To Be the Best I Can Be…

…at being a……


(Insert time for you to gasp, cry, scream, laugh, or any other emotion you might have)

That’s right readers, Greg and I have been keeping a pear shaped secret from you for a while now! We’re expecting!

Everything I have posted over the past few months has been true, but it’s all been only part of the truth. Now, I want look back and give you a glass door peek into our lives throughout this journey so far.

Remember the post about my high school reunion? (Yeah, let’s go that far back) Greg and I  decided to start trying with the thought that we would love to have our first child around the time of our second anniversary (July 2018) and while there were some symptoms as of early September that I was pregnant I wasn’t completely sure. We met with friends up in Indy to go to a Colt’s game and I specifically remember cramping and thinking okay it was a false alarm, clearly it wasn’t supposed to happen this month. Greg then traveled that week for work, leaving me to my own thoughts and Google (a decidedly dangerous combination). By Wednesday, on the phone with him I stated “When you get back we are either taking a pregnancy test, or taking me to the hospital, because something is up.” On a side note, Greg had asked to be apart of the whole process, he didn’t want to be surprised with a pregnancy, he wanted to know when I thought it was a possibility and to be there when I took the test. He arrived home late that next day and we rushed upstairs. No joke, I couldn’t even come out of the bathroom before both lines were clear as day. “We’re pregnant!” I exclaimed before combusting into a puddle of tears in my husband’s arms. Insert two very long weeks of pretty much ignoring all of our friends and family. We decided it would be best to go to the doctor, confirm the baby was safe and healthy before starting to tell family, so I literally spent 14 days hardly responding to texts, ignoring many of my family’s phone calls and living in this secret world with Greg. It was incredibly hard, and yet incredibly sweet. Heck, I went with my best friend and her husband to our high school reunion, at a bar, and didn’t drink…. please observe Hint #1.

Our first baby Dr appointment was on a Friday and we wasted no time. By Saturday afternoon Greg and I were at the airport flying to FL to grab a rental car and surprise my parents and family. This was not easy. If you know anything about me, you know I can’t keep secrets, so texting my mom while knowing I was currently sitting at a Culver’s less than 5 miles away from her was torture. Greg’s parents are snowbirds in FL 6 months of the year so within 48 hours we went from being the only ones who knew to surprising my parents, my sister, her husband and kids, and his parents with our wonderful news. Looking back on that weekend I am still to this day amazed we were able to pull it off and exhausted by how much running around we did in such a short period of time. Note, those of you expecting or wanting to get pregnant soon, take my advice, nausea at 6 weeks pregnant and flying do not go together well.

From there we told my other sister and Greg’s brother and soon after close friends. We didn’t publicly announce the baby on social media until I was into my second trimester to be safe. I knew I wanted to tell those who would stand beside us and mourn with us if something were to have happened before that.

Oh yeah, remember Thanksgiving? That’s right, I was well into my morning all day sickness at this point, but thankfully was well enough to pretty much handle the meal. Yes, the sight of the turkey had me running for the bathroom, and the smell of the garlic at 9 AM wasn’t the best, but I was incredibly blessed to say that there was another one joining us for the celebrations.

So now what? Is this ‘marriage’ blog suddenly going to be filled with anything and everything pregnancy/baby? No. At least, thats my hope. I want to be honest (as always) about what is happening to me and to us throughout this journey, which will include a lot of new changes. But I want to stick to my original plan. I want to talk about the challenges and even hardships that a baby will bring about in our marriage, or unexpected battles we encounter to fight against.

As we close I want to ask a few things of you (I know, I know, it’s like homework, but bear with me):

  1. I ask for prayers for me, for Greg, and for this baby.
  2. I ask you to stick with me. I’m not sure where you are in your journey, you might be a single teenager, half of a married couple trying to have kids, a mom living in the thick of the new stages I will be coming into, or someone who has raised their kids and is an empty nester. I believe that no matter where you are, stories can connect us.
  3. Give me feedback/criticism when you feel fit. I have been slacking on food posts like I promised and I will probably slack on marriage posts too. If you feel I am too ‘baby-centric’ please feel free to gently tell me. I promise to listen and to take your words into consideration.

I am so grateful for this platform to share our story and everything that is still to come!



What the Turkey Taught Me (Thanksgiving Lessons)

We laughed, hard.

We ate, a lot.

We enjoyed, everything.

Friends, while I will say Thanksgiving wasn’t the easiest (or cheapest) thing to complete I am so incredibly happy with how it turned out.

Things I learned:

  • Hitting the grocery on the Tuesday before turkey day is the time to go
  • Prepping food (like pies) on Wednesday was a life saver
  • Enjoy the morning, drink the coffee, watch the parade, relax for just a little while
  • Prioritize things that can be completed early, reheated, or things that are okay to be made and left out
  • Little details matter; anything you can get done ahead of time should be (i.e. things like cutting the butter and putting it on the table early enough to not be forgotten but late enough to not melt)
  • No matter how much you attempt to coordinate timing, once the turkey is ready to come out of the oven everything else is bound to be done at exactly the same moment as well.
  • Delegate. Delegate. Delegate. It really is okay to ask your brother-in-law to get the water out of the fridge and fill the cups.
  • Stress is a waste of time.
  • It will all turn out. It won’t be perfect, but it will be your kind of wonderful.

I hope everyone had a glorious Thanksgiving, an insane Black Friday, and a crazy Cyber Monday.

Now, bring on Christmas!


I have two older sisters who are both married, one with kids. I was the baby of the family. We are the very definition of a close family. Greg’s family is the exact same way, except adding me was more of an adjustment.

Greg is the oldest sibling of two and the first to get married, including his extended family. Not only is this completely new to his family, I also took them from 4 people to 5. For those of you who think this isn’t a big deal; trust me it is. Games no longer can be played with equal teams, dinner outings are never as easy, and oh yeah, I’m the only girl, so that brings its own hurtles.

Until now.

Greg’s younger brother is bringing his new girlfriend over this weekend to celebrate Father’s Day and to meet us. She has already met his parents but not Greg or me….. can I say I’m nervous? Because I’m nervous. Michael (his brother) likes to keep to himself so the fact that he is dating is a wonderful thing, but what if I don’t like her? Or what if I do like her and it doesn’t work out? I become attached too easily; its a gift and a curse.

All the while, now I get to see everyone on their best behavior again and I won’t be the one trying to impress 🙂 The joys of being out of the dating life, am I right?!

All of the obstacles I faced taking my in-laws from a family of 4 to 5 are finally settled; we got in a rhythm, we figured things out and it’s all changing. Now we are moving to 6…yikes!

Stayed tuned, because even I don’t know how this will turn out!

Little Break

I’ve taken a little break from posting, not because of a lack of something to say but a lack of time to say it.

Updates on my life (if you were wondering):

Throughout this move I have been working remotely for my previous job in Cincinnati. That job had become more than just a paycheck and those people became family. I said goodbye to that world last week as I passed it off to my replacement and while I am still going to be helping out for the next couple weeks, that left me hurting.

I also lost my grandmother a little over 2 weeks ago and while it was expected, it doesn’t make it easy.

The house is still…… a house…….. not a home. We had my parents in town for the funeral and while it was great having family close and even staying with me, it was very apparent I don’t know the area. We were constantly on our phones figuring out places nearby, and sometimes that just gets annoying.

We met up with some of our best friends half way in the middle for a dinner date and while it was not a far drive for either of us, we both got on the interstate and headed in opposite directions. Another reminder that I don’t go back to the place I yearn for.

I’ve also decided to start talking to myself as an adult. I honestly don’t think I’m in ‘self-pity’ mode but I’ve let myself feel sad. Now, I think it’s time for me to start allowing myself to feel happy; but that’s for another post.

So as life (hopefully) calms down for a minute, I hope to jump back into writing more frequently.

Thank you, deeply, for standing beside me through this journey.

May 24, 1980

My parents have been married 37 years today……37 YEARS!

Growing up, I swore I was going to have a marriage like theirs. They never let us kids affect them, or vise versa. If they were having an argument, it wasn’t in front of us; every once in a while we might have ‘felt’ the tension but there was never a raised voice to be heard. I’m sure times were sometimes harder than I realized, but that was the thing. I never realized because it was never detrimental to their marriage.

They met on the school bus as kids. My dad saved my mom a seat for months before she finally sat next to him. On their second date, my dad uttered the word ‘love’ and my mom laughed in his face. And to think they love each other more now than the day they said ‘I do.’

I’ve never seen a guy look at a girl the way my dad looks at my mom.

So Mom and Dad, if you ever read this: thank you. Dad, you have shown your three daughters how a man should love his beloved. Mom, you have shown us how to be a great wife. Thank you for loving each other through it all. For changing and growing but always choosing the other.

On behalf of all three of us…. Thank you. 

Through Life and Death

The run was super great. I felt good, was challenged without getting discouraged, hit an amazing mile time and ended up finishing first in my division. I never expected any of that to happen so I was incredibly grateful it went as well as it did.

While we were basking in the glory of our run, it also followed with a heavy heart: This weekend came with a death in the family. My husband’s grandfather passed away. Wasn’t something that was completely unexpected, as he was 95 years young, but it’s still a hard pill to swallow.

We continue to learn how to marriage through life and death.