When you’re a Type A personality, you attack most things in life with a plan. So naturally, going into this pregnancy I had mentally made notes of things I wanted to do: go as far along in the labor process before asking for an epidural, attempt to breastfeed, do everything to avoid an emergency c-section, etc. Then I found out we were having twins, and I’m slowly learning how to relinquish my Type A tendencies because being a mom of twins does not allow for that type of personality. It’s been awhile since I’ve done a pregnancy update, and to be honest, I haven’t had much to say because (knock on wood) it’s been pretty smooth sailing so far. For the most part I’ve had lots of energy, been working long days at work in preparation for maternity leave later this summer, going to Orange Theory classes, and getting lots of walks in with our dog. It wasn’t until last Sunday I had my first pregnancy meltdown…
The word winter has been so foreign to me the last handful of years in California. With the extended rain that has taken place into spring, Justin and I couldn’t have thought of a better escape than to head south to visit his family for a much needed long weekend. It wasn’t until a few years ago that some of Justin’s family and grandma moved to the south, so it was actually our first visit to the state! I’ve had Charleston on my bucket list of places to visit in the US for years, and it was such a treat that our trip exceeded expectations. Without a doubt, my favorite cities to visit are the ones where locals can share their favorite go-to spots or even act as our tour guides. We left with such a love for the area that we are dreaming of renting a beach house for our next trip back to stay longer — what’s even more bizarre to think is that we’ll have the twins with us for when we return! Eek!
The past couple weeks have been nothing shy of chaotic. I feel like I’m racing against the clock to accomplish a million things whether it be for work or personal matters, and I’m a little desperate for things to slow down a pinch. I’m sure if they did I’d find something to fill that time with, but a girl can dream. Regardless, I recently scored some amazing work + play pieces that are ideal to travel with — which for me means I don’t need to rely on ironing or steaming anything!
As much as I love to try and be my own person, there are a few things that I follow the masses on. One of them being that I dread Mondays. So much so that around 4pm on Sunday my happy-go-lucky weekend mood starts to disappear, and I mentally start to prepare my to-do list. The funny thing is that I love my jobs (I work in digital advertising full-time, and focus on my blog in my free time). So while I used to drag my feet on Mondays because I didn’t love something about my job, I’ve really thought to myself what is it that makes Mondays so awful?