I became a mom on December 6, 2023. I’m married to the love of my life and best friend. We had only been married for about six months when we found out we were pregnant. We both knew we wanted to start a family right away— I was 27, and my husband was 31. You ever do that math where you add 18 years to your age and think about how old you’ll be when your child graduates high school? We did that and both felt like we were already “too old” to wait any longer. The time felt right.
I remember the exact moment I knew I was pregnant. My husband had gone out of town for work, and the night before, we’d gone to a new Thai restaurant. I felt pretty nauseous after, but I assumed the nausea had something to do with the Thai food—except, strangely, my husband felt completely fine. I went to sleep that night, praying the nausea would pass by morning.
The next day, I woke up feeling better and not nauseous, assuming it was just the Thai food. But as the day went on, the nausea returned. Since we were trying to start a family, I figured it was a good idea to get a pregnancy test.
I vividly remember the mix of excitement and nerves as I prepared to take the test—the thrill of maybe being pregnant, the anxiety of all the “what ifs,” the sadness of having to take the test while my husband was away, and even a little embarrassment as I drove to the store (I felt like I was 16 years old still in high school!)
When I got home, I went straight to the bathroom, pregnancy tests in hand. At this point, I hadn’t told my husband about my suspicion, so I decided to record myself as I waited for the results. I had three different tests: a Clearblue one with the words “Pregnant” or “Not Pregnant,” another Clearblue with just lines, and one from my ovulation kit (also with lines). The two tests with lines showed a faint, barely visible line, but the Clearblue one with words said, “Not Pregnant.” Honestly, confused, I took it as a sign that I wasn’t pregnant (despite my sister and sister-in-law both telling me that even the faintest line means you’re pregnant).
The next morning, I didn’t feel nauseous when I woke up, but the moment I sipped my coffee, the nausea returned. I decided to push my feelings aside, knowing my husband would be home the next day.
April 7, 2023—my husband was finally back from his business trip, and I was still feeling nauseous. We both agreed it was time to take another test, and this time, the words clearly read “Pregnant.” Oh, the joy we felt in that moment was indescribable.
Long story short, there’s nothing in life I wanted more than to be a mom. I’m now the proud mom of two beautiful girls (I’ll share the full story of baby number two in due time), but I don’t think anyone could’ve fully prepared me for the unexpected realities of parenthood—both the highs and the lows. I’m not saying that if I had known about the tough, messy side of parenting, I would have chosen not to have kids. But with the way social media portrays motherhood these days, it’s easy to forget that there’s a whole world of raw, unfiltered truths that often get left out.
When I was deep in the postpartum fog after having my second baby, it was all too easy to fall into the trap of comparing myself to those stay-at-home mom influencers who made it all look so effortless. Some of these moms were juggling “perfect” social media lives while raising three kids under the age of four! Meanwhile, in my reality, transitioning from one to two kids was by far the hardest thing we had faced as parents. I was only a few weeks in, and I still didn’t feel like I had settled into my new role. We didn’t have a solid routine, and honestly, I was scared to take both girls out in public by myself.
After processing all of these emotions and feelings for a few days, I came to a realization: maybe those moms I was comparing myself to weren’t living “perfect” lives, but rather just couldn’t capture all the tough moments because they were too busy filming their highlight reels. I felt it heavy on my heart to start a blog—a place to share the raw, honest truths of my parenting journey. I’m not here to entertain you with polished videos or show off my “perfect” house or outfit of the day. I’m here to share the real, unfiltered version of this experience, with all the messiness and beauty that comes with it because I’m starting the realize it’s the imperfect moments that truly define this wild ride of motherhood.
The Oversharing Mama 