I had the most amazing day to celebrate the arrival of my little man. The support and love from all of my friends and family was overwhelming. I definitely have one spoiled little man. He got so many wonderful gifts; from diapers, to books and CLOTHES…oh my goodness, the clothes! They are so adorable, and tiny, and he’s got so many options! 

So I’m shouting out an unofficial THANK YOU to everyone that came. Who know that 50+ plus people would come to show their love and support to me and my little man!? I am blessed. He is blessed. 

His little room is slowly coming together, and it’s all thanks to you. 

I will never forget that day – so thank you.

5 more weeks to go!

I love you,

your mama xo

Sometimes I think I can literally feel my stomach stretching. And I’m starting to question how it’s possible for my body to handle 6 more weeks of this. Nothing feels the same – body, mind, emotions…all to do the most important thing in this life…to give life. Definitely worth the insanity. He’s not even here yet, but I already know he is the best thing that could happen to me.
The unknown is terrifying and yet exciting all at the same time. I choose to face the lion, straight on. The best adventure I’ll ever be apart of. Thank you for letting me be your mama. I’m truly honored.

6 more weeks to go!

I love you,
Your mama xo

It’s amazing that as more time goes on, I feel like time is going backwards. Time has gone by so quickly, but I still feel like I’m going to be pregnant forever. I know I have a real tiny little human being growing inside of me… But I think I’m in denial!
His movements are more pronounced, I can literally see my whole stomach shaking when he moves. It’s a crazy thing to experience. But, It wasn’t until his dad was trying to determine what body part was what, that I freaked out a little. Wait, you’re telling me this baby has a head and arms and legs!? When I think about it like that… It does not seem ok that this is happening. I don’t like to think, oh that’s his head in my ribs and etc. It’s too bizarre for my brain to process.
He must be so tiny in there. I feel I’m running out of room for him to grow! I just can’t wait to hold him. Hurry up little guy! (Well, kinda)

7 more weeks to go!
I love you,
Your mama xoxoxoxoxo

I can’t believe I’ve finally made it to the single digits. Time has gone by so fast. I can remember sitting in bed and feeling his little kicks for the first time. Now they are just apart of my every day. I love them so much, I wonder if I will miss them when he’s no longer in there…
Today, I am conquering the task of washing his little clothes and putting them away. Right now they are spread out over a chair next to me bed. I love waking up in the morning, turning over and looking at his little things. It makes me a little sad thinking about putting them away. But it must be done!
Presents for my little monkey are starting to arrive! I can’t believe the time has come! I feel so blessed and honored to be his mama. Can’t wait to hold him. I hope I’ll be able to put him down.

9 more weeks to go! (Ahhh!)
I love you,
Your mama xoxoxoxoxo

I love writing your name. I find myself writing it on any stray piece of paper I can find. I know you’ll be here soon, but it still doesn’t seem real. Your name makes you real. An identity. I can’t wait to say your name to your face. I hope you like it!

I love you!!!!
Your mama xoxoxoxoxo

My sister gave me the cutest shirt for my birthday – for my son. It was in that moment that I actually realized I’m having a boy. But I’m a girl… I don’t know anything about boys. I’ve never been one. I panicked. The little skater boy on the box of little boy socks – anxiety. What am I going to do with a boy!? I’m not very girlie; I don’t like to shop or decorate. I don’t wear jewelry, and I have a love/hate relationship with makeup. But I’m also not a tomboy. I still LIKE to feel pretty, wear cute clothes (I’d just prefer if someone else shopped for me), and I don’t like to be dirty. And of course, I’ve never been a boy.

I immediately began reading every article I could find about being a mom and raising a boy. I don’t want to mess up. I want to be perfect. I want to make sure he knows that I love him – every day. I want to do everything right. But I started to realize, I will mess up, I will never be perfect, and there is no rule-book to being a parent so I am most definitely sure not everything will be right. And to be honest, I think that’s okay? Some of my favorite memories with my dad is when he “messed up”.

I’m sure my dad was overwhelmed with the thought of raising two girls – since he is not one, and never has been one. But I wouldn’t trade his “dad moments” for anything. Dressing my sister and I in the “wrong” clothes, and eating the”wrong” foods when mom was out of town. Taking us to Disneyland on Valentines Day – which was the most crowded and pretty horrible at the time. Taking me to the doctors in high school, and not listening to the instructions of the medications I was supposed to take – therefore almost getting me expelled. I love laughing at these memories (and there are many more) – what a goof! But he’s my dad. While traditionally you don’t take a little girl to the hardware store every weekend. I love that time he took me to Home Base (now Home Depot), and it was like Costco – where you had to be a member. He let me be in the picture with him, that had to go on his special ID. I remember that day so clearly. And only a dad (maybe just mine!) would let me throw up in his hands while I was sick with the flu – when of course mom was out of town.

Somehow inadvertently, memories of my dad and I have made me less nervous. I know it will all end up all okay. I’ll learn as I go. And hopefully my son will one day look back at all the mistakes I made and just laugh.

14 weeks to go!!!!

I love you,

your mama xo

Raising Boys (A Dad’s Advice for Moms)

My little guys new thing is to sit right up in my ribs and kick. And while I can’t breathe, and it’s extremely uncomfortable, I still love it. Maybe it’s the fact that I know it won’t always be like this. One day he’ll be kicking me from the outside! So it could be worse I guess.
He moves and kicks so much sometimes I swear he’s going to kick and punch his way out of my stomach. Some moments he even scares me. The way my stomach just jerks so suddenly. I’m starting to get nervous he’s going to be running around like a wild balloon! I hope I can keep up!

I love you – kicks and all,

Your mama xo

I only have these two shirts, but i can’t stop looking at them. I keep them on display in my room. It’s one of the first things I look at when I wake up. I can’t wait to see little chubby arms and legs sticking out of them. Those little snaps that I will undo to change his diaper. Who gets excited about changing a diaper?! I’m sure the novelty will wear off quickly…

15 weeks seems so far away. I want to hold him now! I guess that gives me plenty of time to buy him more clothes. This is my first time, but I am guessing he needs more! 😉

15 weeks to go!

I love you,

your mama

xo