it's pretty much whatever.
I’m thirty-one weeks pregnant. When we went in for our checkup this week (on Monday), I measured 31 cm — which, after a quick Google search, seems pretty standard. Nothing too exciting on that front! Unless Lil’ Critter starts gaining…
Y’all ready for some easy vegan apple pie dumplings that will make even the Paula Deen-est of “real” butter lovers squeal? You’re in luck. It turns out, when I’m pregnant, I want all of the cinnamon. Okay, okay, I can’t even lie…
AAAAHHHH, it’s November. You know what could happen in November? A HUMAN. *gulp* stay cooking, Lil’ Critter, it’s not quite time yet (but if you wanna come before the new year, that would be alright, my tiny little tax haven). It feels…
I am thirty weeks pregnant. This kid is 75% of the way cooked. If it was a turkey, it would still give me the worms if I ate it, so I hope it continues to bake away, but as someone…
Happy 29 weeks, I made it to two-a-days! Well, two-a-months, anyway. I’m to the point in this pregnancy that I have an appointment with my doctor every two weeks. At this week’s appointment, I learned a few things: What the…
Welcome to the third trimester. Uh, what. I wondered in the beginning whether this would fly by, or if it would linger on for what seems like two years, like an elephant’s pregnancy (or Jessica Simpson’s). I’ve found it to…
We’re labeling the last seven days as “The Lost Week,” so my apologies to my Dumplin’ if he/she ever reads this and thinks I spent all of an entire week complaining (I did, but whatever). If you’ve watched my Instagram…
