• I freaked a bit when I had a braxton hicks contraction and remembered that the day I was in labor with Dessa I had the same urge to go to Target.  I got mildly worried I was going through some kind of subconscious act of laboring in Target and wondered if I’d be able to drive myself home if I really did start contracting.  I needn’t have worried, I’m still not in labor.
• I realized I am way, super far detached from menstrual trends. I’ve been an Always kind of girl and a Tampax chick but even my trusted brands don’t look familiar to me anymore. I bought some Always Infinity type thing which I’m not even quite sure if it’s a pantyliner or an actual pad pad.  So confusing.  I admit to buying a package of depends as well.
• I discovered half way through my shopping that I could walk really comfortably if I hunched over the shopping cart handle; it felt like I was relaxing on my exercise ball.  I can only imagine what folks must have thought seeing this whale of a lady hunchbacking it throughout the store.
• I’m so pregnant at this point I can’t even enjoy an evening of shopping by myself.  Not complaining but I was hoping to feel a bit more exhilirated at going to Target solo for a bit.  Unfortunately, aching joints, sleepiness and fatigue all beat out any kind of shopping excitement.
• I realized that since becoming a mom, I don’t go out at night as often.  With Dessa’s bedtime early in the evening, usually sometime around 7pm, we plan most regular nights to have time to unwind at home before diving into the bedtime routine.  So as I left our home at 9pm, I noticed something I’d call grown up awareness I’d never known before.  Gone is the carefree city girl who would galavant around town into the wee hours of the morning, here it seems is the adult version of that city girl who is cautious and weary of leaving the house too late.  It was weird to recognize this kind of loss of freedom and independence.  Granted it probably also has something to do with parenthood and how much more aware it makes you of the frailty of life but nonetheless I miss the old city girl sometimes.

Who’d have thought a trip to Target could be so enlightening?

-I love when I forget about a childhood favorite and then a blog so kindly reminds me of it.  I’m on the hunt now for one of these.

-I’m totally flipping out over this adorable doll.  If only I could sew.

-I’m not about big extravagent gifts for Mother’s Day (any holiday really) but I adore thoughtful gifts with lots of meaning.  This would be perfect but I refuse to jinx anything by putting baby #2′s name on anything before she actually arrives.

-I’m not sure how or when but I have a mild obsession with tape, yes tape.

-A wonderful look at marriage – honest and heartfelt.

Happy Lazy Sunday =)

This blog oh mine has been ever so neglected since I started twittering.  I can’t pull myself away sometimes.  But I’m giving myself a deadline of getting this blog back into tip top shape by lover’s day which is in less than a week.  Tonight was probably one of the hardest nights to tear myself away, not because of great conversation, but because tweeps were posting awesome links!

And here are the3 reasons I’m so glad I’m on Twitter tonight -

Thanks to @phdinparenting for  sharing an awesome video from the classic Mr. Rogers.  Made me all warm and fuzzy.  The dude rocks hard!

Thanks to @MamasWorldwide for getting me pumped about nursing the baby in my belly.  Just have to wait about a month until the boobs get back to normal size after delivery!

Thanks to @Blacktating for posting this great video of one of my favorite Latinas.  Breastfeeding is kick ass =)

Ok, now back to getting this blog back into shape.  We return to your regularly scheduled programing…

On the road to the shoot

Just before Christmas, I got the proofs from my photo shoot at Latina.  Now I’m not going to lie, I was extremely excited.  I knew it wasn’t going to be like all glamorous and stuff, make up people or wardrobe people or being primped and beautified or anything like that.  That was fine with me, I just felt pretty cool going to anything called a photo shoot.  Dessa looked gorgeous as always, no smiles for a single shot but angelic and perfect.

Mama, on the other hand, a hot mess.  I did my make-up but since I’m no expert my skin looks awful.  Even though it’s a mami blog about being a parent and being pregnant, I feel like I look more beer gutted than pregnant.  I spent some time straightening my hair and as forgetful as always I didn’t take out my hair clip.  Can you tell I love them?  Right.

I have to go through all 39 of them and pick one or two top favorites.  All I can think is why did they have to decide to do this when I’m pregnant?  On the up side, it’s nice to have some pictures of Dessa and I.  We have a billion and one of J and her but maybe a whopping 5 of her and I since the day she was born.  I’m a camera freak and J, well, I’m still training him =)