12 things you should never say to a pregnant woman.

This post has been a long time coming. There were so many things I would hear when I was pregnant that just made either want to cry or smack the person. Now even though I have a 7 month old I still hear some things people say to pregnant women and it just refuels that fire.


And if this post offends anyone then most likely you say these things to pregnant woman…and should stop. But I completely understand! Before I was pregnant I had no idea what would trigger a cute little pregnant chick! Although, there are quite a few of you who have had a child or children and still say things you should know aren’t the best things to say. So I just advice those of you that say these things you to put yourself in her shoes…swollen feet and all.


1. “Hopefully it’s a boy/girl this time!”
STOP. RIGHT NOW. Let’s just make one thing clear…babies are blessings! Whether they have a penis or a vagina they are little tiny miracles that God has blessed us with. I personally believe God gives us exactly what we are supposed to have. If I only have boys then that’s what was meant to happen. If my baby ends up being my only child then that is what was meant to happen. People act like you can chose the sex of your baby. Which yes you can if you want to fork out a bunch of cash just to ensure your child’s vagina will indeed turn into a penis. Also for those of you who aren’t quite up to date on some simple science…the sperm (which comes from the father) determines the sex gene. WOAH. So don’t be all up in that mama’s grill asking her if she got it right this time. She has nothing to do with it and really neither does the dad. Like he decided which sperm he wanted to win. Please. Is there a book somewhere that says you have to have both genders of children in order to earn a gold star or something?! Because that is how people act. Just be grateful for the little miracle that is in that growing belly. Who cares what the sex is! Is that really that important? I think maybe how well the mama and baby are doing is the most important thing…but I could be the crazy one here.


2. “Should you be eating/doing that?”
Excuse me? I’m fat and I’m miserable. If I am sitting here with a beer and smoking a cigarette absolutely say something to me but if I am enjoying some candy leave me alone. Pregnancy cravings are a strange thing and usually we fulfill those cravings and like I said if they aren’t life threating or damaging to the baby I think everything will be okay… except for you with your judgey pants on, you might just get smacked. I went camping a lot during my pregnancy and some people were just appalled that I would do that. Sitting on my ass by a camp fire…shoot sounds dangerous to me. If you see someone who is 9 months pregnant signing up to go sky diving…maybe ask her what’s up, other than that shut up.


3. “Oh wow! Look how swollen your feet are!”
“Oh my God! I hadn’t noticed that none of my shoes fit me but thank you so much for pointing out something on my body that is swollen!” Let’s get real there is a lot of crap that is swollen when you are pregnant. And really the last thing we want is for you to point out our achy feet. We don’t need the reminder trust me; every time we walk we feel how swollen and sad our poor feet are.


4. “You are about to pop!”
Okay…every single pregnancy is different. Some people look 8 months pregnant when they are only 5. We are already feeling very insecure about our changing, growing bodies and we don’t need you to make us feel even fatter. If she is really about to pop you saying that just reminders her that it’s been long enough and she would have liked to have popped 10 minutes ago. Trust me, we know when we are about to pop you do not need to let us know.


5. “When will you be having the next one?”
The last thing a pregnant woman wants to be when she’s done being pregnant is pregnant. So at the time the thought of having another child sounds awful. Can we just get through this pregnancy first before we think about reproducing again?


6. “You will be the best mom.”
Okay this is to the first time moms. I can’t even keep a plant or grass alive let alone a human being. So when people would say that to me I just wanted to ask them how they knew that. I don’t take care of anything but myself. I guess husbands are pretty close to babies but really they are pretty self-sufficient if they have to be. You know if you forget to feed your husband he will eventually do it himself. I just always thought it was strange for people to say that because really no one knows what kind of mother you will be, including yourself. I don’t think anyone is the best mom their first time you just learn as you go and you get better as you go. It’s all a learning experience. Plus my mom is the best mom so I can’t have that title, it’s already taken.


7. “Are you going to breastfeed your baby?”
I’m sorry but talking about my boobs isn’t really small talk whether I’m pregnant or not. I think breast feeding is a very very personal topic. And there are many different opinions about it. There is way too much pressure on moms about breastfeeding I believe. Just mind your own business and worry about your tits not mine. People will still ask me if I am and I’m not. I lost my milk. And it really is heartbreaking to me (and my wallet) that I can’t breastfeed my son. I wasn’t producing enough milk right away so we had to supplement as well and I honestly think that the pressure of being able to do that for my son caused so much stress for me that I lost my milk. Some women just can’t and that’s fine but it’s none of your business what that mother choses for her child.


8. “I heard of this lady who’s baby died a week before her due date.”
Listen…save your horror stories for someone who isn’t pregnant. Pregnant woman are already pumped full of anxiety. They do not need to hear about your horrible labor, your friend’s aunt’s sister in law’s emergency C-section, how long so and so’s baby lived after birth, or any other awful story you may have heard. Bad things happen I know, we all know this and it is tragic and unfortunate but the last person we should share those stories with are those who are pregnant. Pregnant woman have enough to worry about.


9. “Oh I bet your baby will be 9 pounds.”
Thank you for predicting how many pounds I have to push out of my crotch but I don’t think I care. My entire pregnancy people always talked about what a big baby I was going to have…ouch. No thank you! No one jumps for joy at the thought of a broken tail bone in labor. I had nightmares that I gave birth to a 30 pound child. Just save your guess because you aren’t a doctor and you don’t know. Even doctors don’t know! But I would trust my doctor’s educated guess over yours any day.


10. “I bet you will have your baby on *this date*”
I think it’s so funny that people think they know when a baby will be born. Sure a scheduled C-section yes but natural no way. But everyone seems to think they know. And by the time a pregnant woman has made it close to her due date that’s pretty much all she can think about and then you barging in with your guess doesn’t help. Save it.


11. “You are still pregnant?”
Obviously jerk. Thank you for reminding me though. I’m not one bit anxious to get this kid out.


12. “Are you excited?”
Ha. I always loved this question because when people ask you they don’t think about what will happen if you actually give your honest answer. Excited for what? Labor, long nights, or the great scary unknown that comes with having a child. Yes it is an exciting thing but it also is a terrifying one. And when you ask that question I doubt you think the answer you get back is going to be “no.” but I would pay money to see the look on someone’s face when that happens.



Lesson learned here…let’s ask more important questions or say nicer things to a pregnant woman. Compliment her glow she has (yeah that exhausted one) maybe ask her how the baby is doing or what’s new with her pregnancy. Just take a moment to think before you speak to a pregnant woman…it really does amaze me how brave people are.

XO Tay

Pregnancy Warnings Part 2

I am at the point in my pregnancy where I want to be done, but really don’t want to be done. I currently have a long list of complaints. It’s a battle every day on how I feel, as if pregnancy bipolar disorder was a thing… or maybe it is and they just call it pregnancy. Either way I have made a list of my current pregnancy problems. Pregnancy is not at all as glamorous as people make it seem... non pregnant people that is. I do think pregnancy is a very beautiful thing and I feel very blessed to be able to experience it but, behind closed doors it really isn’t all that beautiful. I always wondered before when I would tell someone who’s pregnant how beautiful she is and she groaned in return like what the hell is your problem? Oh well turns out she’s got 99 problems and the baby bump is number one.

#1 – Kankle acceptance

I no longer have to be self-conscious about my body which is a plus. I complain about anything on my body and some body always responses with “you’re pregnant! It’s fine! You are beautiful.” Before if I complained about my fat ass no one said it was fine and that I was beautiful. So that’s nice, even though I’m sure they are lying to me because they are terrified of what my hormones might make me do if they don’t say I’m beautiful. Kankles are completely acceptable in society, as long as you are knocked up.

#2 – Fat Girl Fashion

Dressing myself is now a chore. The goal is to show off the baby bump, because now if I wear a baggy shirt I notice it’s hard to tell if I’m pregnant or just fat. And I see it with other people too. If I have a fitted shirt on I get compliments on my belly or asked questions about it, but if I have a baggy shirt on then I get weird stares, like they are studying me. “is she pregnant or just been enjoying married life?” So you wear tight fitted shirts BUT the trick is finding one that covers your entire belly. Belly shirts are super in and adorable… for skinny girls. No one wants to see my outie and hairy (and I mean HAIRY) stomach. It’s just not that classy. Some people at the Wal-Mart feel comfortable that way but me, not so much. And maternity pants are a life saver but that big elastic band…does not make a girl feel sexy, ever.

#3 – Medusa

My hair and finger nails grow like weeds. This is a good and bad thing. I love having long hair. But I am a natural blonde and try to be a brunette so the up keep on it right now, is a lot. I need my nails done about every week because of the grow out. So yes, I love having long, healthy, beautiful hair and nails but the maintence is sometimes exhausting. Good thing I work in a salon.

#4 – Sex

Sex. (this may be TMI for some of you, and grandma if you are reading this please skip to the next warning on the list please. Everyone else feel free to as well.) Sex while being pregnant totally and completely sucks! Which from my understanding it doesn’t always suck for everyone. I’ve had many people ask me how great the sex is because when they were pregnant it was the best they have ever had. Nope. You were on pregnant lady crack then. And this sounds totally mean towards my husband, who does nothing wrong and it very good at…his job when it comes to this. I enjoyed myself before very much just not now. So now that we have the fact that it’s not his fault out of the way let me explain why. #1 Being pregnant makes you so much more extra sensitive down there. I never had a problem not being sensitive enough before, so now it’s like sensory overload in my pelvis. #2 There is way too much pressure down there. So I feel like I’m about to blow at any second and from God knows what hole. And I just pray that it’s not my ass. #3 All I can see it my gigantic belly. It gets in the way and it’s just the elephant in the room... or I am. Either way, it’s doesn’t make me feel any bit of sexy. #4 My child is in there. And usually at the time of take off my little man decides to get the hiccups or knee me in the side over and over and over again. So then alllll I can think about is him, in my belly. Not the picture you want or need to have in your head while doing it. Then I think “oh God, it’s hurting him that’s why he’s going crazy.” And then I feel like I lost my place in the running for mother of the year award. #5 finding the energy to engage in such a vigorous activity is a job itself.

#5 – Old granny preggo

Some days I feel like a little old lady. Everything hurts, my back, my hips, my butt and my feet. I waddle. (Which could be why I don’t want to have sex.)

#6 – Where’s my rockin hot bod?

I had a meltdown the other day about wanting to be skinny again. I said “I am so tired of being fat!” Which is true, I am getting tired of not being able to see my toes. I do know that I need to embrace being pregnant still though because I will miss it when I’m not. Me being skinny would mean that baby would be here now which I am totally not ready for. I don’t think you are ever 100% ready for them to arrive but I really am not. So he can stay in there and I will continue to be fat. It really sets in that I miss my old body when I can't fit through tight spaces or squeeze past someone. My belly has cleaned a file cabinet in one swipe, every paper and magnet was on the ground. "Uhhhh...your file cabinet was looking a little cluttered, you are welcome." And eventually not being able to sit up gets old, so does the grunting from trying to do so. It doesn't help that my belly is the topic of discussion every day. From my end when people find out when I'm due they tell me how small I am for how far along I am. Let's get one thing straight... nothing on me right now is small. I wish I was small but in reality I feel like a house. Thank you for reminding me how much I miss my old body though, much appreciated. Now excuse me while I go sob, and eat.

#7 – Stranger Questionnaire

People ask you questions daily. Which is fine, that’s how you learn but some are just personal and my body and baby are not up for discussion, for example, “are you going to breastfeed?” Well…my boobs and their lactation are none of your business for one and for two I have no idea if my body will even let me. “Are you going to have an epidural?” I love this one! Because either way you answer people freak. YES then the response is “oh my god all those drugs, it messes with your baby, I did it without just fine, blah, blah, and blah. No then the response is “WHAT?! Have you lost your mind?! People that go without are nuts!” So either way juice or no juice people will freak out and judge you. But I don’t really give a damn and neither does my pelvis that will appreciate an epidural. I also love when people ask if we are excited….it’s like, “well…..we really have no other choice cause the baby is coming.” DUH we are excited! And even if people aren’t excited that they are having a baby I doubt they will respond truthfully and say, “no, I am dreading the baby’s arrival more and more each day.” Let’s get real people. The list of questions you get asked are endless. I honestly want to wear a shirt that says:
“YES I am pregnant. It is a BOY. I am due AUG 17. His name is Thomas Kash. YES I will be drugged. I feel like shit and a fatass. I am craving everything that is not healthy.”

#8 – Low Fuel

I have absolutely no energy to do anything. Reliving my bladder sometimes sounds like a chore. At any time during the day I could sleep. I wouldn’t even need a bed necessarily. I fell asleep standing up in the shower last night. Running around doing normal activities I did before I got pregnant are now some of the hardest tasks.

#9 – Pregnancy Insomnia

Swallow a beach ball and then try to sleep…let me know how that works out for you. I bet you won’t be able to get comfortable to save your life. Then the sore hip acts up, none of your 10 pillows are enough, the husband wants to touch you or snuggle, and you are melting it’s so hot. Nope. They say its practice for when the baby comes. Bullshit. I need to catch up while I can I don’t need practice on how not to sleep? That doesn’t even make sense. You can practice not sleeping for as long as you want it never gets to the point where you are never tired. Practice does not make perfect. “OMG I am like so good at not sleeping now because I have practiced it so much! You should totally practice not sleeping Becky it’s the best.” Said no one…ever.

#10 – Alien Inside

Everyone always talks about how great it is to feel the baby move, which is correct. It is amazing. Until the baby is 19 inches long and pushing 5 pounds. Your belly is big but not big enough because at this point almost every move he makes is painful. It’s now knees and elbows along with feet and hands. And don’t get me started on his head and back. WOW. All of which hit you in your ribs or bladder. Watching my belly move looks like I swallowed an alien and sometimes it feel s that way too.



I really have nothing to complain about, or shouldn’t. I have had the ideal pregnancy. I am healthy and so is baby. I have had a very EASY pregnancy, and I still have struggled. So that just shows you really how much it really does take to bake a baby in the oven. I have a new appreciation to all those moms out there and especially those moms with complicated pregnancies or complications, kudos to you for pulling through. Every mom and mom-to-be out there should give yourself a pat on the back and go buy yourself a new pair of cute shoes because you deserve it! Keep in mind I wouldn’t change being pregnant but those of you who have been where I am understand my complaining and those of you who don’t, eventually when you are 30+ weeks pregnant will. I feel guilty about complaining but sometimes a girl has to vent! Take some weight off those kankles!

Pregnancy Warnings

Being pregnant has thrown many surprises at me to say the least. No one warns you about the craziness that happens to you while being pregnant. Sure there is the warning that your boobs will hit the ground after and your smoking hot bod with never be seen again (if you believe those kinds of things…I however think it comes from lazy/negative people) Now do not get me wrong..I am not complaining what so ever about being pregnant. I love it so much and I think every single woman should be able to experience it for themselves at least once in their life. And I feel bad for daddies because they don’t ever get to experience this or the pain that comes along with it…which they should. All of you mommies to be or mommies will know what I’m talking about and if you have warnings to add let me know and we could write a book. I just think about the stuff that has happened to me in my short 4 months of pregnancy that I had no idea about and would have liked some sort of warning…just like I would like a little bit of a warning from that sneaky fart that always lets itself loose at the most inconvenient and embarrassing times. Which brings me to my first pregnancy warning….

#1: Gas

The saying eating for two I really think should be “farting for two.” TMI for a few of you but get over it this whole blog post will be TMI, I’m pregnant and it’s glamorous. Most of you who know what I mean probably let a chuckle out. I have never been a “gassy” person in my life. I have the healthy amount of farts a day but not extreme farts or deadly smelling ones either but now! Holy crap I think I could wipe out an entire football team with some of the smells that come from my rear end. It scares me. It should be illegal to create that awful of a smell in your body. And not to mention you have NO control over when the stench decides to attack. Most lady like women will hold their urges until they are in the privacy of their car, bathroom or deserted isle in the grocery store, that’s why it is so mortifying when you are pregnant because you really can’t stop it. I usually have no idea I even need to fart until it’s already happened right in the middle of the salon at work. “Ummm…is there a duck in here?”

#2: Negative people/stories/attitude

Maybe it’s just because I am pregnant that I notice these things more, but probably not. When people find out your pregnant they usually have one negative thing to say. I really don’t think they understand its negative or realize that they just made you want to let those wacky hormones go and either cry or slap them. For example people ask me, “oh when are you due?” I say August 17th and 80% of the time I hear this response, “you are going to have the most miserable pregnancy in the hot summer.” Thank you so much for the wonderful words of encouragement. However, I believe everyone is hot in the summer and also I will get to prance around (okay maybe not prance otherwise I will get a black eye) in a little swimsuit and not worry about my belly rolls because there isn’t a one. Also being pregnant at a certain point is miserable…for some. I will let you know I have a while before that part. I have also heard like I said in the beginning to say good bye to my perfectly perky boobs and nice bod because it’s now gone forever. If you are lazy…yes it will be gone but I am determined to be a “mother I’d like to…hang out with”. As for the boobs dragging on the floor…there is always plastic surgery for that and if they really do hit the ground like some people exaggerate I’m sure you could get insurance to cover that for physical reasons. The list could go on about the negative comments… oh say goodbye to your sleep, freedom, sex, date night, blah blah blah. How about say hello to my little miracle I just worked 9 months to cook.
But the stories…those get annoying. Any story about miscarriage, freak accidents with the baby and even stories of baby dying at just a few days or months old people will tell you. Like I said I don’t think people realize how dumb they can be. They don’t realize what it makes your brain and hormones do. I have thought about researching many things I have heard of in stories but know I will just make myself in a hot mess. I’ve learned to ignore the stories because that is not me or my baby. We are both very healthy. I have nothing to worry about and if something every happens that I should worry then I will but basing my situation on crazy stories that have been passed through the grape vine how many times and got twisted into how many different ways…no thanks, I don’t have time for that non sense.
Your attitude can get negative. I am guilty of this. I turned into a huge whine ass for a hot minute. HUGE. I blame it on the hormones not the fact that I can be a total brat. Nothing went my way, every single person got on my nerves, everything I saw made me angry because 1 I either wanted it and couldn’t have it or 2 it was in the wrong place at the wrong time. I don’t know how TJ didn’t put duck tape on my mouth and put me in the dog kennel. I was awful. The world was out to get me and I knew just knew it. Poor me. ..waa. Don’t worry though I’m over it and survived so did everyone else that crossed my path, thank God.

#3: Eating

I am foods biggest fan. Trust me. I adore food. While being pregnant in my first tri food and I hated each other. (talk about a rough break up) No food ever sounded good, even my favorites that I would gladly scarf down faster than you can say pregnancy. Fruit is about all I could handle. One time TJ brought me my favorite sandwich from Jimmy Johns for lunch, I almost projectile puked all over my work computer. The thought of meat could make me gag instantly. And forget walking past the huge glass containers in the grocery store with all that raw meat hanging out together. My grocery shopping probably took me a few minutes longer than normal to avoid getting in within sight or smell of that place. Now that I am over that sad phase I have my relationship with food back but it’s also complicated. Nothing fits into my stomach, and my belly isn’t even that big! All my insides are squished together so tight one chicken strip and I’m out. Unbutton my pants and want a nap cause it feels like thanksgiving dinner. You know, that miserably full feeling but was so worth it. It’s like that, every day. Which brings me to cravings.

#4: Cravings

Women always talked about their cravings and I thought it was always just an excuse to eat like a freak show. No no, I was wrong. I hate Dr. Pepper, I have never been a fan of it unless it was diet. One day out of the blue I needed a Dr. Pepper terribly bad. I got one, and I loved it. Same with Swedish Fish, ew. One night in bed I rolled over and said “I need to eat Swedish Fish.” WHAT?! None of that makes sense. The things I say I want to eat or drink still surprise TJ and I. Its not like “oh hey cheetohs sound good for breakfast.” Its like “I NEED CHEETOHS NOW!” My biggest craving besides any fruit I can get my hands on would be cheetohs, chocolate milk, and pickles all together in the same meal. I could eat a spoon full of salt if I let myself. I do have to share my all new pregnancy craving low though, a spoon full of mayo. I know what you are thinking but don’t judge! For one, I can’t control what my hormone packed brain to want and for two, I didn’t do it! I was ashamed at myself. Another great pregnancy craving which I’m pretty sure would be good even when you aren’t pregnant, pickles and soy sauce. Hey, don’t judge until you try it! Luckily I haven’t wanted to combine anything crazy yet like peanut butter and eggs or craved dirt. I’m still waiting for me to crave the nail products at my work though. It could happen. And then as you fulfill your cravings one time heartburn hits you which brings me to my next warning…

#5: Heartburn

Heartburn or a wildfire set loose in your esophagus? Either one, it sucks. I have never had heart burn until I got pregnant and wow am I glad I have never experienced it before. Tums have no turned into my go to candy, since I now eat them like they are. Every time I say, “oh, I have heart burn,” with a wince all I can picture is my father. Great. I love my dad but the thought of him complaining about his heartburn takes up a lot of child hood memories because it was quite often. I feel your pain daddy.

#6: Body Changes

Yes your belly gets bigger and so do your boobs, that is obvious and what everyone thinks is the only thing that changes. Lets start there. At first your belly just gets weird and not flattering, like you have eaten one to many double cheeseburgers. It is just bloated and not cute, then one day literally (I thought everyone was nuts for telling me this but it’s the truth) you look down and you have a baby bump and your toes are gone. I looked in the mirror every day and just thought “sick” I just looked like I gained a few pounds and TJ would ask me every day when I was going to have a belly. Then one day in the shower I looked down and couldn’t see my toes, I tried to suck my belly in and I couldn’t, so I started laughing…hard. Why? I have no idea probably because I couldn’t even pretend to be thin anymore. I think it was panic laughter. Yes your boobs do get bigger but not just that they feel slightly mutilated. Some days my tatas brought me to tears when I would sit up out of bed. Taking my bra off was always terrifying, they got so heavy so quickly that anytime I let them loose I was just positive they were going to hit the ground like everyone says. My nipples could feel a feather drop on them and I would probably cry. Keep in mind my milk hasn’t even came in yet…that’s the fun part. (not)
At times I swear I could feel my hips expanding. Just making room for a live human to grow. I am now at the point in my pregnancy where that one magical hormone out of all of them is released to soften your bones. I'm sorry..my bones are doing what? I have never felt such an awful pain in my hips. Its like someone is electrocuting them, and I no longer know what sleeping comfortably means. And don't mind me as I limp along or when my hip gives out on me and I almost smack the ground. I also know I could feel all my organs shifting around to make room. Your sense of smell is incredible. I could replace any police K9 for a drug bust. I can smell anything and everything no matter where it is. Which at first I was like what an awesome super power but then the sensitivity to smell kicked in…no thanks I don’t want to have magic powers any more. Your skin gets dry and feels like you are covered from head to toe in mosquito bites. I made myself bleed from itching to hard once. If you have a set schedule of when you pee like in the morning, at lunch break, right before you leave work, and then twice at home say goodbye to that. You pee several and I mean 7 to 10 times a day at least without any sort of set time. It just hits ya. Acne. Oh man I shouldn’t even get started on this one. I didn’t have super terrible acne pre-pregnancy but I didn’t have flawless skin. Well now I think I have a zit in every pore of my body. I’ve given up on popping them because I just can’t keep up. I’m usually out of breath. I’d like to say its because I just finished a mile run or a workout video but really I just walked from the couch to the bathroom to pee and back again and sound like I climbed Mount Everest. In my first tri like all pregos I was exhausted. But exhausted doesn’t even sum it up. One time I tried to explain to TJ pregnant tired and this is how I did it: Its not like after you work out tired where you want to just sit and relax, or after work tired when you just want to wind down and have a beer, its tired like I need to hook up to a generator just to get myself tucked into bed. One time, this is a true story, I walked into our house, sat on the couch that’s three feet away from the door, with my coat and boots still on, passed out and left a nice puddle of drool on a folded pile of laundry I was using as a pillow. It takes a lot of energy to build another human. Besides the wonderful physical changes there are many mental changes as well, which brings me to my next pregnancy warning

#7 Hormones

For a long time in the beginning I was convinced that I had been kicked off the island and someone else moved in and put up shop…in my brain. It sounds like a nice little vacation if you think about it, let someone else operate while you go to wherever sounds nice. Except the fact you are held hostage to your new psychotic brain. I am a very emotional person already. I wear my heart on my sleeve for sure. Being pregnant has made me look not so emotional normally. The way TJ looked at me could make me cry, happy years because he looked like he just loved the crap out of me or devastated tears because he looked at me like I was a fat cow. Honestly the look he gave me was probably the exact same but I just happened to be on a different part of that roller-coaster. I’ve never had patience. I am an Elquist, patience isn’t anywhere in our genes. Now I have negative patience if that is even possible. Honestly when pregnant it is a very huge challenge controlling your emotions. It is a daily chore that really you don’t have the energy for. So I just let myself be a bratty, crying fool for a few weeks.


Pregnancy really is not as glamorous as they make it seem in movies. It is a tough and surprising experience. Your entire body gets taken over, and what a crazy miracle that is. It still blows my mind the things we are capable of doing especially creating another human. I have enjoyed all of these surprises I’ve gotten while being pregnant and I am sure I am in for a lot more. Being pregnant is so beautiful and is something I am very grateful for and look forward to doing again, gas and all. Babies are worth all the pain…for everyone involved. (love you teej)

XOXO T

the start of something beautiful

TJ and I recently announced that we are indeed pregnant. I am almost 20 weeks along and we just barely announced it. Some people think its odd. But in my opinion it really is no ones business but ours and we wanted to make sure everything was perfectly fine with our baby before we went and posted it on social media. Many people post their pregnancy tests which is just fine but not the way I roll. I'm not big on putting personal things on social media anyways especially not sticks I've peed on. With of course the obvious reason, this wasn't planned. It was a very big shock...yes i do know how it happened but we weren't trying. This was supposed to happen in 5 years...its in my five year plan which now has to go down the drain. We are young and not married so many people we know will disapprove of us. We didn't want to instantly blurt out that we were having a baby because number one, we were still in shock (and still are), number two, we wanted all of our family members to know first, and third, I remember every horror story anyone has ever told me, I didn't want to announce that we were having a baby and then God forbid something go terribly wrong. We told our family and some friends and also some people we probably shouldn't have told if we wanted to keep it quiet. Word got out and tends to fly fast around good ol Pocatello. So the rumors started and eventually what people were saying got back to us. Thats another part of why we waited to announce little man. It amazes me how awful people can be. So lets just get those stupid rumors out of the way so you losers who believe them can find another rumor to start. No..I did not get pregnant on purpose. You should be slapped if you have said that. No... we are not getting married just because we are having a baby. We had been talking about getting married before this happened. We knew we were meant to be and then this just sealed the deal. We wanted a May wedding so I thought why not? At the time thinking it would be cute to have a baby bump at my wedding but now with the wedding date coming closer and the baby bump growing bigger I get a little bit of anxiety..or its the pregnancy hormones. Either way we are so excited about our wedding and couldn't be happier that our little one will be there with us. Yes...the baby is TJ's. You should also be slapped. Yes...we are young. But the way I see it thats more time I get to spend with the love of my life and enjoying my children. I obviously wanted to start reproducing little tj and taylors in 5 years but like TJ told me right when that little plus sign popped up on the stick, we wouldn't be having a baby right now if it wasn't meant to be. My five year plan was not accurate I guess because I do believe every thing happens for a reason. Not going to lie when I did see that plus sign I was very upset and scared. I didn't understand because I thought it was way to soon but after time and an amazing baby daddy who calmed me down I relaxed and have now accepted the fact that at 20 years old I will become a mommy to probably a fat, cute, rotten little boy (if he's anything like his father) and people will disagree and say what they want about me, tj and my baby. At first the rumors and peoples reaction to me being pregnant was hard but now I know who truly loves me for me and is supportive to TJ and I. Words cannot describe the feeling of knowing you are going to be a mom and feeling it in your tummy every day. I feel so blessed to have a healthy enough body to create tiny humans and to have the most amazing man to share it with. I would not change a single thing. I would wash our underwear together all over again if I had to ;) Through this entire journey I have found an entire new appreciation for Teej. He has not said one negative thing about us being pregnant, he talks to my belly constantly (even when I'm trying to sleep and drives me insane..i still secretly love it), he makes runs to the gas station for my late night cheeto and chocolate milk cravings, he has put up with all the crazy hormonal tears, and I know he will be the best father. He already looks forward to it. I am a very lucky girl. And now I get two of him. We can't thank everyone enough for their love and support. Its been a crazy, amazing, wonderful journey for the two of us. We actually can wait for the dirty diapers and screaming baby at wee hours in the morning but we are very excited to welcome Thomas the 4th in August. XOXO T

Hi blogspot....its been a year...literally.

Well I've obviously slacked in blogging in the last year. But I want to pick it back up because life has changed so much and more exciting things will be happening. In the last year I have bought my first home, graduated from ISU and began my career. I’ve been very successful and I’ve made many accomplishments. I really am very proud of myself. I couldn’t have done with out my amazing support team I had this last summer, my family & work family. I found my way back home..and by that I mean me and teej got back together. We both were heartbroken when we ended things and kept trying but it never just quite worked out but this last time for some reason it worked. And I finally feel whole again. He truly is my other half and best friend. I feel so blessed to have someone that loves me as much as he does. He does so much for me, he’s incredible. Also in the last year I lost my best friend of 10 years, my Scout. That was by far one of the toughest things that has happened to me in the last year. I spent half of my life with that dog. And some people didn’t understand why I was so upset but dogs do become part of your family. Right after he died I said, “I never want a dog again!” This isn’t like me. I am such a dog lover and really could never picture my life without one but I was so heartbroken I couldn’t imagine my life without scout. So a month or so passed and one day I looked at TJ and said, “I am ready for another dog.” I got on good ole craigslist and found an add for a mastador/greatdane mix pup for $60. This was it. I knew it. We drove a little past Blackfoot to meet the pups. There was only one left, a boy. He was the fattest and biggest of them all. TJ picked up and said he’s the one Tay. I was hesitant. I didn’t feel it right away like he did. But after playing with him for several minutes we paid for him and would be back to get him in a week or so. (he wasn’t quite ready to leave mama) The excitement killed me! Waiting a week was so tough. I got a text that said “your pup is ready to pick up!” And from then on me and Bosley have literally been a perfect pair. A week after we brought him home me and Teej broke up. I took the dog. We clicked instantly I knew he was a dog made for me. Come to find out later Bos was born on the day Scout died. And I have said from day one that he was sent to me from Scout. He reminds me so much of him. I was blessed with another great friend. He is my gentle giant and he has been through quite a bit with me. Every single day he reminds me of my first love. After TJ and I broke up I swallowed my pride and moved back home with my parents. We had been house shopping and found one we liked, made an offer, and won. We broke up shortly after that. I thought for a month during the whole closing process and on the day before closing I backed out of buying the house. So there I was on another journey, finding a new home. At this time I had started school at ISU in the summer Mon-Fri and working on top of that. I would rush to see houses on my lunch break. After several frustrating months I found my home. It hadn’t even went on the market yet when my realtor called me and said “I really think you will love this house and they are putting it on the market tomorrow” So the next day on my lunch break I rushed to see this house and fell in love. I finally got that feeling everyone said I would get when I found the one. I made an offer and it got accepted that night. It was all mine. So Bos and I started packing our bags. Moving, school full time and working is hard mix. I just now am finally all unpacked. I graduated in July and started working as a Nail Technician at Studio 145 in September after all my finals and state exams were finished. It has been such a crazy road. I started working at Studio 145 in March after a job ended badly. I posted on Facebook “Need a job..like yesterday.” One thing led to another and I started the very next day as a receptionist. At this point I had just moved home from Twin Falls where I was going to CSI and was taking a semester off while I thought about what I wanted to go into. I instantly fell in love with the environment. People ask me if its hard working in a salon with all the drama and cattiness. No! Its not at all. My wonderful and so talented boss has created an environment where we are family. I love every single girl I work with they all take care of me. It’s just what we do. I knew from the very beginning I wanted to stay here for a very long time. So after a while I made the decision to go to ISU for the Nail Tech program. I remember getting accepted..I literally screamed ran around the house and started jumping on the bed like I was 7 years old again. After 3 short months I was done with school and finally began to build my career. Several people say things to me like “when you go back to school” or “real career” This is a career. If you are passionate about what you do, no matter what it is you can go far. I was blessed with literally the best mentor I could ask for as well. She has to take a lot of the credit for my success. I still have a long way to go but it amazes me how quickly my life changed from being receptionist to nail tech. For the first time in my life I could actually support myself 100% on my own. That was a great feeling. And it just gets better and better. Not to mention I love going to work every day. I enjoy what I do. I look forward to seeing my clients. This is what I was meant to do. At 19 years old I am in a great place in my life. Some say I’m a little ahead of the game but I like it that way. I’ve always been an old soul and been older than I really am. I feel so blessed for everything I have and have accomplished so far in my life, but most of all the amazing people that have helped get me to where I am at. Sorry for the novel..its been a busy year. XOXO tay

scout the miracle pup

On my moms birthday we thought we were going to lose our Scout. The night before I came up to say good-bye to him because my mom didnt think he would make it through but he made it through the night and went to the vet early that morning. The vet told us he had a tumor in him that had erupted and he went into immediate surgery. He recovered great! He had to stay in the hospital for several days but he is home now and happy as can be. He looks so much better. I am so glad he is still with us.

right after he got out of surgery

the light colored bean is his kidney, and the rest is the tumor that burst on it.

shaved for his IVs

Thank you every one who kept him in his prayers. He is a miracle.

my teej

I just have to post about how truely blessed I am. I will never be able to thank God enough for the man He placed into my life. TJ is my best friend, has been since 2007. We have our problems like everyone, but they way we bounce back from our fights is great! We have put each other through a lot and have had many ups and downs. We go right back to being best friends and don't hold any grudges. I am a lot to put up with it and he does that and then some. I can't count all the times since we meant that he has held me while I cried. He always gives me the best advice and sometimes he just listens. He is always willing to do anything for me and always wants a smile on my face. He is one of the greatest men I've met. I can't believe how lucky I have gotten and I will brag all I want.
I had to post about how great he is. I love my TJ :)