baby links for Linda

*Please note, I’m writing this post at the request of my mother, who can’t figure out how to pass on links to baby registries.*

Everyone, as of today, we are 41 days away from when this kiddo is supposed to make his entry into the world.  Not terrifying at all, right? I’m still not 100% sure if I’ll be delivering in New Orleans or Iowa, which I’m trying to see as part of the adventure, instead of a reason to stress out.  PS, hour long workouts and forcing myself to meditate and journal for 30 minutes definitely helps with all the stress.

Teddy Bear Booties from Old Navy

Now, my mom is stressing out about all the stuff that one needs for a baby.  And the fact that I’m still (f)unemployed, but that makes the whole transition to maternity/bonding time that much easier.  Meanwhile, I’m obsessing over fuzzy baby boots and miniature Air Jordans.

Anyways, back to the topic at hand.  Making registries is so much fun.  I made myself stick to Amazon and Target, and only doing them online.  I just know that if I get that scanner gun in one hand, and a dirty chai from Starbucks, that Target wouldn’t know what hit it.

Here are the links that Linda can’t figure out how to pass on:

Amazon.  I’ll admit, I do a lot of “add to registry” clicking here.  I know I like options, and figure everyone else does too.

Target. Shorter and sweeter.  The baby and I are going to be sharing a bedroom, so I’ve been wondering if I can add decoration stuff.  And Scotti stuff.  My furry boy is going to need some rawhides and such.

Plumfund.  This is like GoFundMe, but without the sense of emergency that seems to go with it.  Any $ gifts will go to bills, baby necessities, and the items I feel a little weird asking for, like nursing bras.

Other items I’m in love with:

Do you see how beautiful this bag is? I fell in love before I even knew I was pregnant.  Sturdy leather, roomy, and it converts into a backpack.  It’s clearly nice enough that it’ll make my cutoffs and messy buns look a little nicer.

I’ll admit straight away that I’m not much of a snuggler.  I find myself really excited to cuddle with Teddy though, and I’ve heard that wraps can be really good for helping mamas with postpartum depression. This print is so much fun and seems like it would disguise any stains that might be left behind.

A moses basket.  Seriously, I might stalk this Instagram hashtag on a daily basis.  It’s so cute and I just want Teddy to be a part of it.  Since I’m really only planning to use it for photo opportunities, I ‘m hoping to find a cheaper one.  Does anyone have any good ideas for how to use a moses basket after it’s been outgrown and between babies? I was thinking blanket or stuffed animal storage.

Oh. My. God.  I adore Wyatt the Fox.  If they had a boy version of the mermaids, I’d totally be all about it.

That’s all for now, unless someone wants to talk to Ellen about hooking Teddy and I up with a car.  I’m off to do some more yoga.


on crowdfunding and village building

Edit: I got bored with this whole crowdfunding idea pretty quickly.  But feel free to Venmo me (MeredithHope) or PayPal me (  Cause I’m still (f)unmployed, phoneless and trying to figure out wtf is my life.


y’all money is getting tighter and tighter as my belly gets bigger and bigger.  Last week was the first time I’ve ever had someone stare at my stomach instead of my boobs.  My boobs we kind of sad, especially since they’re looking phenomenal at the moment.

But back to the topic at hand.

I fully believe in crowdfunding, and people giving real help when it is needed.  Sure, prayers are great.  But prayers don’t keep people in their homes, or food in their bellies.  I grew up with a sick parent.  I can’t tell you the names of anyone who prayed for my family, but I can tell you the names of the man who paid off the balance of my freshman year of college, the women who brought meals to my mom and brothers, the people who made sure my car had gas so my brothers and I could visit my dad when possible.  Sure the prayers were great, and it felt awesome to know so many people were sending positive vibes to my family, but my brother’s childhood Sunday School teacher who realized the three of us could live on apples, pizza rolls, mac & cheese cereal and milk, and made sure that we had a good supply at all times when my mom was in the hospital during 8th grade? She’s the real champ.

There’s a lot of pros and cons for crowdfunding.  How do you know the money is going to what the person claims? Why should we help a middle school band go to a museum 16 hours away? I feel like there was a lady a few years back who set up a GoFundMe so she could go to Vegas and some big boxing match with her friends.  And if you’re ever bored and looking for a way to spread some kindness and break up $100, I fully recommend that you hit up GFM and spread some love around.

Right now, I’m working on 2 things.  1) figuring out a money/job plan so I can be the best baby mama/Scotti mom I can be.  2) letting more people into my life and it’s goings-on.  I am definitely a runaway when I get stressed about my life, and that tends to scare a lot of the people that I love.  So this is me doing both.

1) I set up a GoFundMe page in the haze of sleepiness.  Do I feel like I’m losing control by asking strangers for help? Yes.  But I’ve felt like my life has been spinning out of control for the past 8 weeks, so this can either speed it up until I barf, or slow it down.  I love the idea of getting to spend the next 3.5 months focusing on preparing myself mentally, emotionally and physically for this baby.  I fully intend to keep applying for jobs, and forcing myself to start hitting up networking events, but also creating a home for my little family.

Do you know how you baby proof an apartment with concrete floors? Lots of rugs.

And not only do I want that 2 months of baby time once this guy emerges, but I also know how badly I need it.  When I had Captain B., (the baby boy who was adopted 5 years ago), I spiraled into a postpartum depression that took me 18 months and my dogs to claw out off.  So with the idea that I would need to go back to work ASAP to keep making money for me and baby, that terrifies me and my spirit.

For a reason I can’t comprehend, our country still doesn’t treasure babies the way we claim, or recognize the fact that people need time to bond and to heal within their new families (however those families are created).  I think we’re working on being better at this, but we’ll see.

2) Letting people in.  While I’m working up to posting the GFM link to Facebook, it’s pretty major for me to tell people that have a general idea of me that I need help.  But I also believe that you don’t have a right to the good parts of someone’s life if you’re not willing to even acknowledge the hard parts.  So this is me, telling the world that I’m going through a really hard part and that I need help.

Here’s that link one more time, in case you missed it:

And here’s a picture of Scotti, baby boobs, and I looking adorable:


Thanks for reading and praying/good vibe sending/ and any help you might be able to send.