Ask and you shall receive!

Yesterday I had a few requests via Instagram for a complete registry guide for baby. I then took to stories to poll your interest, and an overwhelming majority of ya’ll wanted to see my picks over here on the blog.

So here we go!

This coming weekend my sweet mama will be throwing a little sprinkle for me and baby number two, and I can’t wait to celebrate our happy miracle with some of our closest friends and family from across the country.

Over the past few weeks, I’ve gotten a lot of requests for a registry for the event; but, truthfully, being that this is our second girl, there isn’t a whole lot we need this time around.

If you’ve seen my walking around town in jeans lately, then you may have seen my walking around town in jeans pulling them up over my pregnant behind every .5 seconds. It’s sad, and annoying, but true: Maternity jeans are not my friend. 99% of the time.

And I have tried on A LOT of them. 

Twenty weeks and we’re half way there! 
It feels like it was just last week that we found out the unbelievable news; it’s going by so quickly this time, and yet there’s still so far to go. I forgot you’re basically pregnant for a year.

I didn’t have Lilies and Lambs when I was pregnant with MM, and as a result I didn’t document really any part of those nine months- in pictures or words. So there’s little in terms of physical memories of that part of our journey. 

Who’s ready for Happy Hour? 

Spring is here, meaning beach nights and BBQ’s are just around the corner. And if I’m being honest, I’m a little sad about missing rosé season pretty much in its entirety this year. When I was pregnant with MM I didn’t think about having a drink once. But this time around, I’ve missed a weekend margarita here and there.

When I first became pregnant with Maddie I remember heading to the bookstore and stocking up on all the pregnancy books.

It was in one such book, I believe it was Alicia Silverstone’s The Kind Mama, where some of my crazy pregnancy anxieties began. Now, in general this book, along with all the others I bought that day, was insightful; and gave some good advice. But it also introduced me to a host of things that I should avoid that I had never really thought about before. And it sent me into a bit of a tizzy.

There's something about celebrating the holidays with a baby that makes them so magically exciting again. Although I continued holiday traditions in my adult life- hanging stockings, watching Home Alone {incessantly}, mass on Christmas Eve- there's just a new excitement that comes with Christmas with a little one.