It has been well over a year since I’ve posted anything here and who knows how long since I have ever blogged regularly. I miss it. I miss the days of EmilyPie – back when blogging wasn’t ruined by sponsored posts and instagram. Of course, if I don’t care about making money from my posts, why am I lamenting of the days blogging’s past? It doesn’t matter to me. What matters is that I have an outlet for my thoughts. I can document the daily goings on in my life. So, maybe I will.

That being said, HI! I had a baby! He is scrumptious. He was born in November 2016. Maybe I should document his birth story? Do I remember his birth story? Funny thing, Shawn remembers it CLEARLY – the good, the bad and the ugly. I, on the other hand, have a romantic memory of finally meeting the little bundle of joy I had been harboring for 9 long months. Never mind the nearly 24 hours of labor and 3-4 hours of pushing, pooping on the delivery table or the multiple epidurals because OMGWHYISNTITWORKING?

Psh. Whatever. I have a baby!

Oh… back up. We sold our house in Oregon and moved to Missouri. Actually, we bought a house in Missouri, THEN sold our house in Oregon and eventually moved to Missouri. It was a long and miserable process for someone nearing her 3rd trimester. We did this for a lower cost of living, to have money in the bank, for a change in careers for my husband, so I could stay home with Wyatt and to be closer to my family (for the first time in 13 years since I moved away).

So, basically our lives are pretty different. All for the better!

Instead of going back and filling anyone who might see this in on what has happened, I think I’ll just dive into the present. I don’t have the mental capacity to retell everything that has happened over the past 12 months. It has been a ride.

Hopefully I can keep this going. (HA!)



I really should be blogging about my pregnancy. Instead, I just have a bunch of tweets, instagram posts, and facebook posts here and there mentioning how I’m feeling each day. Currently, I’m 18 weeks and 6 days pregnant. That means I’m 19 weeks tomorrow… and 20 weeks next Wednesday…. THAT’S HALFWAY!

Holy moly.

My bump is definitely showing. I’m wearing mostly maternity clothes at this point. I’ve fallen in love with Pink Blush Maternity … especially if they have a sale! They have so many cute items and many of them I can wear even after the baby comes.

Oh… the baby! I forgot to mention…. We’re having a BOY! A little boy we are going to name Wyatt Gale. We are already calling him by his name. It’s crazy how naming the baby after finding out the gender really helps you to create an identity for him in your own mind.

My first trimester was fairly miserable, though I guess it could have been worse. I lost 7 lbs at first due to a complete lack of appetite. I was exhausted. I couldn’t brush my teeth without gagging and even throwing up sometimes. I was pretty useless. Hats off to those ladies who are pregnant AND raising other kids.

Now that I’m into the 2nd trimester, I’m pretty bummed my appetite hasn’t come back. I’m usually good to eat most food before 4pm, but once 4pm hits, I’m pretty much toast. Can’t eat. Nothing sounds good. I drink a lot of chocolate milk and eat a lot of tomatoes.

At my 12 week exam, the doctor mentioned that I appear to have complete placenta previa. He put my on pelvic rest until my next ultrasound – which is this Friday for the big ol’ anatomy scan. Fingers crossed that my placenta has moved up!


Coming Soon!

After 3.5 years of battling infertility with various tests and several failed treatment cycles… we finally beat infertility naturally! Apparently I got knocked up on our anniversary trip to Seattle!


Little one is due in November and is already dictating everything I do. Eat this, don’t eat that, sleep now, pee now!



We said goodbye to this beautiful creature today. It’s pretty much the hardest thing I’ve ever done in my life. Finnegan, you were the best ride or die a girl could ask for. We were inseparable. The sound of your breathing had a calming effect on me. You were my anti-anxiety dog. You were my furry soulmate. I hate that I didn’t know you were in pain for however long. I hate that I couldn’t help you. I fucking hate that I had to make the decision. You were only 9. We were supposed to have so many more years together. I love you, bud. You’re no longer in pain. You went peacefully. You even “sat” one last time for me. My heart has forever changed because of you. Thank you for your sweet, goofy, love. My little Finny Winny. My furry soulmate. I’ll remember you forever.