Hey fam! 😄
Whew — where do I even begin? So much has happened this week that I honestly feel like I’m still catching my breath. You’ve probably seen the title already (yes, it’s all true!!), but let me take you through the journey because this one’s going to be a rollercoaster — full of happy tears, sleepy days, and one unforgettable last adventure before we become a family of THREE! 🍼💕
Let’s rewind to Monday.
I woke up feeling…off. You know when you’re not exactly sick, but you’re definitely not okay? That was me. My body just felt heavy, like I was walking through water. My head was foggy, and I had this tiny, nagging headache that just wouldn’t let go. Of course, being almost 33 weeks pregnant, I chalked it up to the usual third-trimester fun. But Brian — sweet, observant Brian — wasn’t convinced.
“You’re burning up, babe,” he said, touching my forehead gently. “Why don’t we skip the gym today and just stay in?”
And that’s when I knew something was really off — because Brian never suggests skipping gym day 😅
So we stayed home, and I tried to rest. We called my OB just to be safe, and they said it sounded like a mild pregnancy cold — nothing dangerous but definitely a sign that I needed to slow down. It was kind of perfect timing though, because little did I know, Brian had a huge surprise in the works…
Let me paint the picture for you: it’s now Tuesday evening, and I’m bundled up in my favorite blanket on the couch, sipping ginger tea and half-watching one of those cheesy dating shows we love to hate. Brian’s pacing the room, looking nervous. I ask him what’s wrong and he just shrugs and says, “Nothing, just thinking about our trip.”
(AKA: something is definitely up.)
Then he says: “Hey, can you come outside for a second? I want to show you something.”
It’s dark, and kind of chilly, but I throw on my slippers and follow him out. And GUYS — right there in our backyard, under the twinkle lights, was the setup of my dreams. A small table, candles, fairy lights everywhere, and photos of our favorite moments together hanging on string. And then I turned to look at him, and my heart stopped.
Brian was on one knee. 💍
YES, THAT’S RIGHT. HE FINALLY DID IT.
He smiled — nervous, glowing, so soft — and said, “Aza, I’ve loved you from the moment you started stealing fries off my plate. I love how strong you are, how gentle you are with everyone, how you’re already the most amazing mom. I want to spend forever with you. Will you marry me?”
I sobbed. I couldn’t even say yes right away — I just started crying and laughing and saying “Are you serious!?” over and over again until I finally squeaked out the most excited YES of my entire life.
We hugged forever. My face was soaked in tears and snot and I didn’t even care. That moment was perfect. Not Pinterest-perfect, not magazine-perfect — but us-perfect. 💛
And honestly? It gave me the exact boost I needed because by Wednesday, even though I still wasn’t feeling great physically, I felt so full emotionally. Like I was wrapped in this giant blanket of love and excitement.
Which brings us to the next part of this wild week…
Our last trip before baby!! 🧳🌴
So a few months ago, we had planned this short getaway — just three days — as a little “babymoon” to celebrate the end of this pregnancy journey and spend some quality time together before our little girl arrives. We almost canceled it because of how I was feeling, but my doctor said as long as I was careful and rested, it was totally fine to go.
And I’m SO glad we went.
We chose this little coastal town just three hours away from home — cozy, quiet, peaceful. We stayed in a charming Airbnb cottage that smelled like cinnamon and ocean breeze, and the view from the bedroom was straight out of a dream.
We didn’t do a lot — just long naps, slow walks on the beach, and cooking together. I think we needed that slowness. One morning, we woke up at 6 AM to watch the sunrise. Brian made pancakes. I played soft music and rubbed my belly, talking to our baby girl. “You’ve got a good dad,” I whispered to her. “He’s going to protect you and love you like nothing else.”
That moment will live in my heart forever.
And just like that, the trip came to an end. It was sweet, short, and so needed. We came home feeling tired but full — full of love, of gratitude, of the kind of joy that doesn’t always scream but hums quietly in your chest.
So here we are now — engaged (!!), a little under the weather (but healing!), and officially counting down the weeks until our daughter joins the world. It’s wild to think how fast life moves. One minute you’re dating, the next you’re decorating a nursery and picking out baby names.
But I wouldn’t trade this chaos for anything.
Thank you all for being part of our journey — whether you’ve been following since the start or just joined us, we love having you here. Your messages, your encouragement, your virtual hugs — they mean the world to us. 🫶
Biggest shout-out to Brian — my partner, my soon-to-be husband (!!), and the future best girl dad in the world. You did it. You planned something beautiful, you made me feel so seen, and I’m so proud of the man you are.
As for me, I’m going to rest up, hydrate, and keep doing gentle yoga to prep for labor (send tips!!). Next update might just include a baby photo — who knows!
Until then, take care of your hearts and hug someone you love today.
With so much love,
Aza (and bump) 💕👶
