HBadventure Blog

A few weeks ago I found myself at the craft store gazing at the fancy paper section and admiring all the different textures, colors and themes. I don’t scrapbook or do origami and so my need for tasteful paper is really non existent.  That didn’t stop me from buying a paisley piece that I absolutely loved.

When I brought the paper home and showed it to Barry, understandably, he didn’t seem too impressed. What was I going to do with it – besides gaze at it with joy in my heart?  So, it sat and I gazed. I moved it from here to there and enjoyed the colors and soft turns of the paisley.

Also during this time I had been researching baby bedding and had decided that I did not need a bedding set and certainly not bumpers – since some people believe they aren’t safe and eventually they’ll have to be removed from the crib. I was fine with that and was planning on buying swanky sheets to go with a crib skirt that my mom had picked up.

Then I happened to see this bedding that looked like my paper – my paper that had since been moved for me to gaze at in the baby’s room. I bought the bedding set  and brought it home with the intent to see what it looked like next to my precious paper. I think I like how it looks and I’ll admit that I’ve done a bit of gazing.

Perhaps if I carry around the paper around long enough I’ll be able to make the whole room come together!

HBaby's Boots

My friend Gretchen recently sent us some adorable cowboy boots for HBaby since she knows how much we love cowboys and boots here at HBHQ.

I’m not a collector of many things, but I do love a good cowboy boot – and not necessarily ones that fit on my feet.  As I put HBaby’s boots in her closet I found myself thinking about all the other boots floating around our house.

I realized that boots come in all shapes, sizes, and styles – just like all of us.

Sydney's Favorite Pair of Boots

pre pregnancy ankles

Dear Ankles,

I didn’t know how much I loved you until I woke up a couple days ago and realized that you’d up and left. Not only that, but you left somebody else’s feet. The chubby toes and swollen ankles don’t belong to me. Swollen ankles is not a good look for anyone, no matter which way you cut it – enormously pregnant or not.

Do you have plans to return and take shape at the bottom of my body again or have you left me with these cankles forever? Rumor has it that pregnant women leave pregnancy with bigger feet, but is this true with ankles? Oh, I hope not. Come back!!

I’ll swoon over  you upon your return and show you off to anyone who is willing to listen, just don’t leave me with these water retaining things that are a poor replacement for your shape!

Love,

Hannah

Each month I like to have a formal reading of all the possible symptoms that might accompany pregnancy and typically my audience includes Barry, Brian, and Sydney. Last month Brian wasn’t around so I had to give him the cliff notes at Christmas. I think he really appreciated it – who wouldn’t, right?

As I merge into the last stretch of being pregnant I’ve noticed that my belly seems to expand overnight – at an alarming rate. Just the other day I was getting a coat out of the coat closet and opened the door and it abruptly stopped because it had run into my belly. I’ve since adopted a new way to open the closet door.

I’ve also announced to my students that I no longer am accepting their offers to me to bend down and tie their shoes. I spend much of my day crouched by their little desks and bending to get most of the way down to their laces, well, doesn’t sound appealing. Especially since I’ve recently realized how many shoes a day I once tied.

Still, at the start of this third trimester I feel superb.

No longer bending, but  at least I’m not waddling – yet.