Kendall: Inflation (Economically and Physically)

Inflation… there’s that effing word again. It’s EVERYWHERE. But WHAT does it really mean? Well, I can tell you I don’t 100% know. I mean, I understand the basic concept and it’s effect on our economy… and my wallet. Other than that, I can’t give you a great economic break down. What I can tell you is how inflation has impacted me and how it may be impacting you.

I take after my mother in that I study my grocery bill. Over the past two years, I have watched price increases specifically at the grocery store. Let me tell you, there are a ton of increases. From my canned tomatoes to my favorite local steaks, prices have increased. Don’t even get me started on the price of milk. Apparently wanting organic milk for my family is going to cost me upwards of $6. Yup, I still pay it. We have been lucky and can keep buying what we need and want but I do keep an eye on a deal and the best places to buy certain goods. Luckily, I live in a really community centric area and we are aware the food shortage and price increases are a thing for many of our fellow Vermonters. So we are often doing food drives for our local food bank. From Thanksgiving meals to regular ole’ dropping cans and non-perishable items, we want to do our part to ease the burden that inflation can inflict. I don’t say that self-righteously. I am genuinely concerned that food is unattainable for people. Watching inflation and it’s impact on my wallet has made me more convinced that we need to figure out how to make more food and be investing in technology in which to do that. Some groups and studies say that by 2050 we are going to be in a global food supply crisis/shortage. Some disagree with this estimate. Regardless, I think the past two years of have shown us that stability in this category isn’t guaranteed and we need to figure out how to not only adapt but move forward in a positive way so that all citizens of the world can eat… inflation be da^*ed.

Another area of global life that has been heavily hit by inflation is gasoline. I drive a Volvo XC90. It requires premium. It’s annoying. Luckily, I don’t fill up often. But it still hurts when I do. Yesterday, I paid $5.29 a gallon. My final bill was $86 and change. That was about 12 days worth of driving… so not too bad but not great either. Wanna go on a trip? Be prepared for your wallet to take a hit. Tickets have been higher since the pandemic but have now gone up about 25% more. The International Air Transport Association has stated that in the past year alone jet fuel has gone up 150%.

Take all of the above and apply it to every basic part of your life: vacations, school, utilities, general budgeting etc. We are spending more and let’s be honest, it hurts! We feel it. Some say this is a great time to take some risks with the stock market. Full disclosure: Investing is all greek to me. But I get why people say it makes sense. I also get why it scares the crap out of people. Ultimately, you have to do what is best for your money and you should always seek the guidance of a financial advisor.

Know all of this? Good. I encourage all of you to be keeping tabs on your grocery and misc. bills and comparing prices. Why? Simple awareness. How often do you throw in a carton of strawberries and actually consider the price? It may or may not matter to you but you should know the market. It’s just good common sense. Here in Vermont, a lot of the state is on propane or oil. Propane costs are about to rise this next calendar year (starting in July). That makes me so grumpy because it’s already high, I have to have it, and I can’t do anything about it. On top of it, I really dislike my propane company. Most people I know do too but it’s nearly impossible to switch to another company with better rates and service without investing several thousands of dollars in tank installation, fill up, and man hours.

Speaking of inflation, I am inflating every day as I near the end of my pregnancy. This week marks my 37th week of growing my baby boy. My ankles have officially disappeared and my toes resemble pigs in blankets. My nesting urges are strong AF and the reality that my baby could really arrive any day has hit. In an effort to enjoy these last few weeks with my family and give my body some rest, I am taking a break from blogging, grocery store trips (thank you grocery gods for Instacart), and outings in general. It’s getting difficult to get in and out of my car with ease. And with gas being what it is, my checking account will naturally reap the benefits of staying home. I will be back on the blog in a few months. Until then stay safe, have fun in the sun, and just be happy.

Kendall: Pregnancy #2

If you have read any of my other blogs about pregnancy, you might remember that I hated being pregnant. Like, hated it. I was in so much pain. Depression dominated most of the second and third trimesters. I was not myself. But… Rosemary was worth every single moment of that pregnancy. Regardless, I wasn’t sure I wanted to do that to myself or my marriage again. 

For a while we were on the fence about a second kid. And then, we promptly decided it was not on the table. I would like to say this is where God laughed. The pandemic happened. We were locked down at home. It was during this time that my mind began to change. The COVID-19 pandemic showed me something super clear; if something happened to Issy or I we never wanted Rosemary to be alone. She needed a sibling. 

We agreed to put off the “official decision” until Issy was done with graduate school. BUT in the spring of 2021, I knew that if a second baby was going to happen, it needed to be sooner rather than later. This wasn’t because I felt an urgent need for a baby. Honestly, I knew if we waited until the end of 2022/early 2023, I may not be up to it. It took a while for me to really become a stronger version of myself both physically and mentally after Rosemary’s birth. Our marriage has been in a super strong place (COVID brought us closer in every way rather than driving us apart like it did for so many). Everything just felt “right.” I didn’t want that to fade. 

So, we took our time, talked to my doctor, and just started trying to have a baby. That’s code for “doing it” a lot. This fall, it happened. My first trimester was tough but not as tough as the first trimester in 2018. My food aversions were there but, once again, not bad. There were some bad days… but nothing compared to my 2018 pregnancy. We were excited to share the news with the people we love during the holiday season and, finally, celebrate something other than a vaccine shot. 

At present, I am 22.5 weeks. I am feeling good. Everything seems to be in a good place. The nursery is pretty much set up (minus the artwork). Rosemary is beginning to understand there is a baby in my belly. She is beyond happy to sing her baby brother songs and give him morning kisses. For the sake of my mental health I am relieved that this pregnancy hasn’t seemed to take me down. It also helps that I am better at communicating my feelings and needs with the people around me. Talking to my girlfriends via Marco Polo has also helped. I feel so connected to them and oddly enough, a lot of us are all in the same place in terms of being pregnant or having children. It’s nice to have a tribe.

My current cravings include broccoli, strawberries, yogurt, strawberry cake, strawberry shortcake, chocolate covered strawberries, hummus, roasted carrots, and Jeni’s Splendid Ice Creams. I get sleepy easily and my belly is starting to feel nice and heavy. While this pregnancy hasn’t been as tough, I still don’t love the whole process. I am just not that woman. BUT, I do have a massive appreciation for what my body is able to do and what it is able to handle. I feel stronger than I ever have despite the random aches and pains. 

What (or should I say who) I am really grateful for in this whole process is my husband. He has been such a loving force for me. The other night I curled into him and started crying. I didn’t know why. My hormones just needed to get it out of my system and he was there for all of it. I love that he sings to the baby and reaches for my belly at night time. It’s peaceful. 

I can’t wait to meet my little man.