Hannah Morrison

How To Be The Listener

I feel like recently I have found myself, more than usual, sitting across the table from someone I love and hearing them talk about the painful journey they are currently walking through. Family trouble, inner battles, unexpected break-ups, uncertainty about jobs, bills they can’t pay, miscarriages… it’s always happening to somebody, but when it’s in your own community there is a sense of ownership and compassion in ways you didn’t know you could feel. I love being a friend that has ears to listen and advice where I can give, if any at all. Something important I have come to realize in being the friend in the listening seat is that I don’t have to have this enlightening, super spiritual, life changing advice to be a good friend and listener. In fact, what I have learned over time is that more often than not, when a friend is hurting and wanting to talk, the best thing to do is to not have “life changing” advice. Have you ever been meeting with someone, trying to tell them what you’re going through, and you can’t even finish your thoughts before they’re telling you about their own similar situation? I have TOTALLY been that listener before- it is our attempt to connect with someone in their pain, but it is honestly just selfish. I’ve learned to be quiet, ears to hear, a heart to grieve with, and empathetic. Not the “advice giver” until asked or it’s the proper time. Often, when we become the advice giver in the middle of someone’s hurt, we don’t give ourselves the time to check for selfish motives or make sure we are giving helpful advice- advice that is bitter-free. You track with that?

Picture this: You’re listening to someone’s situation they’re walking through, are reminded of a similar one in your own life that caused a wound, and immediately you respond with bitterness hoping the person confiding in you will, too. We want them to hurt and feel like we did in the middle of our own situation that was similar, because somehow that makes us feel better. Bitter people want to be bitter, and they feel better about bitterness when others stoop down to bitterness with them.

Oy. Rough. Convicted? I am.

(Guys, I am really laying it out there for you today.)

Romans tells us to be ‘promoters of peace’. (Romans 14:8) But, as a self-titled “advice giver” we can have the tendency of becoming the bitterness spreader- far from the one who pursues promoting peace.

The best thing we can do as listeners is to be still, quiet, and act like a big pillow top mattress someone gets to fall into.

In humility, there is always fruit.

I recently was on the phone with a dear friend of ten years, and she was talking to me about everything she was going through. I literally wept with her. Not only could I feel her pain, but it’s the only thing I knew to do with her and for her. I told her I didn’t know what to say or do, but that I felt her pain deeply. And know what? I have been on the other side of the table before, I have been the one crying with tears of hurt and frustration and looking for an answer from somebody. Yet, the best thing someone could do for me when I am the one in the hurt is cry with me. Sure, we will get to practical steps and the “what nows”, but I want to know in my hurt that I am not alone. I might not have it all figured out after spilling my soul out for 3 hours to someone, but I will have someone in my corner feeling my pain and cheering me on.

The Lord gave us access to empathy and compassion for a reason, these are characteristics of the Lord. We get to tap into those as believers because of the holy spirit, but only if we are quiet long enough to actually hear what he is telling us to say, feel, and do. Thus, stepping into the role of peace promoter.

What is amazing about coming into a friend’s hurt with them, too, is that in our humility, we have the ability to grow, have our own faith strengthened, and to be ministered to. If we are looking to just be the “hero” in a conversation, giving “good” advice out of selfish ambition (Philippians 2:3), we are literally fools. For real, the Bible says we are fools. “A fool takes no pleasure in understanding, but only in expressing his opinion.” Proverbs 18:2 But if we come in knowing we don’t have all the answers, simply ears to hear and scripture to speak truth with, then we too get to learn and hear. In our phone call, I told my sweet friend that I was so thankful for her humility and honesty, because it was ministering to my soul and my own situations. Even in her deep hurt, she was exposing wounds and hurts in my own heart that needed to be addressed. How good is God that he uses our hurt, even in the midst of the mess, to speak life into others?

I encourage you, pray about being a listener and not the advice giver. I get it, I can be opinionated and am a major fixer. So, with that combo, I have to intentionally NOT say “Well, this is what you need to do.” In our humility as the listener, we can be in tune and available to receive what might actually be good advice to give rather than selfishly rooted advice or simply your personal opinion. Trust me, we are human, and our personal opinions about what people should do are never going to be right. Be quick to listen, and slow to speak and slow to anger. It is there you will find fruit and flourish in your relationships, freedom from bitterness or resentment, and joy.

Love you guys, thankful for you, and praying for you always.

xoxo- Han

Gender Reveal Party

So, as you probably saw on Instagram/Instastories a couple weeks ago, we did a gender reveal party.

Verdict: We are having a boy!!

I really wanted a gender reveal party, it was my idea, but I am not gonna lie.. I was really nervous. After some planning, I started to get a little uneasy and wanted to find out beforehand, then just surprise the family with what we are having in a fun way. But my sweet hubby loves surprises and stuff like this, so we stuck to the plan where we find out with everyone. To be honest, my biggest fear was what my reaction would be if it turned out to be different than I was expecting. And, considering both Paul and I felt deep in our bones baby Morrison was a girl… we were both shocked when three balloons and blue smoke came out of the box. You can see in chronological order my reaction in the photos below.. haha.

Shocked doesn’t mean ‘not excited’.

It just means different than expected. Have you ever been so sure about something, like you would bet all your marbles on it, and then it turned out to be wrong? That was me all in a matter of .02 seconds. It took me a few seconds to register that everything I had been thinking about and planning for the last three months was irrelevant. Even still, my immediate reaction was excitement in the midst of shock. Much of that was to do with Paul’s twirling dance moves the second he saw blue come out of the box. I will never forget that moment. It energized me, and it got me excited, too.

I literally can’t imagine the letters for GIRL coming out of that box now. I am so READY to be a boy mom. I am ready for a mini version of Paul, and I can’t wait to learn boy things, play soccer and football, camp outside, and play ninjas. I am so ready.

As for the party… our friends and family are AMAZING. We had close family, some friends, and church staff at the home to celebrate with us. I am so thankful for technology, too, because we had multiple people holding phones for our family members who couldn’t be there to be Facetimed in for the reveal, and it was so sweet for them to be part of the day EVEN while hundreds of miles away.

The Reveal

Details on food and decor:

Twinkle, Twinkle Cake- A Sweet Life 

This beautiful cake, shown below, was sponsored by local baker, Leigh Gibson, and it was a HIT. I mean, we have all been to parties where the cake is hardly touched… that wasn’t the case at this one. Literally the whole cake was eaten except some of the top tier which was especially gluten free for me and my GF friends! IT WAS SO GOOD. The bottom part of the cake was her amazing French Meringue Buttercream, and word on the street is that it was AMAZING. (I wish I could have tasted it!)

Leigh was wonderful to work with, created such a stunning cake for us, and BONUS it wasn’t just pretty but it was TASTY.

If you have a party coming up, I cannot suggest her enough for your cake.

Other

Colored Popcorn for Popcorn Bar: Mom and Popcorn

Pink & Blue Macarons: Creme de la Cookie

Twinkle Twinkle Little Star Banner: Here

Garland: Here

Smoke Bomb: Here

Letter Balloons: Party City

Moon Balloon Set: Here

People To Thank:

My mother-in-law, brother-in-law, future sister-in-law, and aunt & uncle-in-law… they seriously brought to life the party of my Pinterest dreams, and I couldn’t stop saying “thank you”. Jake and Faith put together the amazing gender reveal box and Paul’s uncle helped assemble the logistics of it opening and smoke setting off… it was literally perfect. They are the best, and I cannot believe how much they poured into the day to create such an amazing party for Paul and I. Every detail was so special, all the way down to customized M&M’s… like, they killed it, y’all.

The Johnson Family! Our sweet friends Kyle and Julie opened up their beautiful home for us to have the party at, and we are so so grateful. They are so hospitable, and I couldn’t think of a better host home for such a special day!

And, of course, all of our sweet friends and family who came out to celebrate with us! It was the perfect day.

xoxo- Han

My cute top is from Landry Kate, here. You can wear it as a tunic or a dress, but the small was too short for me to wear as a dress. Size up for dress.

Shoes:

All photos by Cottonwood Road Photography for The Cake by Hannah

The Cake

Table and Decor

Popcorn Bar

     Friends and Family

The Fear of Miscarriage

I wrote this piece a couple hours after I got home from my 12 week appointment over a month ago, and since writing it, I have seen multiple women share their stories of miscarriage. It is happening all the time, I have seen it and heard it too many times to count, yet I have such a greater awareness of the hurt since experiencing pregnancy myself. People I don’t even know other than through squares on Instagram, yet I have felt their pain in a way I haven’t ever been able to. I have wept with them and for them. If you have experienced loss, I cannot say I feel what you’re going through by experience, but I am aching with you. You aren’t alone and you are so loved.

It was just about time for our 12 week appointment, and I was so excited for it…. all until about 3 days before.

I legitimately think hearing my baby’s heartbeat is a top favorite thing I have ever experienced in my life. There’s nothing like it… like, you cannot explain it nor can you understand it until you are, in fact, carrying a baby inside of you. It’s surreal, it makes you gasp, and it gives an overwhelming sense of responsibility when you hear it- especially that first time. A rush of emotions come over you. The theory of a baby inside of you according to a couple dinky home tests and some nausea is all at once confirmed. All of a sudden.. it’s SO REAL, and you are responsible for keeping it safe, healthy, and helping it grow strong and big. It’s a lot to soak in all in the matter of about 2 seconds, but it’s also the most amazing sensation. It’s like I grew ten feet taller in an instant, because I had to. I was (officially) no longer responsible for just my body. The proof was on the screen like a jelly bean. I was a walking sacrifice for my child who is, for now, living inside of me because they have to. They rely solely on me.

So like I said, I was so excited for my 12 week appointment, because I knew I would get to hear the heartbeat again. It’s agonizing those first few months where you have nothing to show for your growing baby inside of you, well nothing but a bloated tummy and nausea, and you’re left only trusting all is still well in between each appointment.

And that’s when it hit me: What if we get there Thursday and the heartbeat isn’t there anymore? 

My excitement turned into gut wrenching, throat tightening, crippling fear. My excited anxiousness to be back in the doctor’s office turned into dread. I realized that, though this baby is inside of me now, I am not promised the next day and nor is my child. (whoa, it’s so weird to write “my child”- still trying to grasp the whole concept of motherhood applying to me now!) The fragility of life became real to me. I have this growing baby inside of my belly that’s the size of a plum… vital organs developed, all fingers and toes present… yet, I could lose them at any moment. This was the first moment in this whole process of becoming a mom that the weight of wanting to protect my baby at all costs but feeling helpless to do so was felt. There are going to be plenty of other moments in the next, God willing, 60, 70, maybe even 80 or more years I am on this earth that I am going to want what’s best for this baby but have no control over the outcome. I can only nurture them to the best of my ability, teach them and talk to them as openly as I possibly can, and pray hard for them. That’s literally all I can do. The rest is in God’s hands… and I cannot in any capacity fill that role. Knowing that and believing that starts now, in the womb.

Tiny and fragile is what I felt, but I wanted to feel strong, bold, and confident in my body’s abilities. What a juxtaposition of emotions, and in the moment I felt anything but strong. As fear took over me, I felt inadequate. I don’t trust my body and, worse, I don’t know if I trust God to keep this baby alive. I don’t want to go to this appointment anymore, because what if they tell me the worst news I could possibly imagine? What if they get out the doppler, and there is no heartbeat? They’ll awkwardly smirk and try to brush off their fear for the sake of my anxiety, call in another doctor, look for a new machine that might better detect the heartbeat all while trying to keep me calm… I had the whole situation playing out in my head like a horrible scene from a movie, and I was already devastated.

Week 12… it was a doozy. It was my first week I felt 100% like myself again since the whole nausea phase, yet emotionally I was crumbling. The morning of our appointment was the morning after we announced to all of our students that we are having a baby, and we were announcing to the world that night. What if this was all too good to be true? What if we will have to sit down and grieve with tons of students, talking them through life and loss all while trying to grasp why and how this happened to us.

But then there’s truth,

“Do not be anxious about anything, but in everything by prayer and supplication with thanksgiving let your requests be made known to God. 7 And the peace of God, which surpasses all understanding, will guard your hearts and your minds in Christ Jesus.
8 Finally, brothers, whatever is true, whatever is honorable, whatever is just, whatever is pure, whatever is lovely, whatever is commendable, if there is any excellence, if there is anything worthy of praise, think about these things.” Philippians 4:6-8

This scripture reminds me in the midst of anxiety, Satan always wants us to keep quiet in our fears. That is how he snags us and keeps us under his thick fog. He wants the imaginary hand to stay over our lips and keep us from speaking, but God says speak. God says speak your requests, ask of me what you will, and lay your fears on me. Think about all the good I have done for you before, and how faithful I was and how faithful I will be. Always. End of story.

So there we are in the doctor’s office, I lay on my back with a racing heart and squeezed fists praying for a heart beat. My midwife applied the cold jelly between my hip bones, and turned on the doppler. And, before I could even breath out “Please Jesus”, I heard the melodic symphony of my baby’s heartbeat. The low rumble of perfect beats in sync, one after the other. And once again I found myself in tears praising Jesus for another day with my child. I might not know what tomorrow brings, but I know that He has been faithful.

The fear of miscarriage was, and still is, crippling. It can swallow my thoughts. But, by prayer and petition, I daily cast my anxieties on the Lord and find overwhelming peace. I lay my hands on my belly and rock side to side, praying to God and singing worship over this child inside of me. Thank you Jesus that your love is greater than my mind and that it brings peace that surpasses all understanding. Miscarriage is real and so is the fear of one. If your experience in pregnancy has been miscarriage- like so many of my dearest friends- I weep with you. For the first time in my life, I can say I truly feel I would know a little bit of what that pain would be like to lose a baby. And even still, it’s unknown, but I know the love you have for that baby you carried inside of you for however long God gave you with that child. I also can say, even in the confusion of the hurt, if the Lord took this baby from me, I would praise him for the 12 weeks (**now almost 17) I had with them to learn what selfless love was in a way I have truly never had to give. A sacrificial love that, at all costs, is willing to do whatever it takes to nurture and provide, and do what is best.

I would praise him for showing me just a glimpse into what his love is for me.

I love you all so much, and I am so thankful to walk through the fears, celebrations, and hardships of pregnancy with you. Whether you relate to pregnancy in your current stage of life or this is completely irrelevant to your circumstances, I hope you read this and see just a sliver of what a woman in your life has likely been through. We probably all know somebody pregnant right now or someone who has lost a child. Let’s talk about it. Let’s be real and open about this crazy thing of carrying life inside of us- it brings a lot with it. Good, bad, scary, excited… it all accompanies this season.

Love people well, be kind, and be gracious.

xoxo- Han

Dress: C/O Fillyboo

Eyebrow Tinting and Shaping: Southern Chic Wax

Photos by Cottonwood Road Photography 

Why We Chose To Use A Midwife

Hey hey, friendsies!!

Ugh, first off, can we just talk about how I am still soaking in the fact that I can TALK ABOUT my pregnancy now?! It feels so freaking good to, and it makes it all the more real. Oh, and the whole I AM HAVING A BOY thing. Knowing what we are having has made everything more real, because I can talk to him by name now and really start shopping for him.

Though I know there is zero reason or need to justify our decision to keep it quiet for so long, I wanted to share a little about it. Our decision in keeping it to ourselves and close family for so long wasn’t because we don’t believe this is already a life inside of me (we very much believe he is) nor was it because we didn’t want to tell everyone “just in case”. Frankly, because I believe life begins at conception, I wanted to start announcing it immediately. But, Paul and I chose together to keep it quiet a while because of my health and it being our first baby. We just didn’t know what being pregnant would be like, and it’s entirely new territory for us. As people who were told getting pregnant would likely be difficult for me, I wanted to just soak in the fact I got pregnant so easily.

It was fun for us to be experiencing something together for the first time just us- it was a special bond we had knowing only WE knew about something so big. It felt sort of like a secret club, or something.

We shared over time leading up to our big announcement with people we love and would want to mourn with in the middle of grief, if that were how this panned out (though, of course, we prayed against that). As youth pastors, there are hundreds of kids we shepherd, and having to tell them in the middle of our grief if we lost the baby would not only make grieving hard and public for us, but it would be incredibly hard and traumatic for a lot of our kids. We would no doubt share what we were going through in due time, but we decided to keep it from them until the second trimester.

Anyways, I don’t know if that helps any of you or sheds some light as to why everyone treats what time they share with the world at such different times, but that’s our story. We got asked a lot why we didn’t share earlier, so since I am all about being honest and open, this is why.

Alright, so MIDWIFERY. Y’all, first off, that word is so freaking fun to say. Now, you might quite possibly be asking yourself, “What the heck is a midwife?”

Fair enough. My parents were like, “oh cool. um what is that?”

I like to think when it comes to the “Granola” scale, I am about a 5. I am right in the middle. I like natural methods. It is after all an all natural biomagnetic doctor who changed my whole life last July. And his diagnosis and care is very much the reason I got pregnant so easily. So, I am all about off the beaten path methods, but I am definitely not a “there’s an oil for that” kind of person. I like medicine, and I have no problem using it when needed. (Although, I am kind of against antibiotics and avoid those… big part of my story as to why I was sick my whole life.) I have a couple oils I like to use when needed, but that’s about the extent of that. I tell you that so that you don’t just tune me out if you hear “midwife” and think that’s only for crunchy people. I am not super ultra crunchy.

Anyyyyways,

There are different levels of certified midwives, and I would personally suggest getting one who has a masters in nursing and THEN has her midwife certification. This means you are being cared for by a highly knowledgable RN, and they happen to be allowed to do these off the beaten path methods because they ALSO got their certification in midwifery. Does that make sense?

Anyways, a nurse with a midwife certification is kind of like the golden ticket to get out of having to do all the rules of the hospital. All of my appointments leading up to birth are 100% exactly like they would be with the traditional Ob-Gyn. My women’s center is actually split, half Ob-gyns and half Midwives, and they all work with one another. It’s really awesome! I get the same sonograms, same care, same tests… it’s all the same. A mid-wife just will look to more natural methods to cure sickness, nausea, or anything else that might come up during pregnancy before medicine. Then, when labor comes, I will deliver in a hospital with my midwife. Here’s the kicker, the golden ticket, I get to deliver however I want (I am not restricted to giving birth on my back), I get to eat, I get to walk around as long as I want, I get to go to the birthing tub or shower, and I can deliver in them should I choose to do so. It’s basically getting the benefits of a home birth in the safety of the hospital. I will be fighting to do a medicine free birth, but my midwife can give me an epidural at any time. Should I need a c-section, my midwife is certified to be the assistant to the doctor in surgery. If you don’t have a midwife with all the credentials mine does, you are passed off by your midwife and not allowed to be touched by her until your delivery is done if you have complications. But mine literally is with me throughout the entire thing because of her schooling. You’re getting the best of both worlds with a certified nurse and midwife.

Lastly, my favorite part, unlike when you have a traditional doctor, you are guaranteed delivery with your mid-wife unless the VERY rare case another patient happened to go into labor at the same time as you. But, even still, another mid-wife on call will come help you until your own can take over.

I am trying to keep all of this super simple and understandable… haha. Don’t judge my very non-medical terms for all this.

Picking your midwife feels a lot like rushing in college… or speed dating. We set up an appointment to come in and meet all four midwives at our practice. You get about 15 minutes with each one to get to know them, learn their personality, hear their story, etc. We were really nervous. Like, what do we do if we don’t really click with any of them? Find a different practice? But, we just went in praying God would make it so clear who he had for us.

The first midwife came in, told us all about herself and we just totally clicked. Before she even left, BOTH Paul and I were crying. We knew that was our midwife. We went ahead and met a couple more, and were meant to go back later that day to meet the last one… but we cancelled. We knew the first one was perfect for us. You just click with the person you want to be with throughout this process, and hopefully it’s as clear for you as it was for us.

So did you learn something new today? 😉 I am so excited about the method we chose, and I cannot wait to continue journeying through this process with our midwife! I even found out my midwife was neighbors with close family friends and delivered one of my Pure Barre teacher’s babies earlier this year, and they all love her! I’d say we made a good choice.

 Now hear me on this: EVERY WOMAN IS BEAUTIFULLY DIFFERENT. Whether you do a fully hospital birth, a completely natural home birth, a birthing center, or a hybrid like I am doing… You are a BAD-A. You’re growing a human inside of you, and you’re going to do whatever is perfect for YOU to deliver that beautiful babe inside of you. There is no method better than another, it’s just what is best for you. 

That’s what I love about my practice! My  women’s center supports absolutely whatever the mom wants, and they do every type of birth plan (except home births). They don’t even like calling what I am doing “natural birth”, because they don’t want their moms to feel guilty or shame if they should decide to use medicine during their labor. There is a stigma that comes with choosing a medicine free birth and then if you don’t stick to that plan… it’s somehow shameful to use drugs because you said you wouldn’t. THAT IS CRAP and it’s just not true! Y’all, you might come in with a plan for your birth and absolutely everything has to change and be done differently because of A, B, or C. Find a practice who loves you and cares for you personally, and support you in every decision you make along the way. You are, after all, going to be getting really close over the next 9 or so months. Pick carefully, do your research, and choose simply what is best for you.

xoxo- Han

All photos by Cottonwood Road Photography for The Cake by Hannah

Shop my favorite go-to heel, here.

My dress is from Pink Blush, here. It’s almost out of stock in all sizes. WOMP. But below are some other top floral wrap choices from the same site that I am loving (and currently might have in my shopping cart…)

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Pretty in Blush & Weeks 7 & 8

Remember, all of my pregnancy updates are from the actual weeks I was in the thick of them.**

 So writing this, I am 8 weeks and 2 days and feel semi-normal for the first time in two weeks. I ain’t gonna lie y’all, about a week into the nausea I wondered what the heck I signed up for. I was on my back nauseous from sun up to sun down from the Friday before week 6 set in (the Friday before Easter) until well, two days ago. Whoever coined the term “morning sickness” set up all of us future pregnant ladies for a massive disappointment when we realize that actually means ALL DAY SICKNESS. And though I feel so much better today, anything can make me sick again.

I have had to ask Paul to not make certain foods when I am around. Or like at all… because my senses are out the roof and I can smell EVERYTHING. Seriously, I feel like this must be what Spiderman felt like when he started experiencing spidey senses. Even if Paul made chicken two hours before I walk through the door… I can smell it. And I instantly want to vomit.

I have experienced the biggest aversion to poultry. And coconut oil. But, specifically any chicken we cook at home, and basically all veggies except spinach and romain lettuce. But oddly enough, if it’s sliced up chicken- like on my salad at La Madeleine or Panera- I am a-okay. Basically, I feel like I am experiencing what Paul surely always has felt like when I can’t make my mind up and my hormones are crazy during “that time of the month”. I just feel all over the place.

I cannot get enough French Onion Soup. Gimme all the french onion.

But for so many things, something I ate and couldn’t live without yesterday is repulsive today. Thus, Paul has changed our grocery budget entirely for the time being. I have my own monthly budget now, and I can only buy food for the next 1-2 days in the likelihood that I end up hating something that sounded so good the day before. Our first month of pregnancy led to going about $300 over food budget because every single night I was left thinking about what wouldn’t make me vomit, and we would then go order it and pick it up. I ate out more for the last two weeks than I have in the last year.

Guys, this pregnancy thing. It’s so freaking weird. And funny. And a slew of emotions all at once.

Paul literally did so much for me during this phase where I could hardly function. It was sweet to just get to experience that together, too, since so few people knew. He left at 6 AM to find me ginger lozenges one day, went to PF Changs for egg drop soup another day, tomato soup the next… the list goes on. One day I was so miserable and all I wanted was Saltines, but I cannot eat them because of food allergies. (Trying to combat morning sickness with gluten and yeast allergies adds a whole new frustration to the nausea.) So at 9 AM that day, after already having left at 6 AM for the ginger lozenges… he went out and bought me 6 different kinds of gluten free crackers for me to test out. He literally has been so selfless, and I just felt so bad yet so loved. He just kept saying, “don’t you dare feel bad. you’re growing a baby.” Find a husband willing to buy you ginger pregnancy candies at 6 AM from Wal Mart. You have seriously made it when you find that.

I am praying this whole nausea thing truly is over. (**Added later: It wasn’t. I was sick from week 5-10) But now, I am experiencing A FLABBY BELLY like nobody’s business. I wake up normal, but by mid-day… holy moly. Hello soft tummy. I am not going to lie, this has been really hard for me. I am having to pray constantly for God to give me his eyes toward this body as it grows a baby. Like, I am growing a freaking human being inside of me, which is actually still really odd to grasp. It hasn’t hit just yet. But, none the less, there is definitely a human in there and I have all the symptoms.

Week 8 is also exciting, because we are going to our first pregnancy class on Wednesday and then our first appointment/sonogram on Thursday. WHAT?! Ugh. I am so excited. I can’t wait to see that little strawberry growing in my tummy.

Anyways, cheers to week 8 and to entering into my final month of the first trimester! I am so ready for you second trimester. So000 ready.

xoxo- Han

This dress is from Landry Kate, and is ammaaazing. If you are local, stop by the store! (They are the BEST!) If you aren’t (sad!), no worries because you can also order it online here!

All photos by Cottonwood Road Photography for The Cake by Hannah

            

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