Conversations with a Conservative

I always knew that I would want to find out the gender of my babies before they were born - that is just my jam.  Mostly I wanted to find out because I know my weird self and if I bonded with said baby for nine months thinking "it" was a boy and then instead "it" was a she, I knew it would mess with my mind.  Now having actually been pregnant, maybe that wouldn't be the case because I clearly didn't know Dean was a boy until 20 weeks, but I also loved being able to talk to him the rest of the pregnancy and call him by his name. All of that to say, I always thought I would want to create and elaborate, gender specific nursery, until we renovated two houses and I painted more walls than I care to remember.  So one night before we knew Dean was a Dean, I was laying in bed and made the declaration that our nursery would be fairly gender neutral.  We knew we would always want to use that room for the nursery because it is across the hall from our room and the s...

Our 200th conversation!!! That is all the fanfare you get.  It should be something big, but today is a rough one.  I am beyond sleep deprived and although I originally was going to try and write something witty about how sleep deprived I am, and that my baby doesn't sleep, blah, blah, blah - I would probably just get too whiny.  Luckily, I went back and re-read something I wrote just a few days ago and need to re-post it for myself: Okay, now you can slap me for complaining because here is what I know:  God is good/great/enough - HE is all I need.  HE gave me an amazing husband that has been so supportive through life and loves me even at my worse.  HE gave me an incredible baby that just lights up my world, and I know there are so many out there longing for one of their own.  These are the days when I need to cling to God harder because I am weak and about to break on my own, but He is sufficient.  He is enough.  He will uphold me. God...

So I don't want this blog to solely be all about baby, but let's be honest, that is pretty much my life right now (unless you want to hear about the super exciting and glamorous life of a city transportation engineer...yeah I heard the that pin drop, too). Anyway, I will still try to share at least about other things in my life than just inundate you with amazing pictures of my adorable son: Yeah, that's him exploring the ever popular metal mixing bowl :) Okay, was it really so bad that I subjected you to a cute picture of baby? Now onto the meat of this post...baby bags.  Some of you may know and/or remember that I have a weakness for purses.  I have had since probably the day I was born.  My grandparents used to take us Easter dress shopping every year when we were little, and I can remember two years in particular all I wanted was a purse.  I also remember a shopping trip to a mall in Oklahoma City (because that was big time shopping back in the day for m...

Hello?  Is this thing on?  Anyone out there? Probably not.  Let's be honest...you all probably thought I died or something.  Okay, I might be being a bit dramatic, but I really fell off this blogging thing.  I actually had really decided to just quit for now.  I was/am cool with that because when I started blogging I had a lot more free time, but then I realized today that I was needing an outlet for thoughts.  There is only so much you can/should post of Facebook before it looks like you are trying to get pity and since I maybe have 1.5 readers left you can easily ignore my ramblings if you so choose. Guilt.  Oh the ways that feeling encompasses so much of my life these days as a mother.  It is horrible, not what God wants for me, yet I just can't seem to shake it.  Let me just say - motherhood is hard.  Would I change it?  No way.  Do I feel overwhelmed, exhausted and inadequate most days?  Yep. I think this i...