6 Weeks Left (But Who’s Counting?)

If you’ve been around here for a while, you know I tend to go MIA during the season. That’s only become more true now that I’m raising our daughter full time and supporting my husband’s coaching career full time too—lol.

When I started this blog, the goal was simple: to create a space, especially for coach’s wives. Because, honestly? I didn’t see many places where everything was laid out honestly for us. And from the outside—especially on social media—it often feels like there’s this invisible divide between coach’s wives and players’ wives.

Thankfully, I haven’t experienced that separation in real life. And to be real with you—I don’t know what I would do if that did exist. These girls are my lifeline.

Old School and Proud

Let’s be clear: I’m not tech-savvy. I am not a TikToker. The last time I downloaded TikTok was during lockdown, and I deleted it just to save my sanity.

So if you’re reading this and you’re a coach’s wife like me, then guess what—we’re going to be besties, because you’re probably a little old school too.

Why I’m Here

If you’re new here, welcome. This is the place where I speak as candidly as possible, but always try to keep things light and positive. I’ve adopted my husband’s dream of coaching baseball, and I truly do love it. I’m rooting for him, and I’m rooting for the team. But I’m also here to root for you.

I want this to be a space where someone gets it—because they live it too.

The Questions We All Hear

No one really understands this life unless they’re in it.

You know the questions I’m talking about:

“So… what’s the plan after baseball?”
“Don’t they want a real career?”
“Wouldn’t you rather be at home than traveling with him?”
“Now that you have a baby… are you seriously still doing this?”

Yeah. Those questions. The ones that come with a side of judgment from people who don’t even know you. That kind of energy doesn’t live here.

I get you. I get why you travel. I get why he coaches. I get the dream. And this blog is all about keeping it real—without losing the positivity.

Because, let’s be honest: it’s not for the faint of heart. But you are strong. And your relationship will grow because of your support.

Where We’re At

So, as the title says—we’ve got six weeks left in this season. And let me just say, I’m counting down. 😂 If you’re in it right now, I know you feel me.

That said, it has been a really great season. A learning curve, absolutely. But I really think we’ve found our rhythm.

Traveling With a Baby? Let’s Talk.

If you’re about to start traveling full time with a baby, stay tuned—my next post will be all about what I’ve deemed essential for surviving road trips and hotel life with a little one.

It’s not always sunshine and rainbows. We constantly get asked:

“How is she in the car?”
“How is she at the games?”

And what I want to say is:

“She’s a baby. What do you think?”

Babies cry. It’s normal. So if your baby screams in the car seat, I want you to take a deep breath, give yourself a big hug, and remind yourself—this is completely normal.

We do what we can to help: music she likes, books, snacks. Thank God she’s eating solids now, because let me tell you—nursing over a car seat should be an Olympic sport. But it works, especially when we’re trying to get her to sleep on the road.

Ballpark Adventures

At the field, we’re in full-on mobile baby mode. She wants to crawl, climb, and explore everything. So my days of sitting down to actually watch a full baseball game? Gone. 😂

But she loves the girls. She’s a girls’ girl through and through—loves seeing the other wives and babies, and lives for the tea. Honestly, going to the stadium is our daily social outing.

These days, we don’t stay for the whole game unless it’s the ideal scenario. And that’s okay.

Good, but Different

The best advice I received before she was born came from a good friend. She said: “If you expect things to be the same as they’ve been, it’s going to be really hard. But if you go in knowing it’s going to be different—good, but different—you’ll thrive.”

And it’s true. Life with a baby is different. But it’s not worse. Sometimes we’re made to feel like it is, especially by the “just wait” crowd.

But I’m here to tell you—YES, just wait…

Just wait until all the players are obsessed with your baby.
Just wait until their girlfriends become your village—and aunties to your child—without you even asking.
Just wait until your baby recognizes their daddy in uniform.
Just wait until they’re cackling and dancing to “Take Me Out to the Ballgame.”

These are the “just waits” I want you to hold onto.

It’s Not Easy, But You Can Do It

It is daunting—no sugarcoating here—but you can do it. I finally (with six weeks left!) feel like I am doing it. Because I have done it.

One moment that really clicked for me was on our last trip to Harrisburg. Instead of trying to force a schedule on my daughter, I decided to just lean in, enjoy the moment, and—yes—romanticize it a little. Lame? Maybe. Effective? Absolutely.

Hotel living isn’t ideal, but we went to the pool, ordered pizza, watched Homeward Bound (she’s obsessed with dogs—and let’s be honest, so am I), and then headed to the game. It was honestly a blast.

I’ve learned what fills her cup—and mine. Expecting her to sit through a full game is a setup for frustration. But climbing the stadium stairs a million times? We’re both weirdly into it. 😅

That doesn’t make us any less supportive. In fact, my favorite moment is always being there when the game is over.

Our Reality (Sleep Edition)

One thing I’ll add: we didn’t sleep train, and we don’t have a perfect schedule or ideal nap environment. We knew from the beginning we’d need to be adaptable. She’ll nap at the stadium (knock on wood!), and she doesn’t have a set bedtime because, frankly, our life just doesn’t support it.

As long as she’s had decent naps and she’s a happy girl, we go to the games. Yes, I sometimes get in my head about how late it’s getting or how long her wake window has been—but then we balance. We listen to our intuition, not the Instagram moms selling baby sleep courses.