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July Update: 60 Day Countdown!

Posted on July 28, 2026 by Eryn 🐰

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How is July already almost over?

It feels so weird knowing I’ve been in Vegas for almost a month. Somehow this month flew by.

I’m officially 31 weeks pregnant, and it’s funny how different the countdown feels depending on how you measure it. Saying I have 9 weeks left sounds like forever. Saying I have 60 days until my due date? Suddenly it feels like this baby could be here tomorrow.

As of today, I have:

60 days until my due date.
18 days until my baby shower.
Absolutely no idea how many days until this baby actually decides to make her grand entrance.

Everyone keeps telling me stories about how their babies came two or three weeks early. Let’s all collectively pray this little girl decides to arrive on her due date… and let’s also pray Hector gets approved for an apartment soon.

I thought I’d have a much bigger update this month, but honestly my sleep schedule has been completely out of whack. I somehow bruised my back, and I swear my hips have become completely misaligned from sleeping on my side every night. It’s been a whole vibe over here.

At this point, I’m definitely ready to not be pregnant anymore… but baby still needs to cook a little longer.

The weird thing is I don’t actually feel much different than I did in June. Like I’ve said before, I still have zero nesting instincts. My pregnancy books keep insisting that around 31 weeks Braxton Hicks contractions usually start picking up, and to that I simply say… absolutely not. Please and thank you. I’d be perfectly happy if they waited.

One thing I wasn’t expecting? Being separated from Hector has completely ruined our plan to stay on top of all the movies we wanted to see this year. Where’s my midnight showing of Spider-Man? I’m not doing that alone.

And, somehow, bringing a tiny human into the world also means I’ll miss seeing a Hunger Games movie in theaters for the very first time. I’ve seen all five on the big screen, so ending that streak feels oddly emotional. Especially since it’s the one I know will hurt the most to watch.

Pregnancy really is full of unexpected milestones.

Six Months Pregnant and Constantly Confused

Posted on June 20, 2026 by Eryn 🐰

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This is a bit of a TMI topic, but lately I genuinely can’t tell whether I need to poop or if it’s just the baby moving.

And I’m only six months pregnant.

I’ve heard this is pretty common when you’re closer to the finish line—around 36 weeks and beyond. A lot of women even say they spend those last few weeks wondering if they’re having contractions or just need to use the bathroom. Needless to say, I’m not exactly looking forward to that stage.

The wild part is that I still have about 15 weeks until my due date. Fifteen weeks! Somehow that feels both incredibly close and impossibly far away.

This was definitely not one of the pregnancy symptoms I was prepared for.

I’ve been reading the baby books. I’ve downloaded the apps. I know what fruit size the baby is every week and what organs they’re currently developing. But somehow I keep missing the chapter titled, “Here’s the weird thing your body is about to do.”

The books do a great job explaining what the baby is working on in there. What they don’t always explain is why Isuddenly feel like a completely different species.

So I end up doing what every pregnant woman does: Googling it.

Every single time, I convince myself something strange is happening, only for the internet to tell me, “Yep, that’s normal pregnancy stuff.”

Then I feel a little silly for looking it up in the first place.

The funny thing is that it’s never anything serious. It’s never something that requires urgent care or even a doctor’s appointment. It’s always just another random symptom that apparently every other pregnant woman already knew about and forgot to mention.

So here I am, once again wondering how the miracle of life can also be so disgustingly annoying.

Everyone keeps telling me to enjoy this time before the baby arrives, but I can’t put my shoes on without assistance, I can’t get comfortable in bed, and sleep has become a distant memory.

I used to be a champion sleeper. I could sleep through anything. I loved sleeping.

Now I’m awake at 3 or 4 a.m. every night for two or three hours, staring at the ceiling and questioning all of my life choices. Then I finally fall asleep around 7 or 9 a.m., wake up hours later, and feel guilty because half the day is gone.

Pregnancy is amazing. It really is.

But some days it feels like my body wakes up and says, “You know what would be fun? A brand-new inconvenience.”

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