Pregnancy, Moving, and a Shower!

Long time, no write. It has been so hectic these past couple of months. Caleb, first and foremost, went to California and we were away from each other for two months which was incredibly hard and extremely draining. He stayed with his parents to save up some money for our new place and to pay off some bills, while I stayed with my mom and her boyfriend back in Texas. It was a definite test of strength in those months; being pregnant exasperated my loneliness and I just felt miserable until he came home.


Once Caleb came back to Texas, we made plans to start looking for a home near Austin so that he could attend Austin Community College and use his GI bill to earn his degree. We struggled for a couple of weeks on figuring out what we would be able to do, but with lots of prayers we finally found the perfect duplex and things have fallen (or have been shoved) into place. We are now slowly settling into our new community and have found some great friends through our church. It’s hard not to over worry about getting all our ducks in a row before the baby is born, but were doing our best to just have faith that everything will work out for us and that God will provide for us and our child.

Once we get everything unpacked and set up, I’ll take pictures of each room (especially the nursery!) and document my experience with moving while 32 weeks pregnant (MAN! Has it been absolutely draining). We are only down to a handful of boxes and a couple of rooms need some extra tidying, but we are making progress and I am hopeful we will have our house completed before the baby’s arrival.


Another extremely exciting event happened this past Saturday; our baby shower! We headed down to Waco and had the cutest summer “Let’s Flamingle” themed shower at a little café branch of a downtown bakery called Olive Branch Express. My mother-in-law hosted this wonderful blue-and-pink shower with the decorating help of my aunt and what a perfect turnout it was!


We had a great time catching up with family and opening presents for our little squish as we call him/her. We are extremely blessed by the love surrounding our baby. I know that  they will be completely loved by us, our families, and our church family. Thirty-four days left and anxiously counting to meet you little one. We do have names picked out, but are waiting to announce until we know if the baby is a girl or boy, so shortly after birth!


I can’t believe how fast this pregnancy has gone for me. There are times where it feels like it’s going so slow and I just get overwhelmed because baby is riding up into my lungs and I feel like I can’t breathe, but really it’s been like a blink of the eye. Here we are 35 weeks into this baby-baking business and trying our best to manage birthing classes, learn cloth diapering, breastfeeding, and the ins and outs of infant raising!

I can’t wait to meet our little blessing and once we have everything  unpacked and put aways, I will be ready for them to enter the world! I’m so blessed to have had a healthy pregnancy. I’ve had hip and back pain, but I’ve managed to push through it and focus on the bigger picture. We’ve gotten this far with no gestational diabetes, great blood work, and good blood pressure with minimal complications. GOD is great in his many miracles.


Much love and here’s to next time!




This past weekend Caleb, myself, and the girls (pugs) went to Schertz, Texas to visit my aunt Cindy and uncle Ron. They luckily are located wonderfully, near San Antonio and New Braunfels both, so there is always a lot to do around their home. After a restless night (I only got about four hours of sleep!), we went to my aunt and uncle’s favorite location: Gruene Historic Location in New Braunfels on Saturday. We indulged in wine tasting at the Grapevine (I got a glass of Fiesta Skinny Dippin’ – “Produced in Bend, TX. Refreshing sweet white wine with the strong flavor of crisp green apple and hints of peach“), antique shopping at the Gruene Antique Company, and buying salsa at the Gruene General Store. Other than having a case of the allergies and minimal pain, things were going well until I went into the antique shop.

My aunt and I have always bonded over antique shopping and I found a number of adorable kewpies (I collect Kewpies!) and other treasures while browsing at the Gruene Antique Company. Caleb even bought me a little kewpie figurine, that I fell in love with, making me one happy girl! I came across some turquoise rings in the corner of the shop, turquoise is my favorite stone and I own a couple of beautiful rings. The vendors selling them, however, were the opposite of their rings. They were an ignorant elderly couple that decided to talk crap about me as I began walking off. “I wouldn’t sell to her anyways, I don’t like her”, the man whispered to his wife.  Based on the sole purpose that I have tattoos, I am a target for hateful ignorance. Anyone who knows me, know that I am most kind to everyone I meet. I’m respectful, especially to older individuals, because that was the way I was raised. I felt a bit broken as I had a flashback to my days as a adolescent constantly being judged on my appearance.

I confided in Caleb my pain and he began shaking in anger. He marched right back over to the rings and decided to stare the old man down. I have overcome so much to be set back with hate. If they knew an ounce of what I go through on a daily basis, maybe they wouldn’t be so quick to judge. I was in shock. Apparently my money is no good with the turquoise vendors because of my tattoos…?  My body shape wasn’t the target this time, but my feelings still took a hit. I tried to brush it off, but the rest of the day I became paranoid about people looking at me and I had wished I had dressed differently. I became self conscious and thought if only I wore my jeans with my tank top/kimono combo, but then I would have been hot and I shouldn’t have to feel this way about myself. Why do others judge so harshly on looks and appearance. So what I have tattoos? Does that make me a bad person? Does that make me unworthy of purchasing THEIR rings? I tried to brush it off and get on with the day, but the discrimination lingered with me for the rest of the trip. If you have tattoos, do you ever experience ignorance at its finest?

After the ordeal, we ate at the Gristmill River Restaurant and Bar, enjoyed the beautiful river view, and enjoyed exploring the shops of Gruene.

The weekend was pleasant because we were with family, although I found that a lot of people around that area were rude to Caleb and I for no apparent reason (our interracial relationship? our tattoos? Caleb’s race?). I won’t even get started on the restaurant horror that happened on the following day. Long story short rude owner, over an hour wait, no service, and excuse after excuse.

Hope you all have a wonderful week!