Ten Things Tuesday

Good Morning!

After perusing through my feed this morning, I got the idea from fellow blogger Narci to list 10 things currently happening in my life right now.

Here goes…

  1. This weekend we’re going shopping for new carpet to put in the bedroom & I’m a little too excited about this.
  2. I think JVJ knows that I’m pregnant. He’s been way more affectionate towards me recently & I’m loving every single second of it.
  3. Speaking of being pregnant, today I am 25 WEEKS! Next week I have to go in for my Glucose Test. I’m not looking forward to drinking Glucola & having blood taken. Ew.
  4. Delia isn’t playing softball this season & I’m kinda bummed about that too! I love watching her play. I wish I had played when I was young. As a kid, trying new sports & meeting new people always gave me INTENSE anxiety…. Thinking about the kind of person Delia is & her love of trying new things and meeting new people makes me SO PROUD. I wish I could be more like her.
  5. With that being said…. the past few days I’ve been really struggling with Delia. She is 8 going on 18 and doesn’t want to do what she doesn’t want to do. I’ve been losing my patience more & more with each defiant rebuttal. Hopefully this will cool down as we settle into our new routine. But man, is it tough right now.
  6. I’ve been procrastinating making banana bread for an embarrassing amount of time. I think it’s finally time to admit that my over ripe bananas are now actually rotten. BRB – let me throw those away real quick.
  7. This year I decided it would be a cute idea to create a monthly newsletter for Delia’s Girl Scout troop. I’ve been having so much fun with this project! Trying to be proactive & knock out all of the issues for this year before baby arrives!! @Highlights what’s good?? 😉
  8. My M&M McFlurry cravings are out of control. It’s not quite 11am & I’m seriously considering going to McDonalds right now. But can anyone offer insight as to why they still give you those huge funky spoons even though they don’t actually mix in the M&M’s with them?? But instead just dump them on top??? This really grinds my gears. Especially when I think about it while sipping out of a paper straw.
  9. I’ve made several fall inspired home decor purchases recently. I’m so ready. What should we all be for Halloween this year???
  10. This has proven to be much harder than I thought. Hoping future me looks back on this post adoringly and appreciates the fact that I took 30 minutes of our time to sit & type all of this out. I suppose these are the days we wish to remember….. Right?

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What are some exciting things going on in your life right now? What are some not so exciting but little things that just totally irk you &  you know you can’t possibly be the only one irked by those ridiculous but totally justifiably annoying things?

I’m still all worked up about mcflurries, can you tell?

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xoxo

Brittany

Bumpdate

A Bump Update

     Many moons have passed since I gave you a glimpse into the secret life of Baby Flanagan. Let’s see if I can catch you up on all the haps since I last posted – which was when I was in WEEK 9 of my pregnancy.

Yikes.

That was like…. forever ago.

To be completely honest, not much transpired between WEEK 9 – WEEK 14.  I was nauseous & tired & hungry & miserable. I vaguely remember spending a stupid amount of money on an anti-nausea refill which basically just enabled me to get out of bed in the morning to bring Delia to school. Before returning home, I would make a mandatory pit stop to Chick-Fil-A where I’d fuel up on a frosted coffee, a chicken biscuit, & tater tots (this was the only form of nourishment my body would keep down).

The drive-thru employees knew me by name. They would slip me extra tots.

I missed softball games and dance practices. Dinner was probably take-out.

On that note…

Major shout-outs to the best husband & daughter I could ever ask for. They were total angel babies sent from above.

Sorry that I was out of commission for like 4 months, guys.

After all that icky ewyness, things started to get real awesome real quick. Sometime around WEEK 15- WEEK 16 is when the special stuff started to happen & I could feel the fluttering. Everything finally felt worth it.

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15 WEEKS

 

At 18 WEEKS I had my first anatomy scan. Baby was big & beautiful. Everything looked perfect. The doctor did ask us to come back in a month so he could get a better look at baby’s heart. I believe this was due to the angle of the baby, he wasn’t able to get a good look.

The next few weeks were pretty uneventful.

Sciatica happened.

This was fun because we had a 2 week family road trip planned & sitting on my tushie for extended periods of time was really just what the doctor ordered.

Can you smell my sarcasm?

It really wasn’t THAT BAD but if you think I’d be willing to do it all over again, especially without my nest, you’re outta yer mind.

At 22 WEEKS I had my second anatomy scan. Baby weighed 1lb 3oz. So, like, huge. The heart was viewed in great detail – everything was perf. I saw baby’s little lips moving & I basically just melted into a puddle of joy & stayed that way for about a week.

 

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22 WEEKS

 

As I sit here and write this post I am 24 WEEKS 4 DAYS. I can’t believe it’s been 2 weeks since I saw that sweet little face. So much has happened since then. It’s been one big blur. I’ve had heartburn for 3 days. Baby is getting so strong. John & Delia are able to see, feel, & experience all kinds of crazy kicks & flips with me.

It’s a very special time.

Crunch Time.

I’m over halfway there.

Sagittarius baby is due in 15 WEEKS & 3 DAYS.

That’s like, really soon.

That’s like, less than 4 MONTHS.

That’s like, scary.

My pregnancy app tells me that baby is the size of a cantaloupe.

My brain tells me we need new carpeting and to paint everything.

My body tells me I’m thirsty.

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xoxo

Brittany

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Status Update

H O L Y S M O K E S

Welp. In a blink of an eye and a click of a mouse it has almost been 2 years since my last blog post. So much for reaching goals and documenting memories! Whoops. But let’s not beat ourselves up over broken promises. Let’s not dwell on the coulda shoulda woulda & what ifs of Ghosts of Blog Posts Past. And HEAVEN FORBID that we totally succumb to the merciless Mom Guilt Black Hole that’s inside of our hearts (located right next to where we keep our very secret & strangely weird love for all things murder mysteries and the wonderful exciting scary thoughts/ feels they provide us with) BECAUSE this is not the place for that. I will not allow myself to SHAME myself. And I won’t allow YOU (a special friend) to think that it’s okay for you to do it either. Everything is FINE. We’re GUCCI.

It’s. No. Big. Deal.

SO – Wanna know what you missed?

Please see below Major Events in chronological order of the past 2 years in brief detail:

  • AUG. 2017 – Delia started 1st Grade.
  • JAN. 2018 – John & I got ENGAGED!
  • FEB. 2018 – Delia & I moved in with John.
  • MAR. 2018 – I quit my job.
  • JULY 2018 – John turned 30!
  • AUG. 2018 – John and I got MARRIED!
  • AUG. 2018 – Delia started 2nd Grade.
  • MAR. 2019 – John & I are EXPECTING!

OMG! WAIT! WHAT? DID I JUST… !? IS THIS A.. !?!

DID THIS JUST BECOME A PREGNANCY ANNOUNCEMENT!?!

Nah – probably only like 5 people are actually going to read this – 3 of which probably already know… Hi Lauren! FaceTime me later?

Okay, okay. In all seriousness, I guess I DID just make a pretty big announcement. I should probably go into some more detail. Right? I mean, for like ~life documenting purposes~ and stuff 🙂

Please see Bump Updates in chronological order of the past 9 weeks in brief detail:

  • Week 4 – I took a pregnancy test on March 28th, a few days after my missed period & it was POSITIVE! (John was present & we were both ecstatic!)
  • Week 5 – My body craved crunchy vegetables/ salads, John and I told Delia the good news & everything was PURE BLISS!
  • Week 6 – Nausea and fatigue HIT. ME. HARD. I spent the majority of this week curled up in the fetal position.
  • Week 7 – John & I went to our first Prenatal Appt. – We got to see baby and hear heartbeat via Ultrasound! ~SO SWEET~ Strangely, shortly after this my entire body broke out in hives, my hands began to swell, and I made 2 visits to the ER! We good now.
  • Week 8 – Nausea returns & with a VENGEANCE. Who really needs food anyways!?
  • Week 9 – Feeling my absolute BEST mentally & physically since finding out I’m pregnant! So happy and excited to share the news with everyone 🙂

So now I’m just anxiously anticipating my next appointment where we’ll do blood tests & all that fun stuff. I’m a little nervous because I’m currently in search of a new doctor – I absolutely love the woman I was seeing but she doesn’t do OB. However, I’ve been given some great recommendations and am confident we’ll find the perfect fit soon!

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With all of this wonderful news I’m choosing to share, I can’t help but to feel the weight of the silence I’ve kept for so long. I KNOW. I KNOW. But this is not any of the aforementioned “mom guilt” This is just me hitting myself with some TRUTH. Some truth that I think I need to see in black & white in front of my face. It’s difficult to put into words because it’s something that’s not quite there yet somehow always present. Something that has closely followed me my entire life and sometimes has managed to grab hold of my coattail. Wait. What? Is this really turning into a mental health post? Nah. I’m happy. I have a good life. I have an amazing family & support system. BUT – Yes, I also have a little gray rain cloud. Sometimes it clears up and the sun comes out. Sometimes it thunders for weeks on end. But I refuse to continue to ignore the fact that it does exist. I also refuse to try and keep it hidden. Everything isn’t always FINE. But we’re still GUCCI. Maybe you relate?

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A N Y W A Y S

 With all of THAT being said! ~HUGE SIGH OF RELIEF~ I can’t help but to feel this warm fuzzy feeling tight in my chest & no – It’s definitely not heartburn. Not yet, at least. I think it might be… passion? I forgot how much I enjoy writing. I forgot how much I enjoy blogging, and sharing, and trying to be funny.* I don’t think I’ve ever actually had or experienced or known passion. The only other emotion I can compare it to is love. & I totally and completely and unapologetically know what love is (thanks to the incredible people in my life.) 

 

So, what else is there? More BABY STUFF??! I think the only thing I forgot to mention is the Due Date 🙂 Which is December 3rd! Can you believe that? A baby just in time for Christmas, my heart can’t even handle it. My face hurts from smiling.

 

BUT WHAT ABOUT DELIA!?!

Don’t you DARE think I would sum up this post without going into EXCRUCIATING detail about EVERYTHING that is going on inside of ~Delia’s World~ In 2 weeks she will have her end of the year dance recital** And shortly after that she looks forward to auditioning for her studio’s competitive team! Fingers crossed – she is so excited for this and talks about it D A I L Y. We are in the middle of softball season, and if I’m not mistaken the Mariners are 3-2-1 & we couldn’t be more proud! I’m glad to say she’s thoroughly enjoying being 8 years old and in 2nd grade, despite the fact that she has had to tackle her first ever book report (which, if I must say, I think she totally s l a y e d) and there has been a bit of a hiccup in the “friends department” which I think is totally normal/silly/lame girl stuff that she’s unfortunately going to have to continue to learn how to navigate. Girls. Are. The. Worst. She is completely over the moon about the idea of becoming a big sister. And honestly, in regards to this baby, out of all of us, I think I’m most happy for Delia. This poor girl has been asking Santa year after year for a baby brother or sister and now she’s FINALLY getting one. She is already the best big sister E V E R. Also, at this point in time Delia is very adamant that she would like to get her ears pierced. I’m hoping this passes. When she’s not building forts with the neighbor boys, catching butterflies, or trying to use made up spells to turn herself into a mermaid, her nose is in a book. Reading is still ever present in her life and I love that for her. She’s still sweet & sassy & and her mama’s girl. 💕

 

Okay, I think I’m finally done, and not because my palms are getting really sweaty. Okay, let’s be real, that’s totally why. Because honestly I could go on forever.

But yeah, that’s pretty much it! Oh, except for the fact that John is still the best and doing awesome but like everybody already knows that 🙂 Now that we’re all on the same page maybe I’ll start doing more fun blog posts on a regular basis!? We’ll see!

Thank you for reading. Truly.

xoxo Brittany

 

P.S. JVJ is still an E X T R E M E L Y G’BOY 2

 

 

*Please give me positive reinforcement because like lamely insecure.

**I CANNOT WAIT FOR DANCE TO BE OVER OMG I’M THE WORST MOM EVER BUT I’M SO FRIGGIN’ OVER IT!

True Life: My Kid Won’t Eat (and it’s driving me crazy)

Okay, so this title may be a bit misleading. And to be completely fair, there are plenty of perfectly healthy foods that my daughter willingly ingests on a regular basis. She is a happy, healthy, active child. We are not by any means, in a situation which there are any actual causes for concern. Unless you’d like to hear more about my post-dinner wine intake.

Delia has been a valiant (and I hate the term) “picky eater” for the last 5 years, people. I’m all too familiar with the art of modifying to appease the supper time struggle. But, the truth is, my wounds are still fresh from last night’s defeat and I wanna talk about it.

I  N E E D  T O  V E N T.

Story Time:

Picture it*~

It’s Monday afternoon and I just finished a long day at the office. (We all know that Monday’s are the worst, but THIS Monday was especially brutal because I was out-of-town the previous Thursday & Friday and had a ton of catching up to do.) After picking Delia up from dance and doing a light errand, we made our way home for our usual weekday song and dance.

As dinner time was quickly approaching, I opted for the easy way out. Burgers. Safe, simple, crowd-pleasing burgers. We always keep such conveniences in the freezer for nights such as these. However, to my dismay, upon reaching for the frozen miracle patties, I discovered that we were completely out of the beef variety. AKA the only burger option that (up until this point) I’d ever been brave enough to introduce to Delia.

Now, what I did have, were veggie burgers. I personally love veggie burgers, and maybe it was mom brain, or maybe it was my own selfish desire to just hurry up so I could sit down to eat, but this little voice in the back of my head was telling me                                              just go with it

Side Note: In my defense, this little stunt to try to play off the veggie burger as a typical greasy meat burger was totally backed by supporting evidence and knowledge of foods that Delia doesn’t have any qualms with. Please see listed below.

Delia Approved Vegetables:

  • Carrots (raw)
  • Broccoli (cooked)
  • Peas
  • Corn
  • Brussels Sprouts
  • Spinach (raw)
  • Green Beans

So, you see? I mean really, what even is a veggie burger if not just half of those ingredients all mushed up together?

 I digress. Delia is served a plain burger with cheese on a sesame bun. Just the way she likes it. I will admit, that out of fear, I did not cut this in half, as I normally would. She looks. She smells. She pokes and prods, just as she would to even the most familiar of foods. She must examine every last millimeter of what she is about to consume. This trait of hers makes me proud of how observant and cautious she is, but, in this particular situation, IRRITATED AF.

eat the food(me during literally every meal, every day)

Anyways, she obviously noticed.

She noticed right away. She noticed right away and looked up at me with these eyes. These eyes that were filled with this little tiny-girl version of betrayal. These eyes that burned right through my tired, hungry, soul.

My last option (and lets be real this is the only option because at this point I’m just so over it) was to coax her into trying a bite with the hopes she might just actually like it. I tried to remind her of the love she has for all of the vegetables that were inside the patty. I told her it was delicious. I took a huge bite out of my own burger (because I was friggin starving && *OVER IT*) to show her that it was safe and enjoyable. She then choked up nerve to taste the burger on the promise that she would in fact like it. And also because at this point we are all hangry and just want to finish this charade so we can watch JeopARDY LIKE THE NORMAL FUN LOVING FAMILY THAT WE ARE.

 

And you guys. This. This is what I get.

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At this point, I’m out of patience, out of memes, out of time before jeopardy starts.

She spat, griped, moaned, whined, and carried on. And it was done. Stalemate.

I sent her to bed without dinner. Okay, I let her eat the other stuff on her plate but I mean how much sustenance does a small portion of plain (because picky) romaine & corn actually provide?

I felt horrible. She felt horrible. We all felt horrible.

In the end, after I finished my nightly routine, I woke her up at 11pm with regret filled hugs and kisses. I let her eat a bowl of Lucky Charms. I let her spend the remainder of the night in my bed. We curled up together and read a few chapters of her current fave -Nancy Drew, and all was right with the world.

  • Sometimes dinners suck.
  • Sometimes I make poor  parenting decisions.
  • Sometimes we eat sugar filled cereal at midnight.

Such is #momlife.

 

End Rant*~