I will start this post out with a disclaimer. I am not pregnant and do not plan to have any more babies. No, I am not going to try for a girl. Sorry to anyone that got excited when they read the title.
I have had discussions with many of my friends lately about how annoyed they got that their husband complained the entire time they were pregnant. Or that their husband complained once when they were pregnant. Either way, it was not cool.
It inspired me to share their stories with the world so that hopefully the wonderful men in our lives will get the point and keep their sweet little mouths shut while we prepare to bring a human being into this world.
After ten long months of being pregnant with my first child Henry, I literally could not wait to meet him.
Actually, I don’t know if it was that I couldn’t wait to meet him or that I couldn’t wait for him to evacuate the premises.
I am not a good pregnant person. I gain a ton of weight, swell up kind of like the Hulk and complain ALL.DAY.LONG about the fact that I am angry, hot, sweaty and have somehow busted out four pairs of flip flops in one week.
This is a “sort of” apology to my husband for having to endure my pregnancy madness twice.… CONTINUE READING
I write about things that people don’t like to talk about. And I am doing that again today. Sometimes you have to step outside your comfort zone.
I had my second baby boy six weeks ago. He weighed eight pounds and two ounces and was delivered via c-section.
Six weeks later, my body is still a mess. My c-section scar is very prominent. I weigh about thirty pounds more than i’m used to. I have more stretch marks than I ever thought could possibly fit on my stomach.
When I look in the mirror, I see a completely different person. I have bags under my eyes.… CONTINUE READING
Once again, I am an open book when it comes to the postpartum depression I experienced with my now three year old son Henry. I have written multiple blog posts about it and shared how I managed to finally overcome the depression after almost having a nervous breakdown. I am currently bottle feeding my newborn son, Simon, and taking depression and anxiety medication as a precautionary measure.
These posts have really seemed to resonate with my readers. It’s not very often that a woman actually puts her mental health issues out there for the world to read. Saying you experienced something that personal normally comes with a stigma.… CONTINUE READING
Three and a half weeks. Just three and a half more weeks until this baby enters the world. Three and a half really long, super uncomfortable, very swollen weeks. Three and a half more weeks of people asking me when the baby is due and then looking shocked when I tell them I still have almost a month to go.
There is a laundry list of things I have three and half weeks left of. I am going to summarize some of the most asked questions below. Not that they really bother me, but because it is becoming difficult to talk with this large child crushing all my organs.… CONTINUE READING
Mother’s Day is this Sunday. I love that there is a day dedicated to the women that pushed a tiny human out of their bodies or had it surgically removed from their uterus. Then didn’t sleep for months and sometimes years to take care of that little human and try to make sure he or she turned into a respectable human. Then endured years of tantrums over broken bananas and not being able to wear a pirate hat to church.
Can we get two Mother’s Days a year? Or four? How about once a month?
It’s here! The third trimester of my second pregnancy has arrived. I am so grateful my baby boy is healthy and growing like a weed. In a short twelvish weeks, I will get to meet him for the first time and kiss his fat little adorable face.
In the meantime, I am enjoying feeling him kick and move around in my ever-growing belly. And with a growing belly comes a growing me, an everything growing me.
It’s so weird, but it’s like someone flipped a switch on the first day of the third trimester. I feel more pregnant, more tired, more moody, more hungry and more ready than ever to meet my tiny little human.… CONTINUE READING
Over the past few weeks, I have noticed an increasing number of articles about postpartum depression. I think this is amazing. Postpartum depression is something so many women have struggled with but never talk about. And hearing the personal stories of other people’s struggles makes you realize that this is far more widespread than most realize.
I have been very open about my personal struggle with postpartum depression. But it took a really long time for me to get up the courage to put it out there. I wrote my first blog post, let it sit in my drafts for a few weeks, reread and rewrote it, nitpicked over it, and almost didn’t post it.… CONTINUE READING
It’s official! The Johnson family is welcoming another sweet baby boy to the mix! I will soon be outnumbered 4:1. This number obviously includes our dog, Newman Rockwell Johnson.
I am faithfully carrying on the Johnson family tradition of having boys. Four-year-old Ava has been the only girl out of eleven boys in the last nine decades on my husbands side of the family.
Henry, our two-year-old, acted like he was excited to have a baby brother when Logan and I sat down to tell him. We talked to him for the 800th time about there being a baby in mommy’s belly and he asked if there was a baby in his pajamas.… CONTINUE READING
I had my first day of this pregnancy where I completely and totally lost it this week. Pretty much everything that happened made me mad or made me want to cry. When I realized how ridiculous I was being, I decided I needed to blog about it. That’s logical, right? Ha!
Really it was because I know all you other pregnant women have felt the same way. And sometimes it’s nice to share the irrational crazy that happens while forming a child in your womb. And by irrational crazy, I mean, I know I am acting like a complete and total lunatic but I could care less.… CONTINUE READING