The Opposite of Nesting


I’m a new mom to a baby girl named Luna. Originally, I was going to start this blog at the end of my pregnancy (rewind to my first entry is below).  But, I was ummmm… too busy doing the opposite of nesting, which is odd because I am such a cozy freak. Let me explain.

September 2011— Research says women nest toward the end of their pregnancy. Not me.  Maybe it’s because it’s hot as hell in my house, or because I suffer from FOMO.  I’m driven by how many things I can check off my list to make me feel like a cool chick, belly and all.  These days not being at home sounds more appealing than organizing closets and scrubbing floors.  I know that once this baby comes, there will be almost zero opportunities to go to hear a band, indulge in an underground dinner party at a loft downtown, or meet peeps for a glass of vino on a whim.  I almost feel like I have to store up NOW on cultural fat for the baby hibernation that is to come.  Me + fun go together, afterall!  The one nesty thing I have gotten into is decorating her room.  Making her room cozy is a no-brainer. Duh.  I have all these crazy ideas, most of which come to me in a half-sleep daze at 4am between a desperate pee and a dream (nightmare, really) about having a boy instead of a girl.

Don’t get me wrong – I look forward to life with baby… but I compare it to going on a trip. I can pump myself up for it, but there’s nothing like being on the tarmac to really believe it’s happening.  Same with this baby girl – once I see her all I’ll want to do is snuggle.  I don’t think I’m going to care about getting reservations at the newest restaurant or going to nerdy q&a film screenings.  I wonder, will those urges truly go away or will the same girl wanna come out and play? I used to worry about “losing” myself, but I’m excited about becoming a new version of me.  I understand that life will change – on what level I don’t know – but I’m open and waiting and curious.

My version of nesting might just happen post baby.


Me and my husband on my due date…Didn’t want to miss a local street festival even though I was ready to pop. If only that iced coffee was a cold beer.



I knew that would get your attention!  Now get your head out of that deep bowl.  Unless it’s the bowl of soup I’m about to rave about.  I love gettin’ cozy with some soup in the blistery days of winter here in LA-LA land.  I had this particular soup at a very cozy Italian resto called Sotto.  It’s rustic-y and bustling with beautiful people.  I had dinner there with a couple of girlfriends after work and, unbeknownst to me, I was pregnant at the time!  The girls and I had some bold red vino and shared a handful of dishes. While the plates of pasta we ordered were pretty delicious, the soup is what I have thought of on many occasions. It’s a velvety, smooth, and luxurious cauliflower delight.  That said, I was ecstatic when I found a recipe for it on!  I never thought of actually making it because it tastes like it would take days to make and/or a culinary degree under your belt… but, apparently, all you need is to be able to follow simple directions. And, it’s dairy-free!  I haven’t made it yet, but plan to do so very, very, very soon.


Snuggie Time!

It’s that time of year again. I have to give a shout out to the snuggie, the most brilliant invention ever known to mankind.  Well, one of them anyway.   The hubby is not a fan.  Nothing says I am not in the mood like the impenetrable barrier of my forest green snuggle sack. I don’t own a slanket, but a delicious and similar alternative.  I mean, when was the last time an adult could wear a onesie made of fleece outside of a mental institute?  One Direction introduced a stylish version, but they’re more American Apparel than cozy. By the way, can we still say forest green or did that go the way of A.L.F. and Punky Brewster?  It doesn’t matter, because that’s the color of my sleeping bag with a zipper. This year I decided to pass on the joy and sent my sister and her new hub a pair of snuggies and a little book called The Snuggie Sutra.  Ya know, to keep the romance alive.  Check it.


Rawr… now we are talking.  The perfect newlywed gift because it prepares you for the inevitable exchange of all the Vicki’s Secret from your bridal showers for a warmer way to get it on.