I am here to tell the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth. Brace yourselves. This one gets messy.
Is it just me or am I the only woman that is not a cute, adorable tiny pregnant lady with a teeny baby bump? I am only fifteen weeks pregnant and I can no longer wear my old jeans. All of my t-shirts have turned into unattractive crop tops and my workout gear seems like it was patterned for a toddler. I breathe heavily when I walk up stairs and I groan when I sit down in a chair.
This photo is what I wish I looked like compared to how I feel.
I’m listening to Kelly Clarkson on Apple Radio as I type so I thought the title of this post seemed appropriate. Yes, I am 32 years old and still listen to Pop music. My husband recently told someone my idea of the oldies were the Backstreet Boys and Mariah Carey. He was 100% correct.
So here is the deal. I haven’t been posting as much lately. But for a very good reason. I am growing a human! Yep, i’m having a baby! Henry is going to be a big brother and Logan and I could not be more excited.
The only person not pumped about this baby is the dog.
I don’t know why I have such a hard time hitting publish on posts that aren’t humorous. It’s hard to be vulnerable and put the hard stuff out there. I don’t want people to judge me. I don’t want to offend someone. But I can’t make everyone happy and I’ve come to realize that. This post has been in my drafts for about two weeks. And I think today is the day to finally put it out there.
A lot of my posts have been about the guilt I feel when parenting, owning up to the fact that I am not the perfect mom and laughing at my stupid mistakes.
I have been debating back and forth on posting this. It has been sitting in my drafts for a while but I couldn’t seem to hit publish. Everything else I have written thus far has been very light hearted. I have received a lot of comments from moms – and dads – telling me they love the blog and the fact that I get really real. So I have to get real with this one. It isn’t funny, it’s sad. And a little embarrassing. But it’s true. And I know there are probably a million other moms out there that need someone to relate to.