Starting A Business While Pregnant.

Starting a business while pregnant? Why not take the leap?

I have always wanted to start my own business.  There was always that appeal of creating something that people would love and making extra income.  I always had ideas but they never seemed to go any further than just a thought in my head or a casual discussion with someone.  Like anything, starting a business requires A LOT of work and research.  So why bother trying to start up a business while pregnant?  I think the better question is: why not start a business?

I have always had some interest in sewing.  It isn’t something that I would do a lot.  I usually would only sew when I was looking for something VERY specific but could not find anywhere.  The sewing projects seemed to grow whenever I was pregnant. Each of my boys have their own personal minky blankets and rompers that I sewed while I was pregnant. For whatever reason this pregnancy and the sewing projects just grew.  If you follow me on Instagram then you’ve seen that we’re expecting a baby girl this October.  You can definitely say that I’m excited to add some shades of pink to our mostly blue household!

Newest sewing project

I started out with trying to make moccasins and I received a positive response from family and friends.  I moved onto headbands and liked how it turned out.  I just recently attempted dresses and not only received positive responses but I liked how they turned out too.  During my free time (a.k.a. when the kids are sleeping), I’ve been searching for more sewing project ideas on Pinterest.  I have also been encouraged by my friends to sell the things I’ve been making.

Second dress for baby girl

I decided to take the leap – start a business.  Even while pregnant.

I have decided to start slow.  I’m hoping to open an Etsy shop sometime next month to get my bearings before little miss makes her debut.  I have so many ideas and so many things I want to make. After reflecting on things and having MANY discussions with my husband, I decided that pushing things out in increments would be my best course of action.  The last thing I would want is to offer so many items at once but not be able to deliver quality products.

Right now my focus is on headbands and I’ve been messing around with extra fabrics.  Moccasins are my next goal.  I’m hoping to send out some testers out to get some input.  Eventually I would like to incorporate clothes once I feel more comfortable.  Right now button holes are my nemesis, hah!

Bow inventory growing

I don’t know where this is going to take me.  I have never opened up any type of business.  I did not go to college for a business degree.  Yet I still want to do this.  Probably one of the biggest barriers I’ve broken during this process is the feeling that I may not be good enough.  If anything, I’ve learned that sometimes your initial course of action does not result in the goal you intended.  More often than not, it uncovers something you never discovered about yourself.  It leads you to a path you would have never considered.

Pregnant or not, I’ve decided to start on this new path. I know that it’s not going to be easy.  I’m expecting set-backs.  I know there will be tears.  I’m expecting that I have to work extremely hard.  Regardless if I was pregnant, I know that the difficulty level, set-backs, tears, etc. are all going to happen.  It may seem a little unconventional to start a business at this time.  I’m sure that many businesses have started out that way.

I feel that by not trying I will be left with questions that begin with “what if…”  Ultimately I want to show my children to not be afraid to take a leap.  I would want them to take that leap of faith and try to eliminate those “what if…” questions.  I also want to let go of that fear that always manages to convince to not try something new.

So, why not now?

Is there something holding you back from trying something new?

Breaking My Social Media Hiatus.

I actually didn’t think I would be back on here.  The internet, social media, for that matter.   My health was taking a turn mid-last year.  I began to notice it but the problem didn’t really present itself until late last year.  At that point I decided to place all my energy into my health and my family and I didn’t even hesitate when I went on a social media hiatus.

I went radio silent on my mom-comment groups, social media accounts, collaboration emails, and this blog.  I just left it.  Classes and my approaching graduation date was placed on hold too.  At that time, it didn’t matter.  I didn’t know what was going on with me health-wise.  The next 5 months were spent focusing on trying to figure out what was wrong.  Doctor visits, lab tests, scans, medication consultations became my routine at that point.

It really is a strange feeling to go back to something that was part of your routine for so long.  It is equally as strange to fall out of the routine that has been a part of the last 5 months.  On the day that I received the news that everything was in the clear and my health was heading toward a positive direction, I was also presented with something I was not expecting.

I was 3 months pregnant.

Shock, happiness, and fear came over all at once.  Shocked because getting pregnant was unexpected.  Happiness due to receiving news that my health was improving.  Fear?  Well, 3 kids so close in age?  It was a fear-panic.

Wishful thinking trying to get the boys in on the bumpdate 😉

As I’m typing this, I am just a little over 18 weeks pregnant.  Enjoying this pregnancy as the nausea is limited and the hyperemesis I experienced my last pregnancy is non-existent.  We’ll be finding out the sex of the baby in 2 weeks but we have our suspicions 🙂

I genuinely appreciate the messages that I received while I was on my social media hiatus.  I actually didn’t get to read any of them until a few days ago when I felt like, “ok, maybe I can do this again.” I truly missed seeing your daily photos and posts.

The last 5 months have changed a lot of things for me.  The direction that I want to go with my career and the overall focus I want to give my family.  I’m really not sure what that means for my blog and any related social media accounts.  At this point, I’m just taking it one day at a time.  Hope you all bear with me as I figure it out!

The Strength I Found in Motherhood.

Becoming a mama has made me realize that I have a lot more strength than I thought.
Becoming a mama has made me realize that I have a lot more strength than I thought.

When you’re pregnant with your first child, many veteran mamas tell you how wonderful it will be. The focus of their excited chatter is mainly about the baby.  You hear about the sleep you’ll lose, the milestones to look forward to, and all the tips and tricks you may or may not want to hear.

They often don’t tell you how it will change YOU as an individual.  Yes, they tell you that motherhood is rewarding but never expand on it.  They also don’t tell you about the beauty you find in yourself nor do they tell you the strength that grows within you.

Motherhood is an ever changing thing. It’s filled with so many different emotions (often in the span of 5 minutes).  Motherhood is something you not only put so much of your heart into but your soul as well.  So much of yourself is put into caring for tiny humans.

We’re often second guessing our decisions.  We worry how every possible action and reaction will effect our children.  Talk about even more pressure when you add having other mamas, parents, in-laws, and just about anyone else in the world being able to comment and scrutinize a mama’s every move into all of this. Trying to navigate motherhood with PPD makes it even more nerve wracking.  It feels like things are intensified by 100.  Often you’re trying to find the strength to have strength.  Add the stereotypes that is often associated with PPD, well, a person needs all the strength they can get.  You feel like you not only need to prove it to yourself that you can make it through but to others as well.

Yes, you do second guess yourself in motherhood.  Whether it’s exclusively breastfeeding, formula feeding, cloth diapers, co-sleeping, teaching your child sign language, or only giving them organic food. You are continually second guessing every decisions and every move through the constant running thoughts in your head, comments from others, or articles you read.  You feel like you need to, or are more than ready, to defend the previous mentioned choices.  When things don’t seem to go as you thought (i.e. crib training early on, switching to formula feeding, etc.), you find yourself second guessing your second guessing!

However, you also realize through the missteps and triumphs that you’re doing the best that you possibly can.  

You see it when your child reaches a milestone.  It’s seen when your child’s laughter is so joyful you have tears in your eyes.  You can also see it when you watch your child’s personality budding before you.  Your child’s progression, whatever the pace, will show you everything.

O and W.

 

Motherhood makes you vulnerable, it makes you protective, and it makes you stronger as a person. 

This is why you become so passionate about every decision you make.  You may have a bad motherhood day but the thing is, you wake up to do it all over again.  Maybe with not as much strength as the day before but you still do it.

I’ve realized that the choices I’ve made so far regarding my children are led with my heart.  I become protective over those decisions because I know in my soul it was the right thing for my child. That I take such criticism and scrutiny so dearly because I’ve put my heart into these children.  I know it can be easy to question the parenting decisions of others but in the end aren’t we all making childrearing decisions that others will question and scrutinize?  It’s then that I realize that while the advice given should be taken under consideration, it doesn’t necessarily mean that I need to follow each and every tip.

My babies and motherhood have taught me to continue putting my heart and soul into the things I love.  Motherhood has taught me to not apologize for my beliefs.   That it’s okay to be protective when it comes to scrutiny or criticism.  More importantly, it has taught me that there was always this strength in me.  It continues to grow as my children grow.  It continues to grow even when I make missteps as a mama.  It continues to grow as I maneuver my way through PPD.  Motherhood has shown me that my strength was always there, it just need a kick from two handsome little men for me to realize that it was there all along.

signed, dee

A Mama, yes, but so much more. 

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I'm still trying to get a handle on being a mother, a wife, and striving to be a stronger woman for myself.
I see glimpses of that strong and successful woman.

 

I feel like I’m in a strange point in my life. I’m trying to transition to a career that is completely new. I’m trying to figure out how to be a Mama to two children. Trying to be a good spouse is thrown in there. I’m also trying to find some inspiration to get back into art.

Before the babies, I would pour myself into books and finish through them quickly.  I would be able to draw or paint when I felt like it.  Going out for a quick bite to eat was not a process that consisted of wrangling children to get dressed and my hair half done.  Food was enjoyed and not quickly inhaled to ensure a toddler wasn’t wandering around a restaurant or grabbing everything breakable.  Sleep?  Well there was definitely much more of that.

I feel that I have done my best to take on new roles in mamahood, as a wife, and as a working mama.  I have been doing my best to intertwine all three but forgot about doing things for myself.  Don’t get me wrong, I love my role as a mama and as a wife.

Despite what I’m going through, I love being a Mama.  My husband and I have our ups and downs but we’ve tackled so much so far in marriage.  It’s definitely been a journey but there have been a lot of moments of happiness and laughter.

The working mama, well I’m still adjusting to that.  I’m in that group of mamas that really want it all career wise but in the comfort of her home to be with her babies.  Right now I’m doing my best to just enjoy my leave from work.

I think it’s wrong to consider mamahood as just revolving around kids.  I’m beginning to see that it encompasses so much more.  As mothers we of course put our family first and ourselves last.  I always thought that being a Mama meant just that – family first.  Being able to allow myself, yes allow myself, to have time for myself is something I’m struggling with.

I believe I’m slowly moving towards the woman I want to become.  I know that woman that is strong and beautiful in her own way is in there, I see glimpses of it from time to time. A woman who is a mother that not only loves her children fiercely but encourages them to grow.  A wife that continues to communicate, have fun with, and grow with her husband.  A woman that learns to balance time for herself because she deserves it too.  A woman that is successful and loves what she does, whether working for a company or building her own business.

So I will continue to squeeze in time for painting or drawing. I will give my boys as many kisses as I can and hug them if I can wrangle them in.  I will keep scribbling down ideas to become my own boss.  I’ll try to remember to not get too frazzled with everything going on but I won’t make any promises.  Most importantly I will continue to keep moving forward to that woman I keep catching glimpses of and learn from this whole process.

Enjoymamahood Journey: PPD

enjoymamahood journey: ppd

My journey with postpartum depression (PPD) has been a very tiring one.  I’m learning that it’s okay to have bad days just as it is okay to have the good days.  Although I’m having my good days, it does not necessarily mean i’m not having an internal struggle with myself.  I’m often reminding myself to be present, smile often, laugh often, and that I’m doing pretty good at this motherhood thing.  It may be filled with a lot of yawns due to a sleepless night.  It may also be where I push myself a little harder to get myself and the boys out of the house.  It could also be that I simply was able to get the laundry from the washer into the dryer.

The bad days are still there.  Definitely not as much as before but there.  I am awake, I am functioning, I can get things done.  Often I feel like I’m walking in my own cloud space.  I’m still reminding myself to be present, smile often, laugh often, and look at how happy my babies are.  I get so sucked into the fog of my thoughts that I stare off into space.  Am I doing a good job?  Am I doing this motherhood thing right?  Why can’t I be happy?  Why do I feel so down?  “Why?” complies on top of more “Why?”

Late nights and early mornings are much harder for me during this time.  I wake up on my own.  There is no crying baby that needs to be consoled or fed.  There is no crying toddler that had a nightmare.  I wake up and I’m wide awake.  I put on a book on Audible and try to fall back asleep.  Often, I get up and do schoolwork.  Sometimes there is crying.  There is guilt for feeling the way that I do. There is definitely anger within myself for feeling this way.  There is helplessness due to feeling this way.  By the time I am ready to go back to sleep it usually is an hour or so before the babies wake.  I don’t let myself sleep in.  I get up and I take care of them.  I take care of things around the house.  We go run errands.  We go on a walk.  All of this is going on and I am encouraging myself to keep pushing forward.  Encouraging myself that this is just a bad day and I can get through it.  I’m encouraging myself with my boys smiles and their laughs.  I’m willing the cloud above me to just go away.

I don’t know how much of a good job I’m doing with masking this from my family and close friends.  It is tiring and I wish that it was something as simple as willing it to go away instantly.  I know that this is a process.  I know that it won’t be easy.  I know that there are good days and there are bad days.  Some people say it’s hormones and some people say it isn’t a real thing.  It is a real thing.  I not only feel it with every part of my mind and body but I am living it.  I am trying to not only live through it but find a way to live without it.  It’s hard not to feel like people will judge, especially those that you are close with.  Will they think differently of me?  Will they even want to be around me while I’m going through this?

For now I am taking it one step at a time.  One doctor’s appointment at a time.  I’m reminding myself to be present and be mindful.  That I am doing a pretty okay job with my babies.  They are happy, they are healthy, they are hitting milestones, and seem to love me even on my bad days.

What I do know, that even though I feel the way that I do, I am so SO very happy that I have my babies.  They have shown me such a love that makes my chest hurt from happiness.  My babies make it worth every step I’m taking to overcome PPD.

Hey you, enjoy your motherhood.

My Motherhood {enjoymamahood}

There honestly is nothing like being a mother.  The motherhood journey is forever excited, filled with a lot of smiles and laughs.  It can also be filled with tears, headaches, and a lot of self-doubt.

You often find yourself the first one up even though you were the last to go to bed.  Your mind is screaming both “5 more minutes” and “Get up, this is your only ‘me’ time.”  You do your best to quietly get out of bed and try to slowly open the door to your children’s room(s) to make sure they’re sound asleep.  A sigh of relief escapes your lips to see that not only are they still asleep but their littles chests are slowly rising in their deep sleep.  You fuel up with coffee and try to eat some breakfast only to be greeted with bright-eyed kids.

Your ears ring with toddler tantrums, baby cries, and sibling arguments.  Everyone else has full bellies with milk or snacks and clean outfits.  However, you’re often still in pajamas, your hair hasn’t been washed in a few days, and your stomach is eating itself from hunger.  When you think you are about to get a moment to yourself, you see Cheerios scattered across the floor, marker scribbles on the wall, or one of your kids is waking from a nap.

Your body aches, your head is pounding, yet there is something that just keeps pushing you to keep going.  Your children may yes the last ounce of patience you have in you but you love them.  You have this love that is so fierce.  There is a sense to try and protect them as best as you can, nurture them with all your love, and open their eyes and minds to the world around them.  You then wake up and do it all over again.

Sometimes you do so with a full-time job or a part-time job.  You try your best not to think of the precious moments you may be missing.  Often the thing that gets you through the work day is the warm little hug your children will give you.  Sometimes it’s the smile of happiness that you see when you walk in the door that keeps you going although you are so very tired.

Hey you, enjoy your motherhood.  It isn’t easy and sometimes it isn’t pretty, I know.  Those sweet kisses, tight hugs, and giggles of delight you get make it so worth it.  Your children love you through it all, unwashed hair and tired eyes, just as you love them no matter what.  A mother sees their child with so much love and a child sees their mother as their very own superhero, don’t you forget it. 

Enjoymamahood Journey: School – time

One of the things I struggle with the most while working on this current degree is the time it takes away from my babies.  It was a little easier to balance the time when it was just one kid.  I would study during his naps or wait until he went to sleep for the night to work on papers.  My first born may be rambunctious but he does love his naps and goes to bed fairly early so I can get things done.

Add another child?  Well, what is time?  W is still a puzzle I’m trying to figure out.  Unlike his older brother, he likes to sleep in, naps currently can’t be done without him unless I’m wearing him, and he likes to stay up later at night than his brother.  I’ve decided that temporarily, at least I’m hoping, I have to be a night owl.  Oh how I love my sleep, it’s also especially imperative due to my PPD, but graduation is so close I can feel it at my fingertips.  So for now, I will be a night owl.

It’s a little hard to see it now, with the massive bags under my eyes, how bloodshot my eyes look, and just how darn sleepy I feel.  I really don’t want to take away too much time I can be spending with my babies.  I guess I just needed to remind myself, that this will be worth it.  I really want this and I decided to go back to school for another degree not only for myself but my family as well.  I can’t see it completely right now, due to the lack of coffee quite possibly, but it will be worth it.