Life with Dudes Never Looked So Pretty
Baby Baking is a weekly pregnancy series written almost entirely by our pregnant writer, Vanessa. Note, official DudeMom is not, now or ever again, expecting a baby. Hi, it’s been awhile. Things are getting better. I may have finally rounded the corner of this “morning sickness.” I went all of week 28 without puking. This is huge! Amazing! Awesome! No idea how I made it
At 21 weeks your baby is the size of a carrot… And people take it upon themselves to say really ridiculous things to you. 10 Things Not to Say to Pregnant Women (based entirely on things people have really said to pregnant women) 1. “Daaaaang, you got big fast!” –Vanessa, Baby Baking 2. “Man, you look so different I wouldn’t have even recognized you. Your
Baby Baking is a weekly pregnancy series written almost entirely by our pregnant writer, Vanessa. Note, official DudeMom is not, now or ever again, expecting a baby. Half way through this pregnancy and we went in for the 20 week ultrasound. The one where they check for all of the important stuff: 10 fingers, 10 toes, good looking heart, vagina. We got a ton of
Baby Baking is a weekly pregnancy series written almost entirely by our pregnant writer, Vanessa. Note, official DudeMom is not, now or ever again, expecting a baby. Most of my friends already have kids. Multiple children. Most of them school aged. They had their kids in their 20s (or before!) just like I thought I would, but things didn’t turn out that way. I spent
Baby Baking is a weekly pregnancy series written almost entirely by our pregnant writer, Vanessa. Note, official DudeMom is not, now or ever again, expecting a baby. Before I got pregnant I thought I would avoid those maternity pants with the over the belly panels. I mean, they make cute under the belly cuts now. And why do I need my pants tucked under my
Baby Baking is a weekly pregnancy series written almost entirely by our pregnant writer, Vanessa. Note, official DudeMom is not, now or ever, expecting a baby. I was a horrible pregnancy historian. Few photos. No journal. Basically nothing to look back on but a few miserable photos, a book of ultrasound snaps and the thick middle I’ve never been able to truly shake. I’m encouraging
Before I got pregnant I had all these ideas and expectations on what kind of pregnant woman I’d be. I’d eat healthy and exercise daily (motivated by the baby of course). I’d get the house in order and make curtains for the nursery and find the perfect pediatrician and I’d still be social and hangout with friends, and, and, and I’ve done none of that.
I feel like this baby wants me dead. I’ve been sick since conception. Throwing up steady for the last 12 weeks. Four to six times a day. Every. Single. Day. To say it’s been rough is an understatement. There are times when mustering up the energy to leave the house takes everything I’ve got, which makes going to work especially hard. Because instead of thinking
Before anyone goes crazy, I. AM NOT. PREGNANT. I burned down the Dude making factory years ago. But, BFF is! And, I’ve hired her coerced her into joining my blog family to breathe some baby on it so that all of you new moms, about to be moms, and moms who like reading about moms can get some fresh tidbits of awesome up in here.
