40 Weeks The Movie

This is a sponsored post, with access to the film provided by Doctor Smith’s, but all thoughts and opinions are mine. 

Can you even know what to be ready for?

At one point in the documentary, 40 Weeks, a documentary about pregnancy, the filmmaker asks this question. I feel like that question totally sums up what it’s like to be anticipating a child’s arrival. While the film is about pregnancy specifically, I have to think that adoptive parents have similar worries and concerns while they’re waiting.

How do you prepare when you don’t even know what to prepare for?

40 Weeks does a great job of being informative (the film partnered with The Association of Women’s Health, Obstetric and Neonatal Nurses, as well as HealthyWomen.org, and The March of Dimes). It shares all the information highlights you might otherwise get from a pregnancy book or websites. But it’s not just about telling you straight up medical information.

What the film does best is hit on the emotional roller coaster of pregnancy. You connect with the families being followed and care about them. The emotional highs and lows they experience are familiar if you have kids already. But you don’t have to have kids to appreciate it. These are just human stories. I can’t tell you how many times I cried while watching. All of these families have different backgrounds and experiences that they’re bringing to the table and they’re all going through different challenges throughout the 40 weeks of their pregnancies. But there’s an overarching theme of love. Even the frustrations and hard times that they go through are emotional because you can see them struggling with the dichotomy of overwhelming loving anticipation along with trying to keep life normal as everything changes. It’s not all happy and rose-colored glasses, which is often a problem with pregnancy-related movies and books. But it’s not scary either. It’s just very real.

If you have kids, if you are pregnant now, or if you’ve ever thought about having kids (or want affirmation that you definitely don’t want kids), I think that 40 Weeks is a great movie to watch. I think it gives a fabulous overview of pregnancy from a medical point of view but also gives insight into the mind of the mother. I would have loved watching this when I was pregnant with my oldest- I think it would have reassured me that all of the things I was thinking, worrying, and feeling were totally normal.

Thanks to Doctor Smith’s for being one of the sponsors of this beautiful documentary and for sponsoring this post, so I had the chance to check out an early cut of the film. If you’d like to check the movie out for yourself, go to https://www.40weeksthemovie.com/about-movie/find-screening/. Try to see it if you can! I loved it (and am definitely, 100%, for sure NOT pregnant). 


40 Weeks Pregnancy Documentary


Dreamers, All

Last night at dinner we were discussing what the boys would like to be when they grow up. I can’t remember how we got into the discussion but it proved illuminating. My dear children have dreams, oh yes they do. 

Fidget, age 8: When I grow up I’m going to be a paleontologist or a teacher. 
Mini-Me, age 6: Well, I’m going for either zoo keeper or architect. 
Chuckles, age 4: When I’m a grown-up I’m going to make food at McDonalds AND In-N-Out Burger! And live in the basement. 


Well, someone’s got to do it. We made sure to clarify that he would be living in the basement of his work establishment, not our house. As long as he moves out and is earning his keep, right?

Hold Fast to Dreams


Sorry, buddy!

So what happens when you’re the fourth child and your mom has a wedding to go to in another state the night before your 2nd birthday? 

She gets everyone to lie and pretend your birthday is actually several days later so we can celebrate then. 

Yup. This is happening in my house today. I went home to New York over the weekend to see one of my friends get married, to hang out with my parents, to eat lots of food, and to have wonderful times with good friends. In the middle of all of this was Spike’s second birthday. Oops. 

So I did what any normal person does and forced my husband not to mention the birthday to the kids while I was gone. I was NOT going to miss it. We will celebrate today instead. 

I started the day by shouting, “HAPPY BIRTHDAY!” at Spike (and making him cry because he was so startled) while dodging questions from the other boys. What kinds of questions? Things like, “Is today really his birthday?” Answer: He is 2 years old today! I do spin very well* and managed to neither lie nor let on that today is not the real birthday. No one will care when there’s cake later, right?

It all comes from a good place and I hope he doesn’t old this against me when he’s older. My parents went to a Rod Stewart concert the night of my 8th birthday and I still haven’t forgiven them. We’ll see if Spike is more gracious than I am. Except I missed his birthday for a wedding, not Rod Stewart. That still stings. 

We’ll have a day full of Spike’s favorite foods and cake and presents. That’s all anyone cares about, right? It doesn’t matter that it’s a little belated. This is what I’m trying to convince myself of right now (feel free to help). 

I leave you with this picture I took on my way to the airport yesterday afternoon. New York is a hell of a town and a damn better excuse than Rod Stewart. 

New York Skyline



*I’m looking for work, if you’d like to hire me to do spin for you
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