IMG_4364Beginning of my third trimester we needed a get away. We had originally planned on going to the tulip festival in Washington but due to my lovely bloated and uncomfortable body, I didn’t think I could handle the 12 hour car ride. We settled on a weekend getaway to the tulip festival at Thanksgiving Point. It was lovely, really. I enjoyed the festival much more than I had anticipated. Thousands upon thousands of beautiful blooming tulips. We also ate some really delicious food. We went to Eva’s Bakery for breakfast the first morning and loved it so much we went there the next day as well. I bought pastries and bread to take us the rest of the day and to the tulips and it really only lasted the first few hours,… whoops. I blamed it on pregnancy, but lets get serious. If I had more of those delicious pastries they would be gone in seconds! Its a good thing we don’t live too close. It was really a weekend of relaxation and good food. Two of my favorite pregnancy past times.

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My best friend and old roommate Alicia who lives in Utah met us at the tulips with her adorable chicks.







Everything’s bigger in Texas


Two weeks after I found out about the blood clot (see previous post) Bryndon was called by his boss in Texas and asked to come work in Dallas for a month. I was still unable to get around by myself or really do anything by myself for that matter. Bryndon was helping me with all my day to day stuff. Not to mention he was also giving me the beloved blood thinner injections in my abdomen twice a day. It wasn’t exactly optimal timing to have him be leaving for an entire month, but we also didn’t  feel like it was a good time to turn down work either. With that, I moved into my mom and dads house for the next couple of weeks so that they could help me get around.  Did I mention I had alot, I mean ALOT of time on my hands those first couple weeks? I may have watched all of Call the Midwives & Selfridges in their entirety!  I recommend them both, by the way. .


Bryndon went to Texas to work with American Dream Labs to animate animals for their pilot of a kids series called History House.They were putting on a big dinner to raise money for the making of the show and they were going to air the pilot at the banquet.  On week three of the month long work trip Bryndons boss told him they werent going to be done and would need another, I repeat ANOTHER WHOLE MONTH out of him in Texas. Bad news for the pregnant ornery blood clot woman. A month seemed like an eternity let alone TWO months. I decided I would go out to Texas for a visit. Thankfully I was able to go and just sit next to him while he worked for a few days and we got to give quick kisses while no one was looking. It is better than being half a country away, that is for sure. By the way your body grows alot in 3 weeks, so when i saw him I looked a bit different.  I also was able to fly back yet again at the end of the second month for the banquet and to see the pilot and to finally take him back home with me!






Fast forward to my second trimester. The trimester that you are supposed to look forward to, the trimester where you are finally done with morning sickness and your moods start leveling out again. I had a dooooozy of a first trimester with the morning sickness. I had more like morning, afternoon, and night time sickness. I know everyone talks about how bad they had it with sickness in the first trimester but I was so bad I would literally be sitting there talking to my husband and I would get so violently sick that with little to no warning I would just puke all over myself in front of whomever I was with. It even happened at work once! For that reason my second trimester couldn’t come fast enough. While the nausea did subside i did notice around week 15 that I had an intense pain that would come and go in my left groin. After breaking the “don’t look up pregnancy stuff on the internet, no good will come of it and you will just freak yourself out” rule I decided I was experiencing round ligament pain. It was annoying but nothing I couldn’t live with, that is until I woke up and was unable to move my left leg entirely. I called my doctor and I was ordered to go to the hospital and get an ultrasound.  After a very painful long ultrasound  I was told I had a 5″ blood clot in my femoral artery. YIKES! Blood clot…. what comes to mind when you hear blood clot?  For me in my overly dramatic hormone packed pregnancy brain, I went right to death. I was terrified. I was just sure that I and my precious unborn baby was in danger.I thought for sure If moved too fast it was going to dislodge and go straight to my heart.  I was checked into the hospital and waited, and waited, and waited until FINALLY they explained that something about the double volume of blood coursing through your body during pregnancy can cause blood clots to form.  What I didn’t know is that I would survive and it wasn’t nearly as big of a deal as I had always thought. I stayed in the hospital for a few days and was put on really fun blood thinner injections for the rest of my pregnancy. While it did cause loads of pain, the pain did subside and I was back in working order about a month later. I did have to take the wonderful injections until about 2 weeks post postpartum. For all you pregnant ladies out there that may get a blood clot.. It will be okay. I know your hormones want you to think otherwise, but it happens and it happens far more regularly then you would think. IMG_4200


IMG_3709                                         This is what being terrified looks like.


Bryndon and I went to Florida in October of last year (2014) for a little get away. While I was there I had the distinct impression that I was pregnant. There was no defining sign to make me think this, but none the less I totally did. I made Bryndon take me to a drugstore to grab a test .After I bought the test I actually had to wait a few hours to take it just to get up the nerve  because I was so positive it was going to be, well, positive & there  is something  permanent and scary about that.We ended up in an antique store later that afternoon and there of all places is where I thought I should take the pregnancy test. I took the test in a musty, kind of dirty bathroom that had Victorian paper dolls glued all over the walls and I waited ….and waited and ..waited and it was negative. It wasn’t my first negative test but I felt heartbroken more than ever. I actually went back in the bathroom to check the trash one last time to make sure somehow it had’t changed to a positive. It hadn’t. Poor Bryndon had to comfort me in the middle of the poorly lit damp smelling antique store and reassure me that everything was okay.  Let me backtrack and tell you that we didn’t know if I would be able to get pregnant. We got married with the understanding that I had PCOS (a cause of infertility) and there was a good chance we were not going to have kids.. well not our own genetic little monsters at least. We just figured we would have to adopt to start our family.  That being said It shouldn’t have been a surprise that it was a negative. Fast forward to about a week later when we were home from our vacation and it was about 2 in the am and I couldn’t sleep. That feeling had not left me. I couldn’t shake the fact that I knew I was pregnant! Still no outward sign that I was but I knew it. There is no other way to put it. Bryndon being the very patient husband he is went  to Walgreens with me and we got yet another (4) pregnancy tests. We went home and I went right to the bathroom and took the test and waited.. and waited… and POSITIVE. I WAS RIGHT I did have a baby in me! I had a baby in me in Florida but it was just too early to detect! I was so blissfully happy to see that positive on that test. I never in a million years thought I would get pregnant on my own and after only a few months of  trying! Bryndon on the other hand took it …… I think the photos speak for themselves.


This is right after I showed him the test. I sat there while he had a complete panic and he melted on the floor. I gave him about 1o min to just absorb it while I sat there just snapping photos of the ridiculous melt down that was happening. (He was happy, just terrified and happy all at the same time)

He did eventually get up and hug me and express how happy he was and I did the same.

I did however wake up next to this the next morning. You can see  the stress on his face.


Is it weird that I found his panicking to be just hilarious and adorable? Well I did.