Outfit Details
overalls: belk I bodysuit: shein I sunglasses: quay I sandals: tory burch
Anddd I am back. I used to put this pressure on myself to have two blog posts up a week, but then I realized it is okay to take a break from time to time. Especially when you really don’t think you have anything interesting to say. I have learned that most of the time it is better just to not say anything at all.
The reality is that this pregnancy has been kicking my butt. I have gained more weight quicker than I care to admit. I have no motivation to do really anything, working out has been hard, and I am pretty much sick all of the time. My poor husband has had to pick up so much of the slack and my child sees me sleep a lot.
I understand there are many women that would kill to have these problems and be preparing to welcome a little bundle of joy, but I have always said that I am not here to sugar coat things. I am not a person who is cut out to be pregnant. My body doesn’t favor it and it is a hard 40 weeks. Most of the time I feel like a bad wife and mother who can’t take care of everything like she is supposed to do.
The reason for writing this post is not for me to complain, but instead to show that not everyone’s experience is all sunshine and rainbows. Most of the time I have clothes stacked in the guest room or our master bedroom waiting to be shot or sold. I have barely cooked any meals the past 18 weeks and my son has eaten more frozen dinners than ever before. My closet is always a wreck and there are products scattered all over the bathroom counter.
I apologize daily to my husband and my son for the lack of duties I have completed in the last five months. H always tells me that it is okay and none of that matters but I know deep down he would love a decent meal and a clean bathroom. I am always hard on myself to be the best and maybe God is using this as a lesson. A lesson to slow down and realize I need to savor the moments with them before we become a family of five. (Can’t forget about Ace)
So when you see all the pretty outfits, styled photos, and the perfectly curated front porches full of pumpkins on the internet, remember that deep down they are probably struggling with something. Here I am in my messy, pregnant coach’s wife, struggling everyday glory. There is nothing hidden here!
