You’d think that being pregnant and preparing for our little third musketeer would be enough changes for the Beekman family this year, but noooo my friends. Over the holiday weekend, Darrin and I decided to stir a few more changes into the eventful casserole that is becoming our life.
(Sort of a strange metaphor. But let’s just shrug our shoulders and go with it.)
We notified our apartment complex the other day that we won’t be renewing our year long lease come August. My heart is going to miss these sweet city views, but our apartment space is just too small for Baby B and all that she demands. So we’re moving out! Leaving our tiny downtown home for a place with family until Darrin finishes his graduate work and we can afford to buy a house of our own. Baby B is already dictating the direction of our lives with just the click of our computer mouse, and I think I’ll forever associate the little email tune that signaled our message had “Sent” with change, the unknown, and new beginnings.
And sure. That may all sound a bit dramatic. But I’m pregnant. Sentimental. And it’s dang hot outside. WHO KNOWS what my hormonally charged emotions will feel next.
We’ve got a few more months before we’ll be forced to pack up our life into cardboard boxes and leave, so Darrin suggested we create a summer bucket list of all of the places we’d like to visit while they’re still within walking distance from our home. All I can say is this: Watch out, Minneapolis. This new momma is about to paint the town with her pregnant waddle.
My nighttime routine of waking up nearly every hour on the hour was a bit more enjoyable the other night as I sat up in bed just as a massive bolt of lightning illuminated our bedroom for a few brief seconds. Thunderstorm season has officially descended upon Minneapolis, and I can’t tell you how much I love falling asleep to the rhythms of heavy rain smattering against our windows. My groggy, 2am brain began to imagine how Baby B would respond to her first encounter with a thunderstorm, or at what point in her life would we be woken up by the gentle nudges of a little girl fearful of the lightning flashes and booms from outside. I’m sure her scientifically-inclined father will be more than eager to explain to her how thunderstorms are atmospherically created, and I fell back asleep imagining a future 2am science discussion taking place on our bed as a storm rolls through.
Of course, thunderstorm season also means that dreaded Minnesota humidity has returned, and let me tell you! These hot and humid days are quite the experience when you’re also lugging around a mini heater in your belly. My short walk from my car into Target the other day both increased my heart rate and had me nearly glistening with sweat, a combination that forced me to literally “chill out” in the frozen food section for a solid ten minutes. It’s going to be a hot summer, folks. I’ve got a feeling that I’ll be living in lightweight and fluttery dresses like this one from Old Navy. FYI: it’s currently under $20 and comes in a fresh summer white. I mean, YES PLEASE.
The Nordstrom Half Yearly Sale is currently going on now, and my gosh I’d be amiss if I didn’t 1) tell you about it and 2) link to a few of my favorite pieces that are on sale. And for some goll darned reasonableprices too!
So head on over HERE to shop the sale. They’ve got great deals on seasonal dresses, rompers, shoes, bags, accessories, swimsuits, and more! I mean HECK. Thursday is “basically” Friday. Which means that it’s practically the weekend. Might as well celebrate with a little online shopping. I know Darrin would definitely nod his head in agreement. 😉
Pregnancy, on most days, looks like a pair of comfortable shoes and black leggings and a matching black maternity tee that stretches in all the necessary places because baby girl is in her “beefing up” stage (as my pregnancy app so eloquently put it), so a little stretch has become an essential part of my wardrobe. Yesterday one of our apartment neighbors was eyeing my baby bump and other more developed “assets” suspiciously during our awkward small-talk conversation on the slow elevator ride. After a few minutes discussing the frustrations of his car repair shop (how did we get there?), he did his best to connect buying a new car to upgrading cars to accommodating kids and finally asked when Darrin and I were thinking of starting a family (well done, sir). I told him we were expecting our first baby in September as I exited the elevator and the doors began to close on our conversation and the ensuing awkwardness, to which he responded with a slight smile of relief for correctly guessing that I was pregnant and a wave that seemed to mean both Congratulations! and The elevator doors are closing too fast for a proper response so have a nice day!
My first conversation with a stranger addressing my pregnancy. It was kind of sweet…in a strange sort of way. But so is this ever-growing bump, I suppose. 😉
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