results of a pregnancy test.

It was, by no means, the first pregnancy test I have ever taken (sorry, Mom), but it was the first one I wanted to be positive, making the moment that timer went off one of the most defining moments of my life.

One of the beauties of technology is the digital pregnancy test. Instead of two pink lines, a plus sign, or any other symbol that could possibly be misconstrued, with the digital pregnancy test, you get either a PREGNANT or a NOT PREGNANT. There really is no denying it at that point. When a big fat PREGNANT stares up at you from your bathroom counter, well, welcome to pregnancy, Mama.

And in this case, more specifically, welcome to my pregnancy. My name is Katy. I work for a very large company in sales, marketing and customer service, and I’m married to a pilot, John.  I am 15 weeks 4 days pregnant.

This pregnancy was planned. And by planned I mean one day we said “Hey, let’s have a baby!” and a few weeks later it was, “Wow, we’re having a baby!” (We really did plan much more than that, I promise) Yes, we’re excited. Yes, we’re scared shitless. And for the next 25ish weeks, everyone gets to know all about it. I’ll be detailing the highs, lows, happy moments, and gross out moments of my pregnancy.

Welcome to my (and baby’s!) weird and wonderful world 🙂