Friday, May 29, 2015

Post-baby: Snacking Healthy

After having Cadence I seemed to drop that unforgiving baby weight quite fast, all of the last 10lbs. So to combat those last stubborn 10lbs, Brandon and I are trying to cook better meals, eat healthier snacks and in well, just get back on track. I mean, pregnancy cravings can do a number on your wallet and figure, and I wasn't the only one to put on a little weight during my pregnancy. Ahem, Brandon!

So to help keep us on track, I'm buying healthier snacks like nuts, hard cheeses and fruit. And after doing some research and reading a little up on Paleo, nuts are actually really good for you. Hey, it's the little victories!

My favorite are almonds, but for Brandon's sweet tooth I have to cave and splurge on jordan almonds and dark chocolate covered almonds for him. Almonds are the perfect little snack. You can grab just a few, a hand full or the whole bag and not feel the least bit guilty. Lately, I've been looking up recipes on Pinterest for almonds, and the easiest way to add in to your diet is adding chopped almonds in your salads along with granola. Talk about delicious flavor! I also found these almond, coconut and chocolate chip cookies, and I can't wait to try them! Mmm, Mmm.

Some fun facts for ya: Almonds can help you lose weight, lower cholesterol, they're considered the most nutritional-dense nut, meaning they offer the most overall nutrients per calorie per ounze. Almonds are also a good source of fiber, calcium, iron, vitamins E, riboflavin, magnesium, phosphorous and manganese. :)

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Thursday, April 2, 2015

Waiting Patiently for #BabyC to arrive

For first time moms it's a whole different journey. It's a learning process. For you, your body, your spouse and the baby to be born. Everything is so new and different. It has that "never-been-worn-before-new-car-smell" all over it. Your body, uterus, cervix all have no idea what's going on and how they are supposed to perform when it comes down to show time. That's why you always hear about first time moms being in labor for 15, 24, and some even endure 36 hours of labor. 

It's like trying to get a group of 4-year olds to dance at a dance recital without a dress rehearsal or weeks of practice beforehand. It just doesn't happen. You've got one little girl off to the side throwing a fit and crying because she wants her mommy, one girl who is spinning around like a toy top about to make herself throw up and one girl who's all smiles because she's been bribed with chocolate or ice cream. But still, none of them are in sync with each other or know what they're supposed to be doing.

And that's how it is trying to get your body to work together as a unit to push a baby out of an orifice you didn't think was big enough to put a tampon in.

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The no-fun-only-liquids breakfast meal

It's a test of your strength and patience waiting for everything to magically fall into place. And that's where we are now. Waiting. Patiently. 

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We had our weekly doctor's appointment on Tuesday, and the doctor asked if we wanted to try inducing that night. We talked about our options, and finally decided that being 39weeks 2days was a good time try and to go in to the hospital that night. After checking in through the ER entrance at 8pm, we were greeted with the very funny night nurse, Carolyn. She had me laughing from the beginning, and I probably would've been rolling on the floor if not for this basketball size belly that constantly gets in the way. Such an inconvenience! ;P

She got me all set with a Lidocaine shot (which surprisingly hurt worse than the needle prick itself) and IV with fluids, baby and contraction monitors and blood pressure cuff. About 45minutes later she started a 4-round dose of vaginal suppositories that had to be inserted every 4 hours. Sleeping in a hospital is never comfortable, but when you're being woken up every 4 hours through the night, it's even worse. Especially when you're ladies parts are being poked and prodded to check for any progress.

Brandon was such a sweetheart and trooper to stay with me the entire time. Poor guy even slept on the most uncomfortable couch known to man and somehow wasn't a grump the next day. Love that man!

I had my last 4-round dose at 9am on Wednesday morning, and we waited around till 1pm for my doctor to come to the room to check me again. Talk about painful! I swear she had her entire arm up inside of me. Disappointing news - I still hadn't moved passed 1cm. Good news - my cervix had started thinning like it's supposed to. The biggest side-effect she was worried about was that the suppositories had caused my contractions to come in every other minute, which in her mind was too close together to start me on Pitocin and didn't want to stress the baby.

We talked about more options with my doc, and in the end decided to wait for the contractions to slow down and then go home to rest. She wants us to come back on Easter Sunday to start this process all over again if nothing happens on it's own between now and then. So, here we are waiting. 

This is the kind of game that leaves you anxiously waiting at half time with no prize in sight because you've been sent home from the hospital because you haven't progressed passed 1cm.

Our sweet little baby is already as stubborn as her mother. Watch out, people! You've been warned. ;)

Friday, December 5, 2014

The Day We Found Out

Brandon and I had just celebrated our 3rd wedding anniversary (December 2013) when we decided to pull the plug on birth control 200 miles out in the Gulf of Mexico sailing to Jamaica. It was scary as hell and exhilarating all at the same time. Not sure how that's even possible, but it was!

"Are we really ready to do this?" I asked him
"We'll never be ready, but let's just see what happens."

And that's what we did. 

But were we really ready to give up this life we've known for quite some time, just the two of us? This life that's perfectly ours.

A few months went by, and nothing. Easter and Memorial Day came, and still nothing. So after talking with a couple of friends of ours who were trying to get pregnant as well, they suggested tracking my ovulation. So I went out and bought the ClearBlue ovulation kit. After tracking for a month, which is rather tedious, we still were not pregnant. It was coming up on Fourth of July time for round two of tracking. I had almost given up hope. (Looking back, I was a bit dramatic.) 

During this time I came across a few new blogs, one specifically Liz Marie Blog, about her struggle with infertility, PCOS and multiple miscarriages. My 8 month journey to pregnancy had nothing on her 8 year journey, and they still have not conceived. That definitely put things in perspective for me BIG time. Still praying for you, Liz! xo   

I was frustrated that we still weren't pregnant, but Brandon was always so sweet to me, and kept reminding me that it will happen when it's supposed to and when God allows us to become parents. Patience has never really been my forte, but I knew that God was challenging me to seek Him and trust that He has everything in control.

Another month came and went, and we were at my family reunion mid-July when I was set to have my period. I was late the previous month, so it didn't phase me when my period came late again this month. It wasn't until another two weeks later that I still had not started my period that I began to feel anxious. So I decided to take a test which turned up negative, but after that weekend my period was still no where in sight. That following Tuesday another test was up for grabs. Those 5 minutes felt like an eternity. The little hourglass symbol flashed and turned at least 100 times before it finally revealed the results. 

That Tuesday will forever be one of the best days of our lives!

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Our little lima bean at 9 weeks! 

Tuesday, July 8, 2014

Picking Your Battles

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Over the weekend I sat at my mom's kitchen table sipping my coffee, while trying to conceal a pounding headache and hangover, I sat listening to my mother and aunt talk about their husbands and marriages. Simply listening, not judging. Learning. Learning how to put their mistakes into perspective and not repeat them. 

Does it really matter that he makes three piles around the house when he takes off his clothes?
Does it really matter that when he pours his coffee out he leaves coffee rings at the bottom of the sink? 
Does it really matter that he folds the towels different than me? 
Does it really matter that he puts the dirty clothes next to the hamper but not in the hamper?

They rattled off things that bug them to no end, but no matter how many times they argue with their spouses things never change. We are all creatures of habit. After so many times arguing about the same old thing day in and day out, you just get tired. Tired of fighting. Tired of bickering. Tired of nagging

Then one day you wake up and realize No, it doesn't matter that he makes three different piles of clothes around the house, at least I have someone to pick up after. 

I've always taken the old clique about learning from other people's mistakes to heart. Granted, I do make a hellofalot of my own mistakes, but when I can learn a few lessons the easy way through other people's mistakes, I'll gladly take that route. 

Picking your battles with your spouse is by far the best advice I could ever give to a newly wedded couple. You have to decide which battles are worth fighting and which are best left alone. Don't make every little thing an issue. It's not worth it. Remember the phrase, don't sweat the small stuff?! Well honey, this is exactly where that comes in to play. Don't lose track of what's really important. You don't need the extra drama. Trust me. 

So many people are out there alone in this life just wishing for someone to come along and sweep them off their feet. To love them, appreciate them, make dinner for them, or simply just sit next to them on the couch so they don't feel alone. And here I am griping about the laundry list of things my husband doesn't do right according to me. No thank you. 

So, Brandon, this post is for you. Thank you for always putting up with my sh*t. Thank you for somehow seeing something in me that made you want to call me yours. Thank for making me want to be a better wife to and for you. I love you from the bottom of my heart, and I appreciate everything you do for us! xoxo

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