Raw, Real, Relatable: Why I Started My Blog


So, I’ve been meaning to start a blog for a while now. My mind is a whirlwind of ideas and my heart is just brimming with passion and inspiration. There are so many plans I have; daydreams of advocacy and world change. I wanted to choose the perfect topic for my first blog post, create an outline for effectively elaborating on said topic, proofread twice or thrice, and then proudly publish my masterpiece. Nah, that ain’t happen! You know why? Because I’m a momma of a schoolager and a toddler, I work almost full time as a server, and I’m nine months pregnant. Doesn’t leave me a whole lot of time on my hands. So instead of publishing a well written, fourteen times proofread blog post about equality or abuse, imma go ahead and start this blog out with a little something real, about my life, that other moms can relate to.

You ever heard women say, “I’m not a normal mom, I’m a cool mom”? Well, I hope I don’t sound cliche, but that’s me right there. I’m not your typical momma. Neither me nor my fiance grew up in a wealthy, high class family. Neither my parents nor his attended college. We got to where we are today from hard work, street smarts, perseverance, and having big hearts. My man is a factory worker; he’s been at the company for almost a decade, and he’s worked his way up to a better wage because he works a position which normally requires three people and he’s willing to work sixty hour weeks when need be. As far as myself, I have an Associates degree in Human Services Management, but even though I worked my ass off in school I still can’t find a job in this field, because while I may have worked just about every job out there, I don’t have experience working in my field of study. I would love to volunteer at an organization to get some experience, but fitting that in between my job and taking care of my children…there are not enough hours in the day! I can’t seem to get my foot in the door and get a job where my true passion lies. But I believe it will happen for me down the road sometime. In the meantime, I serve at a local Bob Evans, working about 35 hours a week. 

Also, me and my man are real old school. Going to the mall is a challenge for us because we don’t rock skinny jeans and chevron print scarves. And that new mustache trend- we be like “what the hell?!” We just have a more classic taste in clothing. As far as cars, we are Caddy lovers, and I’m talkin’ old-school-gangsta-long-and-sleek-square-back-end-with-the-pointy-lights Cadillacs. Even my six-year old says (in reference to the new style of Cadillac) “mom, that isn’t a Caddy. That’s just a car with the Cadillac symbol on it,” and shakes his head. Lol! All new cars look the same to me! I prefer a ride that sticks out, rolls smooth, exudes luxury, and the new Cadillacs just don’t do that for me. And music…I don’t know what’s popular these days, cause everytime I turn the radio on I end up turning it off, just not feelin’ any of the shit I’m hearing. That’s why I use Spotify. Then I know I’m gonna like what I’m listening to ’cause I picked it out. Also, it does have a radio feature and “hot” playlists so that I can discover the rare new song that I end up diggin’. Generally, though, our taste simply lies in the past; we listen to Tupac and Pearl Jam, Do or Die and Jagged Edge.

What I’m screaming is: I’m not working a 9-5 job that I got using my college degree. I’m not working with a combined income of $100,000 or more. I don’t even own a computer right now! But I maintain a household of four(almost five!), I keep my house clean, we own a very nice vehicle and make payments on another, we keep the bills paid and food on the table. My kids are very social and smart, and VERY happy.

We want the same things for ourselves and our children as most parents do. We want a happy household, our children to grow into well rounded individuals who pursue their passions. We want to take family vacations and establish a decent nest egg to retire with. So this blog is being created to promote unity among parents, regardless of where we come from or what we’re into; to create awareness of the moms that don’t necessarily work a 9-5 and maybe give our kids potted meat sandwiches and Kool-Aid sometimes, and why that’s okay; and to throw out preconceived notions that people may have about us parents that be bumpin’ rap in our old school Lincoln Town Car or don’t dress “appropriately,” or who don’t send our kids to bed at 7:30. This blog is meant to be refreshing. A real look at real moms/parents who don’t fit the mold that society created for “good” or “ideal” parenting. We like to break statistics and give new perspective on age-old beliefs. So that’s my direction.


Now that I’ve given you a “feel” of my lifestyle and preferences, here’s the reason why I started this blog NOW. My baby is due in just a little over three weeks, Monday, May 16th. This is my third baby, but I can tell you that the weird mixture of emotions during the weeks leading up to birth does NOT change with each sequential pregnancy. Yes, now I know that no matter what happens, I will most likely end up with a happy, healthy baby, my body will recover, and we will adjust into a new routine that works perfectly for us. But, man! I’m still overcome with a myriad emotions from worry to excitement to stress to eagerness. A woman cannot explain the emotional roller coaster of that last month before the baby comes.I’ve wanted to start this blog for a long time, and I put it off for a while, but I had a realization that this may be a good way of keeping my head clear during these last few weeks, along with being a form of encouragement and community with other moms that are expecting. I mean, the perfect reason for creating a blog. I have three weeks left until I’m due to have this baby, and I’m so full of emotion. I figured most pregnant women could relate to what I’m feeling. So instead of starting a blog once the baby is born and things have settled down, I realized I should start it up NOW, while my feelings are raw and real and totally relatable. And that’s probably why you’re here, so I’m going to keep it raw and real and relatable. So, I’m getting started now, and imma keep it coming.


My goal is for my site to be a platform in which I can shed some light on what life is like for parents who are different from those that most blogs are directed towards. There are a lot of blogs that say they want to welcome parents from all walks of life, and show “grace” to moms “just where they are.” I guess they’re talking about those who don’t “have it all together.” But I have yet to read a blog that was written by a mom who doesn’t pretty much have it all together. I am NOT saying they’re not out there and being utilized. But I haven’t seen any. (If you got one, holla at me, cause I’d love to check it out!) So I made my own. Guys, when I say I don’t have it all together, I mean I’m writing this post on my smartphone. I don’t have a computer, I don’t even have an internet connection. I’m relying on a prepaid Verizon Wireless plan with a certain amount of data. I’m not even paying for a host for my domain! I’m on the free WordPress.com. I’m just a girl with a passion, and that’s why this shit that I’m bringing to you is so real. I do plan on investing in a laptop/tablet, get internet hooked up here at the house, purchase a plan through Bluehost to host my domain. And what’s so cool about all of this is that you can watch this little-ass blog evolve; you can join me on my journey. I want to provide awareness to my readers that basically all parents’ goals are the same, just the process is a little different. And imma so transparently show you my personal process. I’m SO thankful for all the awesome blogging mommies out there that provide such great information, resources, etc. and I’ve utilized so many of these. I just want to introduce a cultural and lifestyle variety, so that’s what I’m serving up.

And so, without further ado, imma publish my first blog post!


How To Motivate Yourself: The 3-Step Process That Works!


Y’all, my brain is in overload. The last few days my wheels have been spinning. I’m returning to work tomorrow from maternity leave, so there are a million things I’ve had to do because I’ve been putting them off. Being a natural procrastinator really brings me into some stressful situations! This maternity leave has shown me how extremely important it is to plan ahead and stay organized. I’m now in the process of creating a budget, using a planner every day, and developing a folder system of some sort to help keep me organized and ahead of the game. Without a system in place, everything becomes a chaotic mess. I’m learning from my mistakes. And I’m also learning how to stay motivated in the midst of it all. Having three kids is a lot of work. A lot of cooking, cleaning, changing diapers, feeding, washing bottles, bathing, laundry, and more goes into this “line of work.” So staying motivated to get things done can be a little bit of a struggle sometimes because of the overwhelm. I’ve developed a little system (I’m becoming the biggest fan of systems!) to help keep me on top of things. It is a combination of strategizing, visualizing and realizing.


My motivational plan begins with a little bit of strategizing. First, I write down exactly what I want to get accomplished for the day. Just thinking about marking things off of my to-do list starts to get me motivated.

I then give myself a time frame. What time do I want to have everything finished? I give myself plenty of time to get the tasks accomplished so that a) I’m not overwhelmed with a lot to do in a short period of time, b) I can have the wiggle room to do everything correctly so that I don’t spend more precious time doing things over, and c) I don’t get halfway through and freak out because I see that I’m not going to finish everything. It helps to have days of the week designated for particular tasks (i.e. Monday for planning, Wednesday for writing, Friday for cleaning).

Another important strategy is to eat the frog. This means tackling the largest, most daunting task first. When you do this it is a huge confidence booster, and makes everything else on your list seem like a piece of cake (much more appetizing than a frog! lol).

Now that you have a strategy in place, time for some visualization.


Okay, now it’s time to imagine what your day looks like after you have accomplished everything on your to-do list. Think about how sparkling clean and organized your house will look and feel when you’ve finished (if cleaning is a task on today’s list). This vision should be sigh-inducing. It always is for me! Also think about relaxing with a bubble bath and book, or a glass of wine and your favorite television show. You can enjoy these things once your work is done. I dont know about you, but I’m really starting to get motivated!

Another thing I visualize is what other people will think or feel once I’ve gotten all of my chores tackled. My man will be impressed, proud, and excited that I got everything done and we can spend the evening in a clean and organized house. My children will be happy because mommy got her stuff done so she can play, read books, or share a snack. Motivation!

Now that visualization techniques have been implemented; its time to recognize!


Okay, we’ve developed a strategy for getting things done, and we’ve visualized what it will be like once we’ve completed our work, so now its time to realize.

You need to realize that it is in your and everyone else’s best interest to do these things. As much as it may suck, this is a part of adulting, which we all hate but it is just a freaking fact of life, damnit! You also need to realize that you got this in the bag, girl! This is your house, business, etcetera that you run, and you run it how you want to. And since you’re such a boss lady you are going to do everything you need to for it all to thrive and flourish. Right? Hell yeah! You own this shit, and you’re gonna do it, aren’t you? Of course you are, because you are a grown-ass, responsible, mature woman and this stuff needs done.

Are you motivated yet? The last technique I use to get my day going is music. Something upbeat and energetic, setting a pace for me to do the damn thing! This is when I turn on my Spotify. Here’s the link to my Motivation playlist.
Okay, girl. You have created a strategy for yourself, visualized what it will be like when everything is done, and realized you gotta do it and you can do it. So go do it!

If you have other motivational strategies or you think this one could be improved upon, then comment below to let me know. I’m always in need of some new inspiration. Now go get it, girl!


Easy Peasy Grape Treat


For a long time I’ve been wanting to make this snack. I first discovered it on Pinterest, and I can’t remember the original source, but I went off of this chick’s recipe. Every time I buy grapes I think to myself, “hm, I should make that recipe I saw a long ass time ago.” But I never do. Finally I remembered to pick up some Jell-O, and so it was on like Donkey Kong! And so here is the easiest most delicious snack that your kids (or boyfriend, or that chick in the mirror) will love you for and beg you to make for the rest of your existence.


All you gotta do is pick your grapes off the vine. You can use green or red; we prefer green, so that’s what’s pictured.


I used the Jolly Rancher Watermelon jello cause that sounded bomb, but you could also use apple, blue raspberry or pretty much whatever sounds killer to you and your taste buds. Just pour one packet of the gelatin into a big bowl.


Add the grapes to the bowl in which you’ve poured the packet of jello. This recipe is so easy, isn’t it?


Okay, here’s the fun part. You wanna roll the grapes all around in the dry jello powder. Try to completely cover each grape so that there’s a coating of gelatin on every one.


And we come to the hard part. You’re going to need a huge amount of self control for this one, okay? You have to let the grapes set in the fridge for at least an hour. It’s cool, I’m here for ya. It’s going to be worth it, trust me, I don’t have self control so I tried a grape pre-refrigeration and it just ain’t the same. So after an hour you can pull these bad boys out the fridge and devour like a wild animal. And then take your happy ass to Walmart to pick up more jello and grapes cause your kids are probably needing counseling by now. You really should’ve shared with them, mom. 😉

Hope you enjoy these grapes as much as me and my toddler. Imma definitely be making them again real soon. Now every time I pick up grapes I just have to get some Jell-O at the same time. I’ll never eat them plain again!


My Basic Meatball Recipe


I’m sure that every Italian-American woman has a go-to meatball recipe that she makes for her family. Spaghetti and meatballs is my most frequently requested recipe by my six-year old. He tells me I make the best. Oh, how that makes me swell with pride! And the awesome thing is that you can use meatballs for such a wide variety of recipes. I’ve used meatballs for several different types of pasta, meatball subs, and even casseroles.


There are a lot of spices that you can add to meatballs to alter the flavor, as well as many ingredients intended to alter the meatball consistency. The spices you choose are essentially what makes your dish signature. My grandmother made her own awesome version which had paprika among other seasonings and texturally varietal elements. The following recipe is a basic one that I use, and it does not vary too much.


On another note, there is definitely difficulty in defining measurements for a lot of Italian cooking, because usually the cook uses “a couple dashes of basil,” “a little bit of oregano,” and “a whole hell of a lot of garlic.” Cooking is an art, really, especially in our culture. I mean, for real, have you ever made cannoli? You don’t make that shit for survival purposes!

I tried to deduce my “dashes” and “sprinkles” to tablespoons and teaspoons, but pretty much just use common sense in this case. You feel like it could use more or less of something then, by all means, adjust it according to you and your family’s tastes. Anyways, here is my version of the classic.

Basic Italian-American Meatballs

1 lb. ground beef
1 lb. ground Italian sausage
2 eggs
1 1/2c. Italian-seasoned breadcrumbs
2 T. Oregano
2 T. Basil
2 1/2 T. Italian seasoning
2 t. Garlic powder
1 t. Onion powder
4 cloves minced garlic
1/2 c. Parmesan cheese

All you gotta do is mash all of this together and then shape into balls as big or as small as you prefer. *important: I usually put half of the meatballs in a freezer bag, because half a batch is plenty for us (and we LOVE our meatballs!). That’s for a family of 2 adults, a 6-year old, a pasta-crazed toddler girl, and a baby boy who howls when he smells mommy’s cooking. Soon enough, buddy.

Okay, now there are two different ways that I prepare these from here. If you want tender, moist meatballs, then follow method #1. Me and my man sometimes prefer them with a slightly crunchy crust, very well done. That’s method #2.

Method #1: I fry the meatballs just to brown them on each side. I then throw them in the crockpot with 2 cans of diced tomatoes (preferably the ones with seasonings added) and 2 cans of tomato sauce. You can cook these on low all day, which means to me about 7 hours.

Method #2: for the meatballs with a slight crisp, I simply bake them in a glass 8×8 baking dish for 1 hour @ 400°. If you want baked meatballs but don’t want them crispy, then just lower the temp to 375° or reduce the overall bake time. Once again, kinda common sense.

I serve these meatballs with Angel Hair pasta, which is our favorite. But, as aforementioned, you can use these for any recipe that calls for meatballs. Use them with any type of pasta and your favorite sauce. Put them on a hoagie, place in a baking dish, pour some sauce on, sprinkle with mozzarella and Parmesan, and bake or broil in the oven  just enough to make the cheese bubbly and melty. My god, I’m starting to drool. Get ahold of yourself, woman! Okay, yeah you can also check out

I hope that you enjoy this basic, easy recipe, and maybe it will become as much a classic in your kitchen as its become in ours.


My Third Birth Experience


“He’s here! He’s here! It’s over, he’s here!”

Those are the words that I screamed in the moments following my third child’s birth. It’s such an amazing feeling to bring a life into the world. And when you do it naturally, you feel like a champion. All that intense pain and hard work is soooooo worth it! My birth story follows.

So, I gave birth to my third child a couple of weeks ago. Everybody’s always interested in the dirty details of someone else’s birthing experience, so imma give it to you straight up. First off, labor for all three of my children has been induced by way of Pitocin through an intravenous drip. So it’s the only thing I know. I guess my uterus is just too damn comfy and my kids weren’t going to leave it til somebody up and evicted them! Sometimes I wish I’d have gotten to experience the natural start of labor, but then I think of how much of a control freak I am and I realize, “nahhh, I’m cool knowing the time and place, having a nice meal, getting some good rest, and waking up in the morning knowing that I’m having a baby that day.” Absolutely perfect for my obsessive compulsive, perfectionist, have-to-control-every-little-detail type personality. Lol.

Anyways, so I worked the day before my induction. I’m a waitress, and let me tell you that there is nothing more satisfying than the look of shock on a customer’s face when you tell him/her that your due date was yesterday and you’re being induced tomorrow. Pretty conducive to increased gratuity, too ;). So on that last day of work, there happened to be a Community Fundraiser going on, which means we get utterly slammed with business. That’s really great, but not when you’re trying to leave at a decent time to go home and rest before you birth a child the next day! So I just juiced the whole situation, left a few of my tables to my darling coworkers, and hit the road.

My goal was to leave work at 6:30 pm; I think I got out of there only a half hour past that. But here it was 7:00 pm and I still had to pick my kids up from daycare, drive them to my aunts house (and I love her to death but she is a talker so I knew I’d end up stuck at her house for a minute), come back to town and grab some dinner, pack my hospital bag, and try to sleep a teensy bit before my big day! Needless to say, I didn’t get back home until probably 10 pm, and I still needed to eat something. Well, the man suggested Wendy’s which I’m always down for, and they so perfectly were offering a new salad, the Power Mediterranean Chicken Salad. How awesome is that? It had the delicious sun dried tomato, red onion, and balsamic flavors that are favorites of an Italian woman like myself. Plus, it had the protein from chicken and hummus, and the hearty grain fuel from Quinoa. This was a great option for dinner before a marathon birthing a child. So I went home and ate, and then decided that I should probably get some sleep. Which is when I thought of about 96 more things I needed to do before I had this baby. I packed my bag, rolled up a bunch of change for the hospital vending machines, painted my toenails, and flopped into bed.

My mind was racing. “I hope everything goes smoothly tomorrow. What if I’m in labor for 18 hours? What if it’s too soon to induce and I run into complications? What if I dilate to 8 centimeters and then stop? What if I have to have an emergency Caesarean section?” Aaaaannnndddd I got about four hours of sleep. Which added to my worry of course. I still don’t know why I freaked out so bad. My last two labors went so excellent. With my first baby I was induced at 7 pm and had him at 1:15 pm the next day (12 hour labor tops and 1 hour 15 minutes of pushing), and with my daughter I was induced at 7 am and had her at 6:02 pm (only eight hour labor tops and only three minutes of pushing!). BUT, I was psyching myself out for this birth, because I surely couldn’t have three wonderful labor and delivery experiences!

Well…I got up the next morning, after only four hours of sleep, and I got my shower, did my hair and makeup, and I found my confidence. While applying my eyeliner and jamming out to Fabolous I realized, “Shoot, girl! You got this in the bag! This ain’t your first time, you rock pregnancy and birth! You got this!” And I was ready.

We arrived at the hospital at 7 in the morning. They got me weighed and took me to my room where they asked me about 263 questions about health history and such. Then….it was time for the worst part: the IV. God, I hate needles! I’m addicted to tattoos, but you put a needle in my vein and I am crying like a baby! So, naturally, the first two veins rolled. They finally got the IV in properly, and I was ready to pee. Lol. And then we waited. I was going to take a nap, but that was impossible because the nurses were in and out so much.

On a side note, they had to put Penicillin in my IV because I was Group B Strep positive. FYI nothing to freak out about, there is nothing you can do to prevent or cause this, it just naturally happens to about 40% of pregnant women. Just make sure you get tested when it’s recommended and, if you are positive, then make sure they give you antibiotics for four hours before you birth your baby. But the burning from the antibiotic was not something that I was expecting nor prepared for, so that was pretty damn unpleasant. A cool rag helped a little, but it felt like my arm was going to break until the nurse turned the dose down a bit and it faded away. I’m saying this so that any mom who has to go through that will at least be prepared, unlike me. You’re welcome.


Anyways, after about an hour or two of the medicine actually getting into my system, I was starting to feel some pain from the contractions, so they hooked me up to the portable monitor (when you’re induced they have to monitor the baby’s heartbeat and your contractions), I pulled up Spotify and put my headphones in, and we hit the hallways to do some walking. We also discovered the new birthing balls, called peanut balls . I straddled one of these to help things move along and to ease the pain. (Just so you know, I owe so much of my good pregnancy/labor/birth experiences to The Big Book of Birth by Erica Lyons. When you know exactly what’s happening to your body during labor and are aware of different techniques for working through it, the experience can be soooo much better. This book covers ALL of that!)

After that, I sat in a rocking chair for a while. I was only feeling about 20-30 seconds of intense pain at the peak of the contractions. I remember thinking, “damn, if this is it right now, then I still have a while to go.” My doctor broke my water at 1:00 pm. They checked me, and I was at 4 centimeters. “Yup, we’re going to be here for a while.”

So I stayed in the rocking chair a little longer, ate one of those bomb frozen juice treats that I miss so badly, and then contractions picked up a little bit. I was starting to feel pressure, which is a sign of baby being ready to go. I was thinking, “already? I was just 4 centimeters 45 minutes ago!” So they checked me. And I was nine centimeters dilated! “Oh shit, this baby is coming!” And that’s when the pain got really excruciating.  Finally, doc said I could bear down a little. I took this as “push that sucker out!” Soon, I had my breaking point, as I always do, when I repeated “I don’t think I can do this” over and over. My fiance and my mom were so supportive, telling me how good I was doing and that he was almost here. It took me two minutes to push my baby out, and I was in shock. My baby boy was born at 2:10 pm. I could not believe that I was only in labor about four hours and my baby was here. It was the most amazing feeling in the world. It’s the coolest thing: after the baby is out you get a natural high as the endorphins rush through your system. You have an instant bond with your baby and an instant natural high. I wish I could really explain the awesome feeling, but it is impossible to describe.


I want to take a minute to say how extremely grateful I am for my absolutely wonderful fiance. He’s had my back from day one, and he’s been such a support through my pregnancies and during labor. Anytime I ever had a moment of doubt, he calmly reminded me that I was a bad ass bitch and that everything was going to be perfect. He always gently made his presence known, and brought back to my attention the fact that we are a team. During labor he’d rub my back, bring me Jell-O and drinks, and tell me how good I was doing. When I’m pushing our babies into the world, he’s right there holding my leg up for me, and mom has the other leg. She’s always been there for me, for the birth of each of her grandbabies. I have had awesome experiences bringing children onto this earth, but I don’t know that it would’ve gone as great without my amazing support team. That was such an important part of each delivery. I am so thankful for them.

So that’s my birth story, no holds barred. I’ve had three wonderful pregnancies, labors, and deliveries. This doesn’t make me a pro, but if you have any questions for me about my experiences or pregnancy/labor/birth in general, I’m here for you, girl.


The For Real About Nesting


I’m tired out. My pregnant ass will be spending the rest of the evening eating ice cream, relaxing on my leather sectional, and watching Ride Along 2.

So I spent the day washing walls, windows, and blinds. I thank the Lord for my wonderful mother, who came up to help me (and, if imma be honest, did most of the work, bless her). If you’ve ever been pregnant then you probably know what “nesting” is. It’s that time at the very end (usually) of pregnancy when you get a sudden burst of energy as a maternal instinct to prepare your “nest” for the new baby.


Ladies, hear when I say you need to plan ahead to nest. For real. Because you are going to want to get too much done for the little amount of time you have left carrying the baby. I waited. I didn’t plan ahead. And now I’m kicking myself for being such a procrastinator. Nesting is the ultimate Catch 22. You get this sudden need to get everything clean and organized. But, girl, you bout to pop this thang out! So if you strain yourself too much, you could even put yourself into labor. Not cool. Here’s what you need to do, and when:

The First Trimester

During the first three months, in between nibbling on saltines and sipping 7-Up, you need to start planning ahead. First, you’ll want to make a “nesting” list. What do you want to have done before baby gets here? Usually, you’ll want to basically spring clean the house in addition to preparing the nursery and making sure everything is set up for baby’s first day home. Once you’ve decided what exactly you want done, it’s time to make a shopping list. This list should include necessary cleaning products and tools, as well as all of the baby essentials. If you stay up on your routine cleaning, then this won’t be such a chore. However, if you’re like me and you’re moving to a new residence before baby is born, then you’re going to have some deep cleaning to do. For ideas on deep cleaning checklists and all kinds of other cleaning ideas, visit my “Cleaning” board on Pinterest. I know there are soooo many ideas on Pinterest. What I do is read through them and come up with a cleaning plan that works best for my family, and then every week try a different idea. The important thing is to not stress yourself out. This is why you’re planning ahead, so you can get everything done right and with plenty of time left.

The Second Trimester

Now that you have a plan in place, and you’ve begun shopping for everything, you’ll want to execute your plan. Use printables and e-books to help get into a set routine. Continue gathering everything you need for deep cleaning and for preparing baby’s nursery. The second trimester is usually the one in which moms feel the most energy and peace with their bodies. So work on deep cleaning projects during this time. Crank dat music and grab some infused water to keep that motivation!


The Third Trimester

It’s crunch time, girl! That baby’s comin’! Hopefully by now you have a well established cleaning routine, you’ve tried out a bunch of deep cleaning ideas, and you have mostly everything you need for baby’s arrival. Nesting should, at this point, be pretty stress-free. You’re just finishing up those intense cleaning projects and folding those teeny-tiny onesies to put in baby’s dresser. Please enlist the help of your support system as much as possible. And be careful with what chemicals you’re using, and that the room is always well ventilated when cleaning.

So that’s the for real on nesting. The bottom line is that as soon as you find out that you are bringing a precious bundle into the world, you should start preparing your nest. Do your research, come up with a game plan, do some experimentation, and get that nest ready! And hopefully you’ll be better off than me…although you definitely still have permission to relax at the end of the day with your favorite sweet frozen treat and the newest laugh-your-ass-off comedy.