On motherhood, career, AND LIFE

Life update (because it’s not all spreadsheets all the time)!

Hey friends—it’s been a minute! I’ve been MIA for a few weeks, and for good reason. Life has been chaotic lately (in a mostly good way). We moved! Just 15 minutes down the road, but somehow it felt like we packed up the contents of an entire IKEA warehouse. How do people move across the country without setting everything on fire and starting over? I was this close to putting a “free stuff” sign on the lawn and walking away.

On top of that—drumroll—we’re expecting a new addition to the family in early September! Cue the cravings, the naps, the mood swings, and my favorite new personality trait: brain fog. It’s been a circus juggling work, moving, and general human-ing, but I’ve got an MVP of a husband who’s been doing all the kid shuttling while I sneak in strategic naps between Zoom calls.

I feel incredibly lucky to work with leaders who get it—who understand that pregnancy isn’t just a cute baby bump, it’s a full-on mental and physical marathon. Working from home has been a lifesaver. (If you think I’m hopping on BART with this baby belly, you’re dreaming.) The funniest part? Most of my coworkers don’t even know I’m pregnant. Can’t wait to see their faces at our offsite when I roll in 6 months deep!

That said, not every job has been sunshine and understanding. I’ve had promotions disappear into thin air and performance reviews conveniently skipped—all while I was out on legally protected leave. Wild, right? That kind of stuff sticks with you. It’s why I’m passionate about advocating for fair treatment of parents at work. We’re doing real life stuff over here.

And because life wasn’t spicy enough, my husband and I decided to become landlords! Yep, we’re renting out our first home instead of selling it. The math just made sense—hello, sub-3% mortgage and solid appreciation. Financially, it’s a win. Emotionally? Whew. I didn’t realize listing our home would feel like putting our heart on Zillow. Every rejected application feels like a personal attack. “Why don’t you love my house??” (I’m only half kidding.)

Truthfully, that house means the world to us. It’s where we built our family, made memories, and stretched every penny to make it feel like home. But now, it’s time to reframe. It’s no longer our cozy nest—it’s an investment. An asset. A stepping stone to that dream of “passive” income (quotes very much intentional).

Anyway, that’s what’s been going on in my corner of the world. Thanks for sticking around—I’ll be back to regularly scheduled accounting nerdiness soon!