4 more days and I’ll reach my “guesstimate” due date. So far I’m only at 2cm dilation and I lost my mucus plug last Thursday. Still no contractions 😕. I think Baby Rex is on his daddy’s laid back schedule. Always late to everything.


Baby Rex is technically our rainbow baby. Although I’ve been hesitant to call him my rainbow child, he truly is my hope after the storm. A very long 4 year storm. 

I feel guilty calling him my rainbow baby though. Our miscarriage was so early on that we never realized we were pregnant until after the fact. The twins from the first IVF session didn’t really stick so I never did register a positive pregnancy. I feel like the title of rainbow baby should be reserved for those who truly suffered a tragic loss. Ones that went through all the expectant motions til the very end and suffered a tragic loss. I can’t imagine losing Rex now like some moms have. To be so close to the finish line and cross it empty handed. 

Hang on tight my #babylove. We’re almost there. 

We are officially 1cm dilated, which is nothing really. Some women stay at 1cm for weeks! Nonetheless, it’s still exciting. I keep telling Rex to wait til after August 5th to come. Cousin Cooper will not be very happy sharing his birthday with someone who is already stealing his Uncle Fun from him 😏. 

July 21st tragedy hit our home. Our long time friend and mother of my two God sons was taken too soon from this world in a terrible camping accident. 

Nickie, as I sit here reflecting on our past, I can’t help but feel cheated by your early departure. I can’t help but feel the sadness of all that you’ll be missing from your childrens’ lives. Brooke turns 6 on Monday, Brayden turns 16 this year and will be learning to finally drive that crazy contraption of a car you got for him, Noah starting at the new charter school, and Elijah moving forth with his elite math program. Bong Ricky is so lost without you; the unfathomable task of trying to plan a funeral that you two never discussed the possibility of. Please visit and comfort him in his dreams. Let him know that you are ok and help him to deal with this sudden grief and new position of sole provider/parent. I will do my best to try and guide my God sons to always be the loving and God fearing men you’ve raised them to be. No one can ever take the place of their mother, but as their God mother, I can provide them with an alternative level of a mothers love and guidance. 

Rest easy my friend, the rest of us here on earth will take over now. We will make sure that Bong Ricky and the kids will always be surrounded by love and support during this grievous time. We will meet again in His Kingdom. 

I have seem to “pop” out all of a sudden. It’s a good thing for my maternity photo shoot, but bad for my body. This week has been the most terrible belly & back pain ever. I even went to see the midwife yesterday just to make sure I wasn’t going into preterm labor again. She thinks it’s just that I’m stretched to capacity and Baby Rex is just out of room. Sigh….6 weeks and 2 more days to go. 

Just when I thought my heart couldn’t be any fuller….I am just so in love with his fat face! Only my fatty child would be trying to munch on his foot for all to see.

 I know, I know….it’ll be another epic combustion when we finally get to meet & hold him. He is truly a blessing from God. I absolutely can not wait. 7 more weeks to go!

Dreams are like funhouse mirrors that reflect your emotions. Pregnancy dreams seem so real and vivid. Since I’m up a million times a night running to the bathroom, it makes it that much easier to remember my dreams. The most recent one being this morning around 4:30am. In my dream I had just finished feeding Rex and he had a dribble of milk on his cheek. When I went to wipe it, layers of fish scales started to come off. The more I wiped, the thicker the slimey fish scales got. Coincidentally, Tuan had been scaling a fish at my kitchen sink the night before and I was bitching about the mess he was making on my countertops 😠. Still, it was a gross dream. I even woke him up to tell him that his fish scales ruined our baby’s face! Needless to say, he was confused and thought I was being crazy. Who me? Never.