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The Story Behind Our Daughter’s Name

Posted on June 8, 2026 by Eryn 🐰

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Before we start, a quick disclaimer: we’re not sharing her actual name yet.

My family has always believed that telling too many people the baby’s name before they’re born is bad luck. Is there any evidence to support this? Not that I’m aware of. Am I willing to test the theory with my first child? Absolutely not.

Call me superstitious, call me paranoid, call me a first-time mom. Whatever the case, the name is staying under wraps for now. But I can tell you the story of how we chose it.

When I first got pregnant, I was convinced I’d be having a boy.

We already had a boy name picked out over a year ago. In fact, if we ever do have a son someday, we still plan on using it. So when we found out we were having a girl, we suddenly realized we had absolutely no idea what to name her.

Picking a girl’s name was surprisingly hard.

For a while, I was obsessed with floral names. Willow. Daisy. Rose. Then I swung completely in the opposite direction and started loving regal names like Elizabeth, Charlotte, and Francesca. I swear Hector and I went over like more than 100 names. Every name one of us loved, the other wasn’t completely sold on.

Eventually, we found ourselves returning to something that mattered more than finding the prettiest name on a baby name list: family.

I’ve written before about my complicated relationship with my biological father and my relationship with my stepdad. Patrick may be my father, but Efrain is my dad.

Efrain never tried to replace anyone. He never demanded the title of dad. He simply showed up, over and over again, for years. He sat through the disappointments. He listened when I cried. He celebrated my successes. He loved me without ever making me earn it.

As we were discussing names, I kept thinking about the people I wanted my daughter to grow up knowing she came from.

And if I’m being honest, becoming a parent has made me look at my own parents differently.

I’ve always said that I don’t want to beg my biological father to be a part of my life. Now that I’m pregnant, I don’t want to beg him to be a part of my daughter’s life either. I want him to want to be there, but after all these years, I know that’s probably not something I can control.

What I can control is recognizing the people who have shown up.

The funny thing is that Efrain knew I was pregnant before I even told my parents. I called to share the news, and before I could get the words out, he asked, “You’re pregnant, aren’t you?”

I was completely shocked.

The thing is, calling my parents isn’t unusual. I talk to my mom almost every day, so it wasn’t some obvious giveaway. Somehow, he just knew.

And that’s kind of who he’s always been.

Present. Paying attention. Invested.

Pregnancy has brought up a lot of emotions I wasn’t expecting. It’s made me think about the kind of parent I want to be. It’s made me appreciate my mom and Efrain even more. And yes, it’s made me more angry with my biological father than I have been in years.

Because now that I’m preparing to raise a child, I understand even less how someone can choose not to be there.

I know parenting is hard. I know people make mistakes. But I also know what showing up looks like because I had someone who did.

So when it came time to choose our daughter’s name, we went back to family.

We chose a name inspired by the man who taught me that being a dad isn’t about biology. It’s about consistency. It’s about love. It’s about showing up.

And that’s a legacy worth passing on.

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What If I’m the Narcissistic Parent?

Posted on June 4, 2026 by Eryn 🐰

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It’s kind of funny that this is the post I’m writing tonight.

Not funny haha. Funny in the way that it’s midnight, I’m pregnant, and my brain has decided we’re doing character analysis instead of sleeping.

Lately I’ve been thinking about whether I’ll be a good mom. Not because I don’t love this baby. I already do. Not because I don’t want her. I absolutely do.

It’s because sometimes I see parts of my biological dad in myself, and it scares me.

My mom and stepdad have always been loving, involved parents. My mom always says I’m basically my stepdad’s clone personality-wise, which is funny because we’re not biologically related.

But my biological dad? He can be selfish. He hates admitting when he’s wrong. He doesn’t always apologize when he hurts people. Sometimes he plays the victim.

And the worst part?

Sometimes I’m exactly the same way.

Not all the time. But enough that I’ve noticed it.

I’m about to have a daughter, and I keep wondering: what happens when my goals collide with motherhood?

Because I still have dreams. I still want a career. I still want to create things and build a life that feels like mine.

I know becoming a mom doesn’t mean I stop being a person, but how much of myself am I willing to sacrifice for someone else?

That’s the question that keeps me up at night.

Maybe I should’ve figured more things out before having a baby. Maybe I should’ve been more successful, more stable, more certain.

Sometimes I even wonder if having a child is inherently selfish because, at the end of the day, this was something I wanted.

But then I remember something.

Narcissistic people usually aren’t sitting awake at midnight wondering if they’re narcissistic.

They’re usually convinced everyone else is the problem.

Meanwhile, I’m over here spiraling because I have ambitions outside of motherhood.

Maybe being a good mom isn’t about never being selfish. Maybe it’s about recognizing when you are. Maybe it’s about apologizing when you’re wrong and choosing your child over your ego whenever those two things end up in a fight.

I don’t know exactly what kind of mom I’ll be yet.

But I hope my daughter grows up knowing that I loved her enough to question myself.

And maybe that’s a decent place to start.

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90 Days Before Everything Changes

Posted on May 30, 2026May 27, 2026 by Eryn 🐰

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Starting June 1st, I want to post every day until September 1st.

Partly as a countdown. Partly as a distraction. Partly because I think if I keep all of this in my head any longer, it’s going to swallow me whole.

My due date is at the end of September, and everyone keeps warning me that the last month is the hardest — the most uncomfortable, the most painful, the most exhausting. So this feels like my chance to get everything out before I hit that wall.

I want to write about the things I’ve been avoiding thinking about for months.

The shock of realizing I was pregnant later than I should have.

How isolating it can feel trying to process something life-changing while the rest of the world keeps moving normally around you.

Being heavily pregnant during the summer heat.

The stress of moving.

Having to find a new doctor.

Trying to figure out a completely different delivery plan now that Hector might not even be there anymore.

The fear. The uncertainty. The guilt. The physical exhaustion. All of it.

I don’t want this to be one of those perfectly curated pregnancy countdowns where everything is glowing and beautiful all the time. Some days might be hopeful. Some days might be messy. Some days might just be me complaining about swollen feet and heat waves and crying over things that don’t make sense.

But I think I need somewhere to put all of this.

Maybe by the time September comes, I’ll feel lighter for having said it out loud.

Or at least less alone while I wait for everything to change.

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My Pregnancy Cravings

Posted on May 24, 2026 by Eryn 🐰

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I’m convinced I’ve already written this post before, but every time I see someone talk about their pregnancy cravings I look at Hector and think… you should be grateful mine aren’t that bad.

For most of this pregnancy I’ve been craving what Hector lovingly calls “Red Dye 40.” Hot Cheetos, Nacho Cheese Doritos, Lucas powder candy, chamoy… basically anything that looks radioactive and would concern a nutritionist.

But suddenly this week? Everything changed.

Now all I want is pink lemonade and salsa with chips. Like aggressively. I could probably survive entirely on lemonade and salsa at this point and honestly? The baby seems very happy with that arrangement.

Pregnancy cravings are so weird because one week your body wants spicy gas station snacks and the next it wants to live like a tiny backyard picnic.

Anyway, shoutout to this little girl for keeping me humble, hydrated, and permanently thinking about snacks.

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Coming Soon to a Theater Near You

Posted on May 19, 2026 by Eryn 🐰

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At the beginning of the month, I announced that I’m pregnant — which still feels absolutely insane to say out loud. Even though most of our friends and family had already known for over a month, posting it publicly made everything feel so much more real. Like… oh. This is happening happening.

And of course, Hector and I could never just hard launch our marriage nor our pregnancy in a normal way.

We decided it was finally time to be Facebook and Instagram official with the pregnancy, and Hector came up with the funniest idea possible: a movie poster announcement.

Honestly? It was painfully on brand for us.

Our entire relationship has basically been built on dinner dates and movie nights. That’s our thing. Give us a good meal, overpriced popcorn, and a theater recliner and we are thriving. There’s something so comforting and romantic about it — even if lately I’ve become the world’s most expensive movie ticket because I physically cannot stay awake through a film anymore.

Pregnancy exhaustion has humbled me beyond belief.

I used to think people were dramatic when they talked about being tired while pregnant. No. They were underselling it. The second the lights dim in a theater, my body treats it like I’ve been sedated. Hector will be fully invested in the plot while I’m fighting for my life trying to keep my eyes open for more than seven minutes.

But I’m no stranger to sleeping through movies. Because somehow — SOMEHOW — the best sleep I’ve ever gotten in my entire life was during Halloween Ends. Yes. The Michael Myers movie from 2022. A loud horror movie about a masked serial killer gave me the most peaceful, uninterrupted sleep I’ve ever experienced. I don’t know what that says about me spiritually, but it does feel important.

Honestly, I think movie theaters might just be my natural habitat now.

So when we were thinking about how we wanted to announce this chapter of our lives, the movie poster idea felt perfect. It’s us. It’s cheesy, dramatic, a little unserious, and centered around one of our favorite things to do together.

And now we get to add a baby to the cast.

Which feels equal parts magical, terrifying, emotional, exciting… and honestly kind of camp.

Life lately has felt like one giant coming attraction trailer. So much is changing, so much is happening, and somehow between all the emotions, cravings, naps, and accidental movie theater comas, this has already become one of the sweetest seasons of my life.