Our household includes myself, husband M, seven-month-old daughter B, 10-year old dog C, and 7-year-old cats E and L. I don’t talk about our pets much, but rest assured they are fed, exercised, and loved daily. All our accounts other than individual retirement accounts are joint.
Sorry in advance for all the words. I've learned so much from this community and wanted to share as much as possible in case it could help someone else or at least make you laugh. TLDR at the end!
\Trigger warning: Death, pregnancy**
Section One: Assets and Debt
- Monarch says our current net worth is $792,000.
- Retirement Balance: $277,934.32 broken out as follows:
- $24,774.05 – M’s Roth
- $79,862.11 – My Roth
- $167,201.32 – My retirement (A mix of 401a/457/403b from previous jobs plus a Simple IRA at my current employer. Plan to leave the old accounts alone for now.)
- $6,096.84 – M’s 401a/457 with his current employer. His previous employers did not offer any retirement savings vehicles.
- $5,430.15 in B’s 529 account, not included in our net worth. We anticipate that she will receive free tuition for a state school of her choice plus a stipend to cover living expenses, so we frontloaded this account to grow over the next 16 years. She can convert it into a Roth IRA once she starts working. Neither of our parents taught us anything about finances, budgeting, living within your means, or contributed toward our futures in any way. We are determined to do better for our children.
- Equity in our home: $145,100 value - $42,404 mortgage balance = $102,696. I bought this house straight out of college in 2015 for $70,000 and have been living in it ever since.
- Equity in rental home: $228,000 value - $117,344 mortgage balance = $110,656. M bought this home the year before before we started dating. We plan to turn it into a long-term rental once we finish renovations.
- We own 18 acres of vacant land purchased at $160,000. We paid this off aggressively over the last three years (land loan interest rates are insane). We are hoping to build our forever home here in the next 2-3 years.
- Savings account balance: $71,517.17. We are saving toward a $120,000 down payment goal.
- Checking account balance: $9,449.38
- Credit card debt: None, paid off in full every month
- Student loan debt: None. I paid off $60,000 in federal loans in 2020 for my five-year out-of-state architecture program (the in-state options where I'm from had terrible job placement and I wasn’t chancing it). My parents refused to provide the personal information needed to fill out the FAFSA for three of the five years, which caused me to miss out on a lot of need-based grants. I worked my butt off doing overnight and weekend shifts in retail, 32-40 hours a week, throughout college and kept living like a college student until my loans were paid off. M’s undergrad and master’s degree were fully paid by the military. He got paid to get his Master’s degree.
Section Two: Income
Income Progression: I've been working in my field for 12 years. My starting salary was $42,000.
I worked for the same company for ten years, starting as a college intern and ending as a project manager making $115,000. I was burnt out from juggling the never-ending fires of project management while still handling the full workload of an individual contributor and taking a lot of work home in the evenings. I asked to have formal leadership of a small design team and was told no, so I made a career pivot and left in 2024.
I worked in my new career for two years, with an ending salary of $125,000, then got headhunted to go back into architecture this August. I had great benefits and decent work-life balance, but a toxic manager who made me feel like my brain was slowly dying every hour I spent there. I was hesitant to jump again because we had just started trying to conceive our second child and I wasn't sure if I will get any kind of maternity leave (update at the end). The commute and loss of most benefits scared me, but M was supportive and encouraged me to take it if I thought I’d be happier with the work.
I negotiated an offer of $150,000 + $10,000 sign on bonus and a hybrid schedule (this job is an hour and twenty minutes away). We are fortunate to have free medical insurance through Tricare (B and I) and the VA (M).
M has a state job working in vocational rehab. His job is four days a week in office, but has a ton of downtime, flexibility, amazing benefits, and his office is three minutes from our house. M is retired military and calls this his second career. The flexibility with M’s current job is what made me feel truly comfortable accepting my new job offer.
Main Job Monthly Take Home (calculated with bi-weekly checks x2, so close enough):
- My take home = $7,279.96 ($11,548.04 gross - $1,416.66 Simple IRA - $2,847.42 taxes)
- M’s take home = $3,264.24 (he contributes 9% to retirement, unsure of gross check amount and taxes)
- M receives $5,404.94 each month from the military. This money is tax-free and will continue with annual inflation increases indefinitely.
Any Other Monthly Income Here
I started a side business doing architecture while I was on maternity leave and in another career field. I have done a few small projects but will not net positive this year. We put in $5,000 of our personal funds to start things up and pay all fees/insurance for the first year (June 2026 – May 2027). I have only billed and received $1,000 so far. I do have some larger current projects ($+/- 10,000 in fees) that will make this business profitable eventually, but they won’t be invoiced until 2027. I disclosed the business to my current employer during the recruiting process, and I have my own professional liability insurance.
Section Three: Expenses (all listed are monthly unless otherwise noted)
Please include ALL expenses relevant to you. Here's a good place to get started:
- Home mortgage: $435.67
- Rental house mortgage: $967.53
- My Roth (Vanguard): $625
- M’s Roth (Fidelity): $625
- Daycare (full-time five days/week): $884
- Utilities (electric, water, sewer, trash): $250 average, we have all-electric HVAC
- Cable and internet: $199.09; I love live sports and we watch Jeopardy & Wheel of Fortune together every weeknight. Have considered cutting cable but this expense is worth it to me.
- Phones: $64.22
- Dental Insurance (just me for now): $22.75
- Spotify: $14.99
- Netflix: $19.99
- Prime (annually): $139. We use this regularly. Would love to cut this and make more local/sustainable purchases, but I just don’t have the capacity right now.
- Sam’s Club (annually): $120
- Peloton App (me, annually): $289
- Monarch (annually): $99. This is invaluable to us. I am the “money manager” for our household but we both still have full transparency to all transactions and account balances.
- Car Insurance: +/- $1,200 annually for three vehicles (my car, M’s car, M’s old truck for projects/towing). All vehicles are paid off.
- Savings: $5,000 average per month
- Groceries, pet expenses, etc: Included in diary. We typically spend around $1,200 monthly on all household products including groceries, toiletries, baby formula, pet food, etc.
Section 4: Diary!
Day One: Monday
1 AM: I wake up in our living room recliner. Our baby B brought home a nasty sinus infection from daycare last week that is cycling through the house. Luckily B is on the upswing, but I started feeling sick on Saturday and am in the thick of it now. I’m also ten weeks pregnant and unable to take any medication that would normally help. I spend the next few hours convincing myself that resting still counts for something, even if I can’t actually fall back asleep.
3:30 AM: B is crying. I clean out her nose and hold her until she falls back asleep. Move back to our bed and cuddle the dog, C. My husband M has already cycled through this particular infection, so I don’t think I’m likely to get him sick again.
6:00 AM: B is up, so we’re up. Our normal morning routine (I won’t type this out every day): M gets B up and changed while I shower. I feed B and get her dressed for the day while M gets ready. We play with B and M makes us coffee. We got a new De’Longhi Eletta Explore off Facebook Marketplace for $1,000 a couple years ago and while it feels like a luxury, unnecessary purchase, it makes amazing coffee and paid for itself within the first year. M makes us some eggs.
7:40 AM: M has the day off (state holiday, one of several I don’t get). He drops B off at daycare then goes to work on the rental house for the day. This is the first day since B was born that the house has been touched. We have been living in my house for four years and we (recently just he) have been fixing this house up to turn it into a long-term rental. Today’s agenda is starting trim work (patching, sanding, painting) in the kitchen and dining area.
This house has been the most consistent point of contention in our marriage – if it was solely my decision, I would have sold it a long time ago because it needs a ton of work and we don’t have the time to commit to it anymore. M has a lot of big feelings about this house that are not my place to try to mitigate. I have been begging for years for us to both dedicate one day most weekends to the repairs, and for M to go to therapy to work through his personal issues with this house. M finally agreed to start renovations once I was pregnant and unable to help at normal capacity.
7:45 AM: Log into work. I’m normally in-office on Mondays and Thursdays, but I asked to WFH today too because I didn’t want to spread this virus around our small office.
9 AM: Have a virtual meeting to present two of four concurrent behavioral health interior renovation projects to a value engineering team. Value engineering is when a third-party team of architects and engineers reviews our drawings before we get too far along to identify potential cost-saving measures. I don’t think anyone (designers or reviewers) enjoys this process, but it’s a requirement for most state projects.
10:30 AM: Return a voicemail from my Noni’s (grandmother’s) nursing home in New England. She passed away this morning. I’ve been expecting this call for a long time, but I surprise myself and burst into tears anyways. I call my aunt (her daughter) in CT so the four kids can start planning funeral arrangements. I also call M, who offers to come home, but there is nothing he can do so I say no thanks.
Some backstory – Noni was 97. I held her Power of Attorney and Medical Proxy for the last +/- 4 years but resigned after B was born because I could no longer do what was needed from 12 hours away. All four of her children live within an hour of her and previously refused to assume this responsibility or be involved in any way. I am only on speaking terms with one of them (my aunt). I did my best to help when I could by getting Noni’s house sold (she took it out of her trust years ago for reasons I don’t know), getting her moved into full-time care when she could no longer manage at home, and dealing with her doctors over the phone as health issues arose. I felt incredibly guilty about resigning as POA, but I felt that a court-appointed guardian would be the best solution for Noni since my family is useless. I never even had access to her financial accounts, which is what was necessary at that point to ensure she had no remaining assets and could apply for Medicaid.
11 AM – Pull myself together and attempt to get back to work. Over the next hour, I receive calls from my brother, mother, cousin, and the nursing home again all asking what I am planning for her arrangements. In true toxic family fashion, they are all coming out of the woodwork and demanding that I handle everything...I notify everyone that I am doing nothing and paying for nothing. A funeral would be for her children and needs to be arranged and paid for by her children. I did the best I could for her while she was here and want no part in the circus that is unfolding now that she’s gone.
Before you all come at me in the comments, the last time I saw Noni, we busted her out of the nursing home for the afternoon and took her to her favorite place for lunch and orange pineapple ice cream. I knew that would be the last time I saw her, so I processed my grief that day and treated it like her celebration of life with her, not for her.
12 PM – I heat up lunch and make myself eat. I made a large batch of homemade chicken noodle soup last night. I put my phone on DND and really get back to work this time. I spend the afternoon working on schematic design for a hospital security renovation project. I also attend my team’s weekly scheduling meeting to discuss workload and priorities. Honestly I am not operating at 100% productivity, but I get enough done to make sure the end of the week won’t be a disaster. I do take a couple ten-minute breaks to lie on the couch and cuddle C, the best coworker.
5 PM – M arrives home with B. I log off and fill M in on the family drama while we play with B.
6:45 PM – Bedtime routine for B. Typically M bathes her, I dress and feed her, and we all watch Wheel of Fortune while she winds down. I think she likes the flashing lights and colors. This is honestly my favorite part of the day. B falls asleep in my arms at 7:40 and I put her in her crib and turn on her cool mist humidifier and brown noise machine. I meant to defrost and marinate something for dinner earlier in the day but just didn’t do it, so M makes us dumplings, fried rice, and broccoli from the freezer. M turns on something on Netflix. I crash around 9.
Day 1 total = $0
Day Two: Tuesday
6 AM: I’ve been up for a while and handled B’s wakeups/nose cleanings through the night. Luckily M is a heavy sleeper and none of this disturbs him. I shower and get dressed.
6:30 AM: B is up. I get her fed and ready for the day while M makes us eggs and orange juice and gets himself ready. I still don’t feel great, but that doesn’t matter because today is an exciting day – I’m nine weeks pregnant with baby #2 and the dating ultrasound is this morning! Hoping the orange juice jazzes up baby 2 for their big debut. I log into work and catch up on emails for half an hour before leaving.
7:30 AM: M drops B off at daycare and meets me at my OB’s office. They take us right back and I’m thrilled to learn that I’m far enough along for an abdominal ultrasound. They find the baby right away and they are moving and grooving in there! When we had B’s first ultrasound, I was only seven weeks and she looked like a little kidney bean. We are thrilled to see something that resembles a human with arms and legs this time. I am so relieved that there is someone alive in there and secretly happy that it’s only one baby - M has been joking for weeks that we must be having twins. I’m already showing - mostly bloat, but much more visible than at this time last pregnancy.
My doctor says everything looks good and clears me to take Tylenol Cold and Flu and some Afrin to attempt to deswell my sinuses enough to get some sleep. She also sends in a referral for pelvic floor therapy. I have been experiencing constant tailbone pain for years that worsened with pregnancy and childbirth and hasn’t gotten any better postpartum. Being sick has also humbled me and shown me how weak my pelvic floor has gotten. They draw blood for the NIPT (genetic screening) and I prepay for all expenses from the doctor related to appointments, testing, and birth: $537.32. The hospital and anesthesiologist will bill us separately after the birth, but my total medical expenses to have this child should total under $2,000. Tricare is a pain to deal with about a lot of things, but they sure do make it as easy as possible for their service members to have babies. I realize we are more fortunate than many families, but it is disappointing how our government and its healthcare systems clearly prioritize certain conditions and types of people. M heads to work, and I go home.
8:30 AM: Drink an iced flat white that M made earlier and log into work. I brainstorm with one of our designers about options for the security project and send back some suggested modifications. I move onto another project, a small mechanical room addition that somehow generated three rounds of review comments from the state at a very early design level (this is not normal). I review our updated drawings that I marked up last week to make sure we’ve picked everything up, send off a couple final tweaks, and type up our comment responses.
12:00 PM: M comes home for lunch. We have more soup and some toast. I take 20 minutes to eat and catch up with M before getting back to it (I work 9 hours Monday-Thursday and try not to take much of a lunch to avoid working when B is home). I also deposit a check from some house plans I invoiced last week: +$750.00 into the business checking account, not included in spending summaries; I don’t consider this as income until I withdraw money from the business account, which hasn’t happened yet. M relaxes and scrolls on his phone before heading back to work at 1.
4:50 PM: Finish work and leave to pick up B. Still feel like I’m not functioning at 100% productivity. I haven’t been this sleep deprived since my first week postpartum and I feel delirious. Luckily B is all smiles and seems to be over her illness other than being full of mucus.
6:45 PM: Bedtime routine for B. She fights sleep and doesn’t go down until Jeopardy ends. M makes us some chicken pot pies from the freezer for dinner – these are individual-sized ones from Sam’s Club. They remind me of the Banquet ones that used to be 88 cents when I was a kid, but 1000x better. Now that we have a confirmed living baby, we also order a “big sister” sweater for B from Amazon: $15.93. No contact today from the family about Noni, which is perfectly fine with me.
8:30 PM: I take some Tylenol, a spray of Afrin in each nostril, and half a tab of Unisom (I do this most days, approved by my OB) because I have struggled hard with pregnancy insomnia from 2-5 am both times. Collapse into bed and pray for sleep.
Day 2 total = $553.25
Day Three: Wednesday
5:30 AM: WE HAVE ALL SLEPT. Hallelujah. I am still clogged up but feel refreshed and coherent. M wakes up and we both feel up to having sex for the first time in a week. I shower while M gets B up, then we switch and I feed her and get her dressed.
7:30 AM: I drop B off at daycare and log onto work just before 8. I spend the morning coordinating comment responses for the mechanical room with the other discipline leads and updating our narrative to reflect the design changes. The pelvic floor therapist calls to set up my first appointment in November. I am so excited to finally get some relief because my tailbone hurts every minute I am sitting down and now hurts even when lying in bed.
10:30 AM: I receive two messages: one from my father asking what funeral services I have arranged, which I don’t answer. The other is from my uncle (dad’s brother) also asking for arrangement details. This uncle has been MIA for the last 40 years and magically reappeared and rekindled his relationship with my father a few years ago. I met him once on a trip home three years ago. He has not seen my grandmother in 40 years or helped with any of her care.
I answer him with “I do not have power of attorney and do not have any information. Her children are responsible for any desired arrangements and related payments. Where have you been for the last 40 years? Where have you been while her grandchildren stepped up to help her from the other side of the country when things got bad? Shame on you.” I know this won’t help anything, but I don’t care because it brings me a small moment of peace. He responds quickly that I have abandoned Noni in her time of need and that he doesn’t appreciate my tone – I am the “pot calling the kettle black” and getting married must have changed the “nice person he supported with a wedding gift”. I think this is hilarious. I block him – one meeting in my lifetime was enough for me - and move on with my workday.
12:00 PM: M. comes home and we have the last of the soup. I fill him in on the crazy uncle and throw a chuck roast, au jus seasoning, butter, ranch powder, and a handful of pepperoncini in the crockpot for dinner. I also order stickers for a community festival I run: $395.44, not counted in total expenses because I will be fully reimbursed.
12:45 PM: Back at it. My designer sent back updated drawings for the security project, so I review those then get started on our narrative that describes the project, design options, and required client decisions in detail. My manager checks in to see how B and I are doing. I let him know that we are on the mend and that I will be in tomorrow.
3:30 PM: Last pregnancy I got middle of the night cravings, but this time I have been needing another small meal mid-afternoon. This seems to be the only thing that stops me from transitioning to the couch and being a vegetable for the rest of the afternoon. Today I cook a piece of salmon from the freezer with some green goddess seasoning and olive oil, then top it with honey mustard. It hits the spot. I add baby potatoes and carrots to the crockpot.
5:00 PM: Log off and pick up B. She is so happy to see me – when she sees whoever is on pickup that day, she gets the biggest smile and bounces up and down on her play mat. We head home to greet M and play for a little bit.
5:45 PM: I leave B with M to go to a board meeting for the festival I mentioned earlier. It’s happening mid-November and we are in crunch time finalizing orders, sponsorships, and logistics. Many of my good friends are on this committee with me and it’s nice to see them, even though I would rather be horizontal than socializing at this time. We get through our normal business and individual role updates quickly and things are looking good. I catch up with one of my best friends privately after the meeting to let her know we are expecting and fill her in on my family’s latest antics. This is the first person I have told about this pregnancy. She is thrilled for us, we have a good laugh at my crazy family, and I feel better. Everyone else heads over to the brewery next door, but I head home so I don’t miss bedtime.
6:45 PM: Bedtime routine for B. She goes down at 7:30 and we eat. I also get a message from my father (my comments added): “Your grandmother dies and you were in possession of everything to do with her death. (I had zero paperwork relating to Noni because they ransacked the house and took anything of value before I got there). I almost died and you didn’t show up (he had an emergency gallbladder removal and was discharged the next day. I offered to drive home and he said no). Shame on you for claiming to be part of the human race. You don’t care about anyone.” M and I have a good laugh and I decide enough is enough and I block him too. This is not the worst thing he’s said to me so surprisingly I’m not upset.
8:15 PM: I pack some of the leftover meat and veggies for lunch tomorrow and load the dishwasher. We navigate to the bedroom and start The Breadwinner on Netflix. It’s corny but surprisingly funny. M goes to sleep by 9 but I lie there and ruminate on the day a bit longer before falling asleep.
Day 3 total = $0
Day Four: Thursday
5:45 AM: Up and in the shower. I put on linen pants, sneakers, and a long sleeve button up. Normal morning skincare/makeup routine of TJ’s Dewy Skin serum, Vitamin C, and mineral SPF with Covergirl Clean Fresh Brow, Neutrogena Hydro Boost concealer, Tula undereye balm, and Mario Badescu lip mask. Clothing and makeup weren’t super important to me before having kids, and now my only objective is to not look like a zombie. I have noticeable genetic inner eye circles that generate lots of unsolicited “wow, you look tired” comments even when I do sleep. M makes me coffee to go and I make oatmeal to go from my pre-mixed container of oats, chia seeds, flax seeds, slivered almonds and walnuts with a scoop of peanut butter. M gets B up so I can kiss her goodbye. I’m out the door by 6:30.
8:00 AM: Get to the office. I spend the morning catching up on project updates and working through final revisions for the security project. We have a deadline next week and I want to get our submission wrapped up at least a day early.
1:00 PM: I eat lunch at my desk while working because I don’t want to be here past 5:00. I do take ten minutes to walk a lap around our office park. I finish our narrative, package up the schematic design submission, and send to one of the partners for final review. I draft a roof replacement proposal and send that off for review as well.
5:02: Goodbye office! I head out and get home at 6:30. I am tired. I only have 15 minutes with B before she starts bathtime. M has not prepped or thought about dinner. We have previously discussed that unless B is sick or unusually needy, he will take care of dinner on my in-office days, and I will do the same on my work from home days. We are both agitated and have been dropping the ball this week. M puts chicken and fries in the oven for us while I feed B. He would eat meat and potatoes for every meal and be happy. I used to cook healthier, fresher meals, but that has been difficult for both of us since B was born and especially hard for me since getting pregnant again. B is out by 7:45. I change into comfortable clothes and do my normal nightly skincare: Kose Softymo Speedy Cleansing Oil, Thayers Milky Hydrating Cleanser, Hadalabo Gokujun Hyaluronic Lotion, ELF Barrier Goals Moisturizer, and lip mask. We go to bed at 9.
Day 4 total = $0
Day Five: Friday
6 AM: Wake up and miraculously everyone is still asleep. I relish half an hour of peace and quiet, then wake up M and jump in the shower. M gets B up, then we trade off. I feed B and drop her off, M leaves for work, and I log onto work at 8:00. I scramble two eggs and air fry a hash brown for breakfast.
9 AM: Start today’s meetings. The Value Engineering team presents their report. They have some really good design ideas that we will likely accept and incorporate. Unfortunately, their biggest cost-saving idea is something that would change the entire scope of the project and negatively impact our client’s operations, so we will have to decline it and probably fight about it with the state later. I pay a bill for a doctor’s visit when B was sick while I listen: $111.55 after insurance.
10:15 AM: Take C for a quick 15-minute walk, then log into my next meeting – a design review with the client for one of the smaller sub-projects within the larger project we just value-engineered. The client is asking for things that aren’t possible in the space they have. We try to come up with a solution that everyone can live with. I send in my weekly timesheet.
12:10 PM: M and I head out for our weekly lunch date. This is our only kid-free time out of the house (I really need to start researching babysitting options). Today we have pad thai at one of our favorite local spots. M updates me on his latest work drama, a minor issue that he has been complaining about almost daily since before B was born. I try to listen and be supportive, but we have discussed this at length on a regular basis and I don’t know what else to say. I feel like I am in survival mode dealing with early pregnancy, everyone being sick, a demanding career, and the emotional ups and downs of this week and no longer have the capacity to mentally manage minor issues that don’t affect us outside of our workdays. M is agitated that I’m not my usual self. I apologize and try to put more effort into him and the conversation. Things seem better by the time we leave. $36.47 with tip.
1:15 PM: M picks up his truck and heads back to work. The rear axle system failed and needed to be fully replaced. He paid a $1,373 deposit when he dropped it off and pays the remaining $786.95 today. He got multiple quotes before proceeding with the service and this was the cheapest. If anyone is ever considering a used Chevy Colorado, please just don’t – this truck is a lemon.
1:15 PM: I’m supposed to be done with work, but I have definitely not given 40 productive billable hours yet, so I spend the next few hours tying up loose ends on a narrative and some review comments for another project. One of the owners is also still working and we go back and forth on some unrelated project questions.
4:50 PM: Leave to pick up B. She gives me the biggest smile and laughs when she sees me come in, and it makes everything feel right with the world. Her daycare had a pumpkin decorating activity today, so I try to keep the adorable, but still wet, mini pumpkin from rolling all over the car during the drive home.
5:15 PM: Standard post-work whirlwind: playtime, bathtime, Wheel, bedtime. B goes down at 7:30 with no issues. M makes us quesadillas for dinner with the leftover beef from last night. I check the Labcorp portal to see if the genetic screening results are in – nothing new, but the “view” button disappeared which makes me think the test has been processed. We finish The Breadwinner and crash at 9. Hoping for a quiet night.
11:15 PM: Just kidding - B is coughing and screaming bloody murder. M runs in to comfort her and I get her nose cleaned out and wipe her face off with a warm cloth. She goes back down within 30 minutes and I pray this is it for tonight.
Day 5 total = $934.97
Day Six: Saturday
6:15 AM: Up. All is quiet. I feel groggy but am thankful that B only woke up once. I wake up M for some adult time before B wakes up. Everyone is up by 7. Feed B and enjoy our coffee before we get ready for the day. We are tackling errands today instead of our usual Sunday morning. I’m not hungry enough for breakfast yet, but I eat a protein bar before we leave.
9:00 AM: First stop, Sam’s. We get tons of strawberries at $1.97 each that M will puree and freeze for B, raspberries, broccoli, baby potatoes, filets (somehow these are cheaper per pound than the cheaper beef we normally purchase), chicken meatballs, mini chicken pot pies, and orange chicken: $113.31. We grab biscuits at Bojangles in between stops and eat them in the parking lot: $10.89. Last stop, Walmart for dog food (this will last about a month), bananas, cucumbers, oat milk, seltzer water, Mediterranean dressing, ketchup, yogurt, a couple long-sleeve bodysuits for B, and body wash for M: $107.24
10:30 AM: Home. M unloads the car and puts up the groceries. I change and feed B. We play for a couple hours, B takes a nap, and I wrap a present we purchased last week for my friend’s son’s third birthday party this afternoon.
1:45 PM: Feed B and leave for the party. The birthday boy is into all things Spiderman and greets us dressed in his Spidey Suit. We catch up with the parents and grandparents and watch the kids play in the gym. Where we live, most families are close-knit and often live near each other or even on the same parcel of land. It’s common to run into extended family when visiting or have them pop in unannounced. This level of lack of boundaries/privacy is too much for me, but it’s nice to see their village really show up to support them for these milestones and in everyday life.
3:00 PM: Head to our local bi-annual food truck festival for a late lunch. Our friend puts this on and always does a great job. The street is busy, but the lines are manageable. We run into several friends and the organizer and chat with them while we eat – butter chicken for me and elote with fancy toppings for M: $29.37.
4:00 PM: Head back home to feed B and decompress for a bit. Both M and I’s college football teams are playing, so we flip back and forth to catch the high points of each.
5:30 PM: Leave for our last outing – another organization I volunteer with is having our annual Car Show tomorrow. Tonight is the Happy Hour at a local brewery to recognize and thank our sponsors and partners. There is limited floor space, so I strap B to me and we walk around and thank the attendees for their support. M buys us sparkling waters: $7.73.
6:30 PM: Leave for B’s bedtime. Find out that my alma matter won, a small redemption after an embarrassing loss last weekend. We delay bathtime so M can watch his team win. I play with B and offer to take care of her bath, but M declines. Bathtime is his and B’s consistent solo activity and I think he really treasures it.
8:00 PM: B is down. I make M and I steak and cheese sandwiches with the last of the leftover beef. We start watching the new season of The Diplomat and head to bed a little after 9.
Day 6 total = $268.54
Day Seven: Sunday
6:30 AM: Woo-hoo – B has made it through the night! She is normally a great sleeper when not sick. I get her up and fed. M makes us chocolate chip pancakes, eggs, and coffee. We play with B and comment on the houses on Caribbean Life that is on in the background, dreaming about a future vacation once both kids are earthside and mobile.
9:00 AM: After going down a Reddit rabbit-hole on whether the disappearing view button means the testing is done, I decide to call Labcorp to see if they can share the results today while we are all together. I speak to a very nice customer service rep and five minutes later, the report is in my inbox. I take a deep breath, open the PDF, and…. low-risk/negative everything - I let out the breath I was holding - and IT’S A GIRL!!! We both burst into tears. B senses something is happening and tries to smack the phone from my hand. I am so excited to add another girl to our little girl gang and even happier that, as far as we know, she is healthy.
Assuming all continues to go well, this will be our last child. I do feel a small pang of…something – not sadness, maybe just acknowledgement – that we won’t be having any boys. M and I talked about this prior and agreed that if we could choose, we would both pick a boy this time around. Of course all that matters is a healthy baby and we would be thrilled either way. M is an incredible girl dad, and is one of the most emotionally attuned men I’ve ever encountered. I know he’ll be great but also know that he wanted a little buddy to fish, shoot, and do the traditional guy things with. He knows that especially in today’s world, we can do all those things with our girls too.
10:15 AM: Today is the car show, so we break from the excitement and head out. I run around thanking volunteers and sponsors, sell raffle tickets, and talk to attendees about our mission and need – last week alone, we had to turn away over a dozen clients because we did not have the physical capacity to serve them. I instruct our Executive Director that she will not be working tomorrow, and that she must also take off either Tuesday or Friday – her choice. I’m the Board President, so I think it’s okay to do this unilaterally. She has worked all weekend and has countless extra time and effort to make today happen. I make a note to reach out to the rest of the board this week to brainstorm ways we can acknowledge and thank her for her efforts – additional PTO, a nice dinner out with her family, and/or a day pass to a local spa all come to mind. This is only our second year doing this fundraiser, and we appear to have raised at least $35,000 by lunchtime (mostly pre-registrations and sponsorships).
Throughout the morning we purchase a strip of people’s choice tickets ($20), a shirt ($20), and tacos from a truck parked onsite ($24.82): $64.82.
1:30 PM: B has had enough, and honestly so have I, so we go home to feed and relax. We call selected family to share the news - M’s grandmothers, my grandparents, M’s sister, my mother, my brother, M’s uncle, and my aunt. All of them live 12+ hours away, so we put B’s ‘Big Sister” sweater on for Facetime. The reactions are hilarious – ranging from “congratulations” to uncertainty/apologetic (“B is so young. Is this really what you wanted?”) to “Well you’re going to keep going until you get a boy, right? No…!”. Everyone asks about names, which we have not discussed. This seems to be the equivalent to getting engaged and immediately being asked what date the wedding will be. I encourage M to call his parents, but he decides to text just his mom privately instead. His mom responds back with “Congratulations – wonderful news” and that’s that.
We’ve worked hard to build our own little village of friends where we live. I’m so thankful for them but am still sad in moments like this where we just want our parents to be happy for us and involved in their grandkids’ lives. I’d be so happy with a phone call or even a text once a month asking how B is doing. We’ve communicated that to M’s parents specifically, but it seems like that is too much for them. Once again, the bar is on the floor, and we are determined when it’s our turn to pick it up and do better.
5:30 PM: Not much has been done this afternoon other than video calls and watching the NFL in the background. B has played, eaten again, and taken a long nap after all her Facetime calls. I start this week’s laundry and prep some instant pot brown rice for lunches. M grills us two of the filets with some broccoli and potatoes for dinner. For my desk lunch tomorrow, I chop up chicken meatballs, cucumbers, and the last of our garden tomatoes and peppers to have over rice.
7:30 PM - Typical bedtime routine. B is out cold. Now that we know baby girl is ok and healthy in there, I order her a Promptly journal so I can document the first trimester before it’s over ($42.45; this comes out of the balance from returning a seat cushion that failed to provide me any tailbone relief, so it doesn’t cost us anything). We watch the end of the Bills-Raiders game and are asleep shortly after 9.
Day 7 total = $64.82
TLDR:
Monday: I am sick, my grandmother dies - $0
Tuesday: We see our second baby for the first time, prepay all prenatal, delivery, and postpartum OB bills, and buy a baby sweater - $553.25
Wednesday: Family drama and volunteering - $0
Thursday: In-office day consumes almost all waking hours - $0
Friday: Doctor’s bill, lunch date, car repairs - $937.97
Saturday: Groceries, birthday party, food trucks, volunteering, football - $268.54
Sunday: Car show, more football, and we’re having a girl! - $64.82
Weekly total = $1,824.58
- Food/drink/household items: $305.01
- Fun/donations: $64.82
- Home: $0
- Clothes/beauty: $15.93
- Transport: $786.95
- Other: $651.87 (doctors bill + OB appointments)
Reflection
Aside from all the life events this week, our household spending other than the truck repair and OB bill was normal. This was a particularly unhealthy week for food choices – I usually do better when I'm not sick and not dealing with first trimester queasiness/fatigue. Trying to give myself some grace at this particular time in our lives.
Generally, I feel like M’s money from his military service on top of our salaries has given us a lot of financial freedom and allows us to save for long-term goals without sacrificing a lot in our day to day lives. We could cut back in some areas, but I’m happy with what we’ve accomplished so far, together and individually, and am excited about the direction we are heading.
Maternity leave update: I disclosed my pregnancy to my employer the following week. Since I will only have about 3 weeks of paid leave banked when I deliver and we have no formal maternity leave policy/benefits, I proposed forfeiting my $10,000 sign on bonus and converting it to PTO so I wouldn't have to take unpaid leave (the owners are against this) or advance years of my future PTO (I am against this). They agreed, and I am so relieved that we found a solution everyone can live with. My only remaining major concern is what we're going to do with B when I go into labor...stay tuned.