Some thoughts

So my blogging slump continues.

I can’t really explain it, but I haven’t felt inclined to write in a long time. I thought being pregnant might spark some inspiration, but if anything, it’s making me feel even more guarded and private than usual. I write 40 hours a week at my day job, so maybe that’s what’s sapping all of my mental energy?

I don’t know what the deal is, but I do know that I want to continue this blog. So don’t give up on me yet!

When you last heard from me (an entire MONTH ago), I announced that we’re having a baby boy in October. And we still are. 🙂 So, while I don’t want this to turn into a mommy blog by any means, I thought I might share some of my thoughts on early pregnancy because, well, I have a few.

1. Getting bigger and gaining weight is a little scary. This is coming from someone whose weight has not fluctuated a single pound since about 8th grade. I like my body, and I don’t want it to change. And I guess that’s just too bad because it’s definitely changing. I’m not wearing maternity clothes yet, and I don’t look outwardly pregnant, but this potbelly I’ve developed is only going to get bigger. I’m trying to embrace it because obviously I want the baby to grow and be healthy. And if embracing it means ordering dessert or drinking a milkshake every now and then, so be it. (Helllooo silver lining!)

2. I don’t feel any different. Granted, I’ve had a very easy pregnancy thus far, and after hearing some of the horror stories from friends and family, I’m raising my hands to the sky and yelling, “Thank you, Jesus!” for that. I’m not sure Jesus is necessarily responsible, but I like to cover my bases. But really, the only physical changes I’ve experienced are the aforementioned potbelly, slight fatigue and… that’s about it. I’m glad I’m not uncomfortable, but I also sometimes forget that I’m pregnant. I can’t feel the baby yet and I don’t look much different to the naked eye. I’m told there’s a fetus in there somewhere, but sometimes I wonder…

3. A lot of people get glowing skin and thicker hair when they get pregnant. I got bags under my eyes and some major frizz issues. Go figure.

4. Surprisingly, I haven’t missed drinking all that much. That is until last week, when the weather in Chicago finally decided to acknowledge that it is, in fact, spring. Passing by all the people on sidewalk patios sipping champagne cocktails and white wine was almost enough to tempt me into making my very first questionable parenting decision. A delicious Sauvignon Blanc vs. the risk of fetal alcohol syndrome… ugghhh being unselfish is hard.

5. So far, I’ve been managing my fear of labor, sleepless nights and keeping a human alive by just not thinking about it. Any of it. I know I’m going to have to face these things eventually, but right now this whole denial thing is really working for me.

So there you go. A select few nuggets from my brain for your Monday. And just to prove that this blog will not be all pregnancy, all the time, here are some fun photos from our trip to Phoenix/Scottsdale a few weeks ago. We were there for the beautiful wedding of Mo and Kelly and got to spend a fun few days with Will’s high school crowd. It was a great time, and a much-needed vacation!

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That’s it for now! I’ll try not to be gone too long this time…

Making a human until October 2013

Yes, the rumors are true.

Ok, well I’m pretty sure no one is actually talking about this, but the fact remains that I am currently in the process of growing a spawn.

Yay! A baby! Let’s celebrate and prematurely buy onesies and stuffed animals because they’re too cute to resist! Let’s get all sentimental and philosophical and hormonal about love and parenting and raising a child!

And then let’s get real. I feel weird.

I have a person living inside of me, and I know because I saw it. I’m currently 14 weeks pregnant, and at our 12 week ultrasound I saw it all curled up, its little hands scrunched up around its little alien face. I saw it launch itself off the sides of my uterus with fragile little apendages resembling legs, and I think I screamed a little. Because that is just weird to see. It was moving around so much, but I couldn’t feel a thing. I just hope it gets more attractive before we’re properly introduced.

If you’ve been reading this blog from the very beginning, you may recall that I started it to chronicle my journey from a carefree, anti-babies twenty-something to someone who is suddenly mature enough and ready to have kids.

Well that transformation never happened. What did happen was that I turned 30. And then I found myself inching uncomfortably close to 31. And Will and I just knew it was time.

So here we are: me, fondly remembering that last glass of wine I had the evening of January 20, 2013 (I will never forget!); and Will, analyzing and re-analyzing our finances while suspiciously eyeing my bloated midsection. No turning back.

Not that we’d want to. We’re happy and excited. And it will be nice to give Gatsby a sibling. He’s looking forward to licking and sniffing the baby in inappropriate places. Of course his first question was, “Do I have to share my toys?”

Ew. No. Please.

So that’s the news! Oh wait–I forgot one detail…



I know this is starting to turn into some sort of travel blog, but guess what? I went somewhere else!

This time it was Milwaukee. Believe it or not, in all my years growing up in the Chicago area, I had never trekked an hour and a half north to this other majestic city by the lake. Yes, I said majestic. “Majestic Milwaukee.” Did I just come up with a fantastic new slogan? I think so. Call me, Milwaukee Board of Tourism.

Anyway, Laura (my good friend from college) moved from Chicago to Milwaukee a few months ago, so Megan (another good friend from college) and I decided it was high time we visited her.

It was a fantastic 24 hours full of catching up, catching the views at the Pfister Hotel, catching a comedy show at the Comedy Cafe, exchanging thumbs up with the Bronze Fonze (I ran out of “catching” phrases), walking around downtown, and ending with a delicious brunch at Trocadero.

I was really impressed by what I saw of Milwaukee, and as I told Laura in true Terminator fashion when we were leaving, “I’ll be back.”

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Thanks for a great weekend Laura (and Milwaukee)!

Girls weekend in Nashville

A few weekends ago, I jetted off to Nashville with Emily, Megan and Sarah for a long weekend of eating, drinking and country music.

Full disclosure: I am NOT a fan of country music. Not even the Taylor Swift variety. But I was pleased to discover that many of the bands in Nashville actually play a lot of classic rock–which I love! They also played some song called Wagon Wheel approximately every 10 minutes. No joke. It’s still in my head.

Despite my lack of enthusiasm for the honky-tonk lifestyle (I do not think your tractor’s sexy), I am never one to turn down the opportunity for a vacation, especially a girls trip!

We were all looking forward to some warmer weather, and I guess we’re just going to have to wait until summer for that. We arrived in Nashville to snow and 30-degree temps, but did we let that get us down? Noooo! We hit the bar and warmed up with a few mimosas, and all was well with the world.

The rest of the weekend was spent in the bars on Broadway listening to live bands and eating delicious meals at places like Puckett’s, Noshville, Merchant’s and Pancake Pantry. We also made stops for ice cream and candy because LAY OFF ME, I’M ON VACATION.



Also, I convinced Megan to wear her purse as a backpack. And let me take a picture of it.


It was a great time, and I would recommend Nashville as a destination for anyone who is looking to plan a fun weekend with the girls.

And if you actually like country music, you may never want to leave.

I miss last March

Maybe you recall that almost exactly a year ago, I posted this weather forecast for Chicago:


(It actually ended up being much warmer than that.)

And here’s the current 5-day forecast for Chicago:

Screen Shot 2013-03-14 at 8.21.13 PMI just. I can’t.

I guess a lot can change in a year. Including the website design, apparently.

If you live in Chicago and are a true masochist, check out more posts here and here about the freakishly gorgeous weather we had a year ago, which I will now refer to as The Golden Age.