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Baby Martian // Week 28 {!!!}

It. has. been. a minute. and by minute, I mean like a MONTH!! We were scrambling to get things ready for Nashville, then we were in Nashville, THEN we were catching up from being in Nashville. So we’ve got a lot to catch up on!

please ignore my hair. I slept in braids, and this is a cause/effect demonstration of that.Β 

During week 24, I had this mild freak-out where I realized I hadn’t felt the baby move in 24 hours. I KNOW that it was before the worry about that period PLUS I have an anterior placenta, but this baby has been so consistent about her movements that I felt like something was just OFF.

We ended up going to labor and delivery where Justen had to answer all the questions for me because I was almost in tears. Turns out I was probably just dehydrated, so that’s cool. Everything was completely fine. One of the nurses welcomed me to being a mom. I told her I wasn’t expecting all this worry to start so soon, haha.

The nurse said that if we were further along, they’d look for a rise in the baby’s heartbeat every so often (IDK you guys I was just so freaked out and then relieved I hardly remember anything) but they wouldn’t look for it because we weren’t far enough along. Then she looked at the fetal heartbeat monitor print out and went “oh! but there it is! You’ve got an overachiever!” which is 100% Justen.

They performed an ultrasound in which they said she was overdramatic because of the way she kept turning her back whenever they tried to snap a picture of her face. That’s 100% me. We saw her practicing her breathing, which was my favorite part.

So yeah. Here’s a picture of our little overdramatic overachiever from that day:

That’s pretty much the biggest event that’s happened while I’ve been quiet.

While in Nashville, I did develop a little melanoma melasma (CORRECTION!) , which are dark spots on your face. They’re around the outside edges of my eyes as you can see in this really flattering picture:

People keep reassuring me that it’s not noticeable and will go away, but I’m honestly not that concerned about it. I’m so grateful that everything has been (relatively) uneventful and low-risk so I’m fine with a surface, cosmetic change. Plus it gives character πŸ˜‰

A few more uneventful weeks and here we are at Week 28. I can see my stomach move, my hips are starting to hurt a little bit, and I did the biggest, most grown up maternal thing I’ve ever done.

We had to switch insurance. After being without insurance for a month, I bravely went to an all new office and saw an all new person… just for her to tell me she’s leaving in August. Here’s the thing: sometimes you are brave and go places you’ve never gone before and then other times you sit in your car crying for 20 minutes because you’re going to have to keep doing this whole new person thing over and over.

I took my glucose test, which is just a bummer because after not eating for 8 hours, they were 45 minutes late administering the test. I took a TDAP vaccine in my left arm so chose my right arm for the 3 blood draws and when the lady said my arm(s) would probably be sore, I tried to get her to tell me I won’t be able to do dishes. But she wouldn’t say that. The audacity of some people.

This week, we’re putting all the baby’s stuff together. We ordered a crib and changing table… y’all I am dying how cute are they…?

SO ANYWAY, we ordered those and we’ve started brainstorming where to put this baby and this weekend we’re rearranging our room to accommodate our tiny addition. I’m really excited. I decided I’d go ahead and get a head start and do what I can, and this is as far as I got:

I put the changing pad cover on. LOL. I guess maybe the nesting thing is finally starting to kick in since I’ll actually be able to do something, though last weekend we spent half of Saturday cleaning our apartment. I cleaned our diffusers and I went ahead and had a party with my new dymo label maker. Also a year ago if I tried to take a picture and my stomach was photobombing it, I would have been so ashamed and now I’m like “THERE’S AN ACTUAL HUMAN BEING IN THERE WHAT SORCERY IS THIS”

So this is 28 weeks. Homegirl has a high rate of survival should she come early, and that has been the spot I’ve been living for. I know it’s not quite the home stretch, but I (hypothetically) breathe a little easier. Hypothetically because I tried walking to the Farmers Market while on the phone with my dad and he asked what was wrong because I was so out of breath.

What a ride this is, y’all.

Baby Martian // Week 23
Baby Martian // Week 22
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Baby Martian // Week 23

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It’s still really funny and kind of weird to me that I’m doing the whole week by week photos of my pregnancy thing.

I’ve been deep into Pinterest trying to find an actual format for pregnancy update blog posts and wouldntchya know… there isn’t one. πŸ™‚ So I guess I’ll just figure out what I want to share and make my own… which is what everyone appears to be doing, hence the lack of actual consistent format.

ps we’re missing an exclamation point but we are excited! the next day as I walked up the stairs to our apartment, I found the ! laying on the ground.. it had fallen off, haha.Β 

New Things

This past week, Justen and I both felt her kick from the outside. I’d noticed that she was moving around pretty aggressively so I put my hand on the part I was feeling movement and y’all I LOST MY MIND because the next time I felt her inside AND against my hand. So while we sat there watching YouTube videos of the newly opened Star Wars Land, I held Justen’s hand against my stomach until he felt her.

Now I’m obsessed with that and every night I lay in bed trying to feel her. It happened one more time and I got so excited. I have no chill with this baby, y’all. Just look at our fridge. No chill:


Last week I’d gained a pound, making my pregnancy weight gain -6 lbs. This week I’d lost a few ounces, so my pregnancy weight gain is around -6.5 lbs. I know that in a few months that number will go up as I put on literal baby weight, so having the wiggle room to grow a baby and still be within the recommended 10 pound weight gain is comforting. Also, I’m not trying to lose weight. It’s just happening.


In addition to what I believe are normal worries (is she okay? is she still alive? will she be born too early? will I be an okay mom? etc), Justen and I are without insurance for the month of June. The insurance from his last job covered us through May 31st and his new job’s insurance will kick in on July 1st, but I’m hyper aware of everything. As people in my Facebook groups go into early labor, get diagnosed with preeclampsia (which I have a high risk for) or lose their babies, I am fearful that any and all of these might happen to me and I’ll be gun-shy to get help because of a lack of insurance. I can’t wait for July.

Happy Things

They finished fixing the roof in our apartment, which means soon they’ll fix our ceiling and then we can buy a crib. I’ll be sitting next to it sobbing, don’t worry.

I wrote her full name down on a piece of paper for the first time.

Acquired Things

I spend a lot of time in Goodwill, in case ya didn’t know. I’ve been finding some cool things there, so I’ll start sharing what I’ve found. I’ve found boxes of Honest Diapers for $10 each (they’re normally $26!) and a $15 baby blanket we wanted for $4. To say that I’m excited to share is an understatement πŸ™‚

I’m a ball of emotions, and after a really struggly first trimester I’m just so excited to feel so much whole-hearted excitement for this tiny human inside of me that will become a part of our family FOREVER. That’s a long time, lol.

PS our normal picture taking spot had REALLY WEIRD shadows (it was a sunny evening for the first time in forever) so we had to relocate, but look at the past month’s change! I literally had Justen take the picture in different angles because I looked fat. He corrected me and said I actually just look pregnant.Β 

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Baby Martian // Week 22

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Baby Martian // Week 22

Shout out to Baby Martian for hitting a huge milestone: homegirl is officially a pound this week, according to the internet.

We missed a photo last week because I was out of town, and then we realized.. if we just skipped week 21, we could actually take a picture of week 22 on the first day of week 22. Prior to getting pregnant, I didn’t realize how you don’t just count months, you count weeks and even DAYS.

Today I was walking and caught my reflection in the mirror and said “oh wow, I actually really look pregnant.” and I’ve noticed that I started doing that thing pregnant women do where they walk around with their hand on top of their stomachs.

Aside from looking rounder, still having less of an appetite, and disturbingly vivid dreams, I’m still experiencing a fairly asymptomatic pregnancy.

Oh. Except. I CANNOT STAND the smell of body gas/fluid/feces/etc. Like if I use a bathroom after someone who pooped like 30 minutes before, I’ll start gagging and want to puke/die/run/etc. Not that I loved the smell of lingering crap, but my body didn’t used to respond like this!

Over the past two weeks, I’ve gained a pound. I’m still down 6 pounds from my first weigh in.

I feel her squirming every so often, more consistently after I eat food. also she got really active while we were watching the new Aladdin the other day.

I wonder what she looks like. Most babies look the exact same to me, but what color will her hair be? Will she have birth marks, and where? Will her ears stick out a lot? Will she have a bunch of little rolls on her legs and arms?

There’s a lot that’s allowing me to be patient. Our bedroom ceiling is still leaking, so we haven’t bought a crib or anything. We’re kind of evaluating if this is the best place for us and our tiny human to live when she gets here. We need to figure that out (we’re working on it!). I’m overwhelmed by the whole stroller/car seat thing (HELP! WHAT IS EASY AND SIMPLE?).

and I’m cherishing the remaining moments of Justen and Stephanie Martian. By the end of the year, we’ll be a party of 3, a family unit that includes a Mr, a Mrs and a baby. We will never experience life just the two of us ever again. I’m cool with that, but I’m just soaking it all in. We learned one another and chose each other and we’re about to add an unknown person to our mix. For the rest of our lives. It’s a lot. It’s really heavy feeling some days.

But I’m grateful for the chance to be patient. I know there will come a point where the crib is set up, the car seat is installed, the bag is packed, and I will be struggling to enjoy the countdown.

The Martians are over here patiently, excitedly and nervously awaiting the invasion of our Baby Martian.

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Baby Martian: Week 20

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On Week 19, Day 1, we went to an anatomy scan for our growing little coffee bean. I was anxious to find out what’s between its little legs. It started with measure all of our baby’s growing little body parts. The brain, the heart, spine, legs, and so on and so forth. I watched their little legs move and kick and in that moment I didn’t care if they were ultimately an innie or an outie (IF YOU GET WHAT I MEAN) because I just was so happy they were alive and moving.

Week 19 Anatomy Scan! It’s a GIRL!
Sandals / Dress / Similar jacketΒ 

Up until that moment, I’d felt kind of disconnected from the pregnancy. If y’all remember, I’d been referring to it as a medical condition. But seeing our baby MOVING literally changed everything.

A few days later, I found myself at Disneyland with my mom. I was changing into my pajamas and noticed that my stomach – which is normally really squishy – had started feeling harder. I KNOW I haven’t done any ab work outs in the past 4 years, so I started getting excited that maybe my body was starting to FEEL pregnant.

When I got home, Justen commented that I looked like I was developing a bit of a bump. I commented back “oh, instead of just being regular fat?” he didn’t agree with that since he’s a gentleman. But it’s true, I mostly look in the mirror and feel like I LOOK the same.

I’ve been constantly looking up “overweight pregnancy week ______” (whichever week I’ve been in) to get a realistic idea of what other people looked like who started their pregnancy overweight.

Then I thought… you know what, I’ll go ahead and share the last half of this pregnancy in case it helps other people feel less alone or secret about what’s going on with their body!

Baby Martian: Week 20

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Shoes // Similar Dress // Similar cardigan

Justen told me to look excited, which I thought I did well. Also, I was consciously telling myself to not curl up my left hand fingers to prove that they’re normal length, but alas… I was too busy being excited. I decided that I’ll wear this same outfit every week because I always wonder about the inconsistency between outfits.

And full disclosure: I decided to wear my trusty Spanx. Mostly because I read that Spanx during pregnancy is okay (yeah I looked it up) and because I’m a little bit extra.

Here’s a rundown on what I’ve learned the first half of my overweight pregnancy:
  • Everyone thinks you’re showing and glowing when you know it’s just years of excessive Oreo eating.
  • It can be hard when everyone on message boards is posting their cute little baby bumps and you’re still looking down and seeing the same ol’ thing.
  • I’ve LOST weight (7 pounds) since I first got pregnant. I’ve been eating until I’m full (my doctor asked if my weight loss was the result of eating healthier and I didn’t have the heart to tell her I’d had a blizzard the day before and coffee cake for breakfast) but I just don’t have much of an appetite. It’s not an aversion, I’m just never that hungry.
  • Emotionally it’s hard to suddenly have everyone really concerned with a part of your body you’re really insecure about.

Our little coffee bean is healthy and active. Although my medical record lists my ongoing medical conditions as “Supervision High Risk Pregnancy” because of “Severe Obesity In Pregnancy” (ouch), my body is still able to grow and care for a little growing human being.

The past few years have been emotionally trying for me. Seeing those conditions listed for me kind of gave me a huge wake up call. Right now I’m just focused on letting my body rest when it needs, fueling it as best as I can (beyond blizzards and coffee cake, ok?), and having grace for myself. But after my body brings our baby into the world, I’m re-evaluating how I’ve been treating it (the aforementioned excessive Oreo eating) and making some changes.

For now? It’s not only my home, but also home to the coolest miracle I’ve ever been a part of. Thanks you body, overweight and all.

overweight pregnancy week 20


PS. I hate when people do this sort of thing as a pregnancy announcement. Thankfully this isn’t a pregnancy announcement.

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Baby Spanx bump

Here’s something crazy: right now, I’m creeping up on being HALFWAY THROUGH my pregnancy. There are a lot of feelings to dive into with that, but let me start by sharing this:

Being overweight and pregnant is a super weird experience.Β 

After years of struggling with my weight, I found myself at my highest weight when I got married. Then I went ahead and topped that and hit my highest weight when I found out that I was pregnant.

When I was younger and I imagined getting married and starting a family and such, I would imagine that by then I’d have my life together. I’d eat so many vegetables every day and like exercising. I’d love being in pictures with my person and then people and my hair would most likely always be brushed.


SO ANYWAY, now that I’ve set the stage.

I’m a part of all of these pregnancy forums and I started noticing that people were posting about their growing little baby bumps. In high school, there was an old lady at my church who would come up to me EVERY SUNDAY and touch my stomach and ask if I was pregnant. I’d laugh and say “no, these are oreos,” but man. So I know that I’ve got me a round little midsection.

Y’all I’m over here on PHYSICAL PROOF OF PREGNANCY watch 24/7. Thanks to a smaller appetite, I’ve actually been LOSING weight. My pants fit the same. Everything is basically the same except I can’t have runny egg yolks or ride on rides at Disneyland.

On Easter, I woke up to Justen saying “if you wore that one pink dress today, we’d match.” Usually if I try to match him, he changes his clothes. You can imagine how excited I was to wear that pink dress.

The last time I’d worn it was on our 1 year anniversary in October.

I put on my trusty Spanx, the pink dress, and set off on my day.

ps I actually have a full set of fingers on my left hand, inc are you were concerned.Β 

and then.


Then came the “oh my gosh, you’re starting to show!” comments. Wearing a dress that fit and looked no different than it did in October, under the watchful eye of someone dying to see or experience any actual signs of being pregnant.

Like someone actually came up and touched my Spanx controlled stomach and said it.

Bless her.

So on Easter, my Spanx – which I often identify with smoothing and holding in and hiding lines and such – my Spanx betrayed me. For whatever reason, probably because the pregnant women on Instagram all look like they have firm, stretched out stomachs, the smoothness of my round stomach suddenly triggered the baby bump exclamation.

Bless all y’all.Β 

and bless you Spanx for the huge letdown for the first time in my whole entire life. You really betrayed me on this one.


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