I confess… I forgot to add the link-up link last week to my post. I meant to go fix it, but I forgot again. Pregnancy = I hope I remembered deodorant. I think I remembered to put on a bra. Where are my keys?…oh here they are in the fridge.
I confess… I threw up in my lunchbox in my car last week. After Flywheel, I had really bad heartburn and kept burping – I was sitting in traffic thinking I might die from the burning belches. Suddenly, I started gagging every time I burped and I knew I was going to yak. I looked around my car for SOMETHING to put the puke in and well, the only thing I could find was my poor lunchbox.
I confess… I considered washing the barf box because it is a really nice Thiry One monogrammed bag that I’ve had for years of teaching… but then, I realized I could never look at it the same way.
I confess… I’m so excited and I just can’t hide it. There are only 22 days left between me and the summer… and SAHMomhood.
I confess… I am obsessed with taking baths. Even though some people say the bathtub is not a safe place for a pregnant Momma, it’s totally fine if you know the rules.
I confess… I tried. It’s just not happening though…I’m totally not, and will never be, able to take a candid maternity fashion photo. I look ridiculous! I recreated an outfit I’ve seen all over Pinterest and had my friend take a couple of pictures for me – the end result was not what I imagined.
Aw what did you drop in the grass Caitlin? Why do you look so confused?
I confess… my boobs are getting so big in this pregnancy that I am starting to realize I should stop complaining and just embrace this “gift.” Girls pay for babies these size – just not for how they look unclothed. Now that is a scary sight.
I confess… we aren’t telling anyone but our immediate family our baby name choice. After lots of thought – and some comments from the peanut gallery about our options – it is with best interest we wait until our little one is born to tell the world her given name. Then no one can be rude. =0)
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LOL I am with you on keeping your name secret! After my mother said she didn’t like our baby name (Charlotte Rose) and we should call our daughter Daisy instead we started telling everyone (jokingly) that we were naming our little one Ke$ha. We referred to her as Ke$ha for a good 4 months before she was born and the only problem was that after I had her I was so exhausted I accidentally called her Ke$ha a few times in the recovery room in front of the nurses.
chelsea jacobs says
Girl, baths were the only thing that made me feel even remotely better while I was pregnant. Enjoy!
heartburn is the worst! I hate when it just comes out of no where!
I can’t wait to learn her name!!! And I love your “what did you drop in grass” caption!! you are so cute.