I normally am not a big fan of donuts, but after craving them for a whole week I finally gave in and made my way to Dunkin’ Donuts. The cashier gave me a smirky smile and asked how far along I was followed by a million other questions about my pregnancy. After answering all of them she winked and gave me two free donuts!! Did I eat them? No. But that lady sure knows how to make a pregnant woman feel special. Especially because nothing in New York is free.

My favorite parts of being pregnant so far are: subway seats, free food, our awesome doorman, George, who calls me “Tiny” just to make me feel better about my ever enlarging figure, and of course the end result of having a sweet baby girl. Other than that let’s be real, being pregnant is a pain in the butt.img_1448

Our 4-pound princess is growing so fast that I am sometimes afraid she is going to break me. Her kicks and punches are stronger than ever and are never ending. At least once a day she stretches out and you can see a foot bulging out of my stomach. I have to gently push her back in, because it freaks me out. Sometimes I am tempted to try taking a tiny bit of NyQuil just to get a little bit of relief from her movement.


The only thing Riis loves more than food is her Daddy. She shoves her whole body as close as she can to him, depending on which side of me he is on. Making my stomach look morphed and lopsided. She likes to listen when he talks to her and then go into full karate mode when he stops. I just know I am going to have my hands full with this Daddy Daughter duo.


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It’s a GIRL!

Tyson and I both thought for sure we were having a boy. We even made the doctor double check the gender on Friday at our 20 week appointment. Yup, she is definitely a girl and we now have pictures of her goodies with “Girl Parts” typed across it and an arrow directing us where to look.

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Throughout this pregnancy I have come across MANY people who felt the need to tell me the gender of our baby. Or what they thought the gender of our baby would be. When this happened I always asked them why they thought it would be that particular gender. My favorite answer was from a girl I worked with. She is from Turkey, grew up in New Jersey, and is the only person who told me I was having a girl. When I asked her why she thought it was a girl she said “In my culture we believe that when you are having a girl she takes away the mother’s beauty during pregnancy.” Uummm what?? As my jaw dropped the situation just continued to get more awkward as she tried to dig herself out of the hole she blew out from under her. Let’s just say that after this experience I tried a little harder on getting myself put together. But when you combine heat, humidity, and pregnancy it tends to be scary at times, even if you put the effort in.


Tyson’s heart is already being taken over by our baby girl. She is definitely a daddy’s girl and starts moving all over when he gets home from work at night. Attention seeker… just like her dad.


Photos taken by: Brooke Morrill

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Ginger or Brunette?


Red hair is definitely a recessive gene and I think my brunette babe of a husband’s genes are going to take over my recessive red locks. I would love to have at least just one little ginger baby girl. Fingers crossed!! If I had to guess I would say baby B will have brown hair and look more like Tyson, but we will just have to wait and see. Here are some baby pics of Tyson and I.

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One question I get asked quite often is whether or not I will let me hair go back to it’s natural red color if our baby has red hair. The answer to that is probably not. For now I will be staying blonde.


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Oh Baby!

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We are super duper excited to announce that we are having a baby! Our baby is due January 27, 2017, which just so happens to be the same day 3 of my 4 siblings were born on as well. 

Being pregnant is nothing like I imagined. I always pictured growing a super cute belly that everyone gawks over, eating whatever you want, and thinking of a million name options. In reality it is rough stuff getting to that super cute belly and eating is more of a chore than anything. We are so very grateful that we were blessed with the opportunity to have a baby, but the severe nausea and puking that makes me want to curl up in bed all day is very draining.

My food aversions include…EVERYTHING. Just looking at our kitchen or the thought of going to the grocery store makes me want to puke and I avoid it at ALL costs. I also cry almost everyday as I take the subway home from work and have to decide what to eat for dinner. Food that I can’t even handle includes, broccoli, asparagus, any type of warm veggies, and ice cream (which is so sad). I go from liking one thing to hating it the next week.

Smells are HUGE triggers to immediate gut wrenching nausea and here in New York City there are endless amounts of horrible smells. There is nothing like a whiff of hot humid trash after a long day of sitting in the sun, followed by Chinese food three steps later. Barf!

One thing I have craved is melted nacho cheese. I have been known to make a few stops at Wetzel’s Pretzels or this sandwich shop behind our apartment that puts nacho cheese on tater tots. When we went to a Yankees game we got a whole bucket full of cheese fries. The man sitting behind me was shocked until I explained my situation and need for cheese.

Tyson has been working countless hours, and by countless hours I mean so many hours that 99% of you reading this can’t even imagine having to work that much. He is the hardest most dedicated worker I have ever met and I am so grateful he is my husband. I on the other hand work a little over 40-hour weeks, get home, and that’s the end of it. The nausea controls my life. The laundry, dishes, and chores pile up as I struggle to get through the long weeks.

My hormones are another story. I have shed lots of tears these last few months. Tyson gets home from work at 3am and tells me he loves me… and I cry. I once met Tyson for a quick dinner break one night and tears started streaming down my face when I saw him. Luckily these are all happy tears. I don’t feel sad, just overly excited or happy to see him.

At my 8 week appointment my super wonderful doctor prescribed me a couple of different medications to help me get through the nausea my first trimester. These have worked miracles and have eased the struggle to make it through each day… and night.

We are happy to share our big news and I will now be back in the blogging game, as I feel better now in my second trimester.


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