Ignorance is Bliss.

This is me leaving our wedding over a year and a half ago. Had Justin known that just a few hours later, I would be on a full-blown mission to procreate, he may have re-evaluated this whole marriage thing. I kid. I’m pretty sure he knew what he was getting himself into… Somewhat.

I have always loved babies — they are the sweetest, best-smelling little things — and as soon as Justin and I were married I began having visions of us with our own little ones (they were mighty cute in those visions, I must say. They’re coming from some pretty good genes, apparently.)

Anyway, as much as I wanted a baby of my own, the desire to be a cute pregnant lady was almost as strong. I remember the countless conversations with Stephanie, discussing the importance of continuing to wear high heels throughout pregnancy… I still strongly believe in this, by the way. See, I had this preconception about pregnant women. At the time, they seemed like the 2.0 versions of themselves with their glowing skin, thick hair, cute clothes… I absolutely couldn’t wait to experience all of that and be equally as adorable!

Let’s fast forward to Spring, 2008. I’m pregnant everybody! Yay! Any day now, I’m going to have that enviable pregnancy glow, Victoria’s Secret model-status luxurious hair, be prancing about town in my 4″ stilettos, and showing off my sweet baby bump. Uhhh, wrong. Yes, being pregnant is wonderful and exciting and the thought of a little life growing inside of me is enough to make me want to cry at times… but I am definitely NOT the Morgan 2.0 I had always envisioned. Here’s a little glimpse into a day of this little pregnant lady’s life…


Stumble out of bed after restless night’s sleep… managed to make it through another 8 hours of tossing and turning due to the most irritating form of cold/hot flashes I’ve ever experienced. Make up your mind, body! Do you want the three layers of blankets, or the tank top and panties? Frustrating, let me tell you. Not to mention the 17 trips to the bathroom to pee (I don’t remember drinking 50 gallons of water, thank you), where it takes on average, 3 full minutes to empty my bladder because it dribbles out SO FREAKING SLOWLY. TMI? Should I have given a disclaimer before trapping you into reading this? Well, I’m about to go into an in-depth anatomy discussion, so the weak have been warned.

Hop in the shower, take a look at my not-so-flat stomach and realize I can no longer see it as easily as I was once able to. I have these … things in the way. Since when do you blow up 2 full cup sizes in a month? Seriously. It wouldn’t be so bad if the thought of their post-deflation state wasn’t so terrifying… I have a feeling these babies have hit their peak and are on a downhill slope from here on out. This saddens me… I’m too young to sag!

Look in the mirror to see thin, limp, lackluster hair and a brand new patch of broken-out skin (topping off the lovely albino-ness that is consuming my face, since I haven’t allowed myself to tan since finding out).

Outfit choosing time… my favorite! Let’s see which of my tops makes me look least like a stuffed sausage. The one that I used to use as a lounge-around shirt because it was so big and comfortable? Fatty, for the win!

Breakfast… eww. May barf at the mere sight of eggs. Off to work.


Four hours, a dead co-worker (don’t mess with me, man), and exactly 83 trips to the bathroom later, the craving for Mexican food sets in. YES, I can eat! … Uh, nevermind. Apparently the toilet enjoys burritos as well.


Feeling good, feeling good. Was able to consume a cherry Slurpee, 5000 calories worth of salt and vinegar chips and Subway sandwich in one sitting without puking it up. Woman of steel, right here. A little Office, LOST, reading up on what variety of fruit my baby compares to today and I’m off to bed. And the cycle repeats.

I’m such a Debbie Downer, right? Gotta love these hormones. Well, at least from the ankles down I look stylish.

…Because I’m 10, Apparently.

What happens when you have nothing left to read in your Google Reader, you find some old crusty gel pens, and have absolutely NOTHING to do at work? Why, plan out your next day to-do list, of course!

How sad is it that I’m looking forward to my shows so much that I actually include it in my to-do list?  I’m lame.

The Doctor’s appointment went well — was able to hear the baby’s heartbeat, which was awesome. It’s beating in the 160’s, which – according to pregnancy myths – might mean it’s a little mini-me. Oh please, oh please, oh please be a girl!

And now, I’m off to enjoy some yummy tea with my great and fabulous friend Tara.

Have fun watching The Office tonight… it’s the last one! :(

12 Weeks

What better way to celebrate the 3 month mark than to buy yourself a pair of stretchy maternity pants? These things don’t even have a zipper… they’re basically pregnant lady pull-ups. I’m just keepin’ it classy.

I figure my bump is about 90% gas, 10% baby at this point, but it’s far better to walk around in these puppies than suffocate my uterus. I actually don’t think I could have handled it for another minute, anyway.

I feel legit. :)

P.S. Could I have made a more hideous face?  I think not.

Note to Justin: I realize I’ve spent about $23,000 this week, but these were on sale. When you have a full-on Lemon Baby in your stomach, come back and tell me that I don’t need these. J/K, I love you.

Chick Flicks

Oh, Mr. Darcy. Oh, Mr. Darcy.

We love them, our moms love them, and even our men love them (although they rarely admit it)… And who can blame us? Girl movies are the best!

Doesn’t it seem like there’s a movie that was made to correspond with any given mood you’re in? Sappy, cheesy, silly, romantic, girl power-ish… ah, I love them all.

I’ve made a list of my favorites, so in no particular order (except my #1)…

Morgan’s Top 20 Chick Flicks

  • Pride & Prejudice – The Original with Colin Firth
  • You’ve Got Mail
  • Some Like it Hot
  • Where the Heart Is
  • Sabrina
  • The Notebook
  • Clueless
  • Sleeping with the Enemy
  • While You Were Sleeping
  • Memoirs of a Geisha
  • Never Been Kissed
  • Romy & Michelle’s High School Reunion
  • Bridget Jones’ Diary
  • Bring It On
  • A League of Their Own
  • Love Actually
  • Serendipity
  • Sixteen Candles
  • Sleepless in Seattle
  • French Kiss

On Girls’ Night, we always watch a few movies, eat a ton of junk food (taquitos and guacamole almost always make an appearance), and do mani/pedi’s! What are your top 5 chick flicks? Anyone have a favorite Girl’s Night tradition?

Sweet Luxury

Anyway, I stumbled upon a darling little shop over at Etsy that I just had to share. Luxe Deluxe offers a variety of unique, inexpensive and flipping adorable jewelry (have I ever mentioned what an accessory addict I am? DEFINITELY stocking up on some of these little gems).

A few of my favorites:

Love Nest – Umm, could this be any more adorable?

Audrey – Such a lovely take on ‘Modern Vintage’.

So there’s just a little dose of stylish goodness for you all before I leave for my overnight trip to San Francisco. Shopping at Union Square, anyone? You can meet my mom and I first thing at the Market Street Starbucks, but I can’t promise we won’t leave you for dead if you fail to keep up. Shopping. Fools. Right. Here.

Have a great Mother’s Day!