Welcome! My Birth Story 

Welcome to the world, Juniper! 😍

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This beautiful, little girl came roaring into this world yesterday morning. It all started at 6am when I felt a punch in my cervix. My water broke and it woke me up. It didn’t break all over the bed or anything but I went to pee to make sure and my husband got up and walked around the house with me. He actually sat down to play video games while I paced around the house. Then I realized I was having contractions and it was time to start getting things together. Aston was still sleeping and we figured he would be waking up soon so we let him sleep while we got ready and started timing contractions. Not much time passes, Aston is up eating breakfast, I texted Kassie and she came to pick up Aston, I text and call Nicole and let her know this is happening, and I told Jonathan it’s time to go. Got everything out of the house and I was on my way. I even said to him, “I’m not going to make it to the hospital.” I grabbed a trash bag to put on the seat of the car if I needed it. I was seriously convinced that I was going to give birth in the way there. Hubby sped down the freeway and followed a cop the entire way (who happened to also be speeding) and when we got there, they came out with a wheelchair for me. It was 8:01 and I got a text from Nicole and I responded with “wheeling me in right now.” They asked me a few questions, got me into the triage room, and I told the nurse “I need to push.” She told me to get on the bed so she can check me and I could barely do it. I fought through a contraction and Jonathan was rubbing my back and pushing my hips together. And I guess I was dripping blood while I stood there (he told me about it later). She checked me and I was 9cm and immediately rolled my bed into delivery. Jonathan let them know that last time I was in labor for less than 3 hours and the nurse called down to another and said, “she has her babies fast!” And the other one said, “oh yay!! This will be fun!” Lol. We get into the room and I had to transfer beds. I had originally planned to walk through my contractions and to be squatting or on my knees on the bed during delivery. I had to deliver at the hospital, couldn’t have a home birth, and had to follow a lot of Navy rules (I am active duty) but I knew I could have the natural birth I wanted under any circumstances. BUT the most comfortable position for me? Oh my back. I wasn’t moving…no way. 😂 my husband talked to the doctors and the nurses and expressed everything we wanted for this birth and what we didn’t want. Everyone was amazing. They listened to our wishes and communicated everything with us. My hubby was a rockstar at being a great advocate for me and was an amazing birth partner. 😍 As for me, I wanted to push. At this point I wasn’t sure if I was going to be able to do this. I doubted myself for a second but it didn’t matter…this baby was coming. They told me not to push for a minute so I was trying my best not to and I would thrust my hips up with every contraction. The doctor reminded me that I needed to not do that otherwise I would risk tearing worse. And let me tell you…it was very difficult to not do that. But I did it. And then it was time to push. 

With my first, I had gotten an epidural and I didn’t even push. They had vacuumed him out and I felt useless. So, that’s why I chose a natural birth this time around. But because of that…I didn’t know how to push. 😂 There was an amazing nurse on my left that was trying to explain to me how. And I think it helped. I was making a lot of noises during this process. Nothing too crazy at first. I yelled a bit, a few “Ah’s” were coming out. And then I heard the doctor tell my husband, “okay, she’s not moving and he heartbeat has drastically dropped. We NEED to get this baby out. She needs to push. I’m going to put the vacuum on her for just a second and then take it off.” Jonathan agreed and told me I needed to push. I pushed and her head was out. And the doc removed the vacuum. It sucks that the vacuum was used but had he not, that would have been worse. But I’m thankful he took it off immediately. Then I remember being told to give one really big push…

I screamed. I pushed. And what felt like 10 minutes was the most excruciating pain I had ever felt in my life. I honestly felt like my body was being torn in half and then she was out and my body could relax. The tension was gone and all of a sudden I was overcome with a feeling of relief and then I was just in shock. I did it. And you know what? That 10 minutes….was literally a few seconds. They handed me my baby girl and laid her on my chest. She cried as she was coming out, the umbilical cord was around her leg but they got it unwrapped, and she was on me…I was staring at her. Again, I was in shock. I couldn’t believe it. I felt every bit of pain and every bit of her. We chose to do delayed cord clamping and my husband and I were just in awe. 

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I did it. The girl who can’t watch someone take her blood or get a shot…someone who has an extremely low pain tolerance…gave birth naturally. Just like I wanted. It didn’t matter that I couldn’t have my home birth or a water birth. It didn’t matter that I couldn’t birth with a midwife or that I didn’t have a doula…I listened to my body. I was in tune with my body. All those weeks and months of preparation, reading, prayer, being at peace, and just finding balance in my life is what made me get through this. And having my amazing husband with me through it. Have your birth how you want it. You are in control. ❤️️

Oh, and remember what time I got to the hospital? 8:01am… our baby girl was born at 8:20am. 19 minutes later. A lot can happen in 19 minutes! 

The goal was a healing birth. And I have been healed. 

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Being a Boy Mom

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I may have only been a boy mom (mom in general) for about 15 months but I totally love it!

It’s hard to believe that this time, two years ago, we were getting ready to be out at sea and I would later find out I was pregnant. During my first pregnancy with Aston, I wanted a girl. I have no shame in saying it! It’s the truth. But that was at first. Growing up, I always wanted a girl first if I had kids. I grew up with a sister, I was the oldest, and my cousins that were around my age were all girls. It just made sense to me. Either way, I just wanted a healthy and happy baby. When I found out we were having a boy, my husband about jumped out of his seat. My first thought was,

‘What am I going to do with a boy?!’

I think that is totally normal for anyone who doesn’t have much experience with boys. I’ve never even babysat for baby boys before! But I seriously went into a little bit of a panic mode. I told my husband that I wasn’t ready for a boy. I came up with so many questions:

How do I dress a boy?
How do I change a boys’ diaper?
How am I going to potty train a boy?!

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And many more as I am sure you can imagine. But eventually, as I was buying things for him and for the nursery, I became more at ease and of course, excitement overwhelmed me. And now, having been a mom for the past year, I just love being a boy mom. And I wonder, what will it be like if I find out I am having a girl in a few weeks? We shall save those thoughts for a later date.

But I have compiled a small list of things I love about being a boy mom. I am SURE many of these things are fairly similar with little girls, but what do I know? I have a boy. 😉

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  1. I never have to put him in pink.

I know, you never HAVE to put a girl in pink or anything, that’s not what I am implying here. But I just love that at the baby shower, I didn’t receive a million pink things or have to return things because of the color. I made a point to tell people not to give us anything with that baby blue color. Bright blues, navy blue, dark blue….anything but baby blue. I am just not a fan. And I don’t like pink like that either. I am sure if I have a girl, I will change my mind. But for now, I am glad it’s blues and other things.

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2. There really isn’t much accessorizing.

I mean, if he wants to go ahead and wear fancy bows in his hair, that’s fine by me. But for the first year, I am pretty sure he doesn’t have much of a preference besides, “Get this thing off of my head.” And that goes for hats or anything else. But I don’t need to put anything on him. Hats sometimes are cool. I think some moms put bows or headbands on their little girls because people can’t tell if their baby is a boy or girl. Hey, some can’t it happens. We have gotten she occasional, “She’s so cute” but it never bothered me…except when he’s decked out in all blue in a shirt that says, “Dad’s little dude” or something like that. Come on. Maybe some moms actually like the bows and headbands! Again, I will have no idea until I have one for myself but for now, I will enjoy keeping it simple.

“Get this thing off my head.”

3. His clothes are simple.

Onesie or shirt. Pants. Shoes. Done. Okay, it’s not that different from girls but I guess it all comes down to preference! Some people put their girls in a dress and they’re good to go, so that could be simple enough. But then there’s leggings or tights and back to the hair bows. And I guess with boys you can add bowties and suspenders, but I can keep it super simple with Aston.

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4. I am the only girl he will ever love…for now.

I get to enjoy the fact that my little baby loves his Mommy so much. No other women in the world is going to love him like I do and he won’t look at anyone like he looks at his mommy! I feel pretty awesome when he comes running to me with open arms and a huge open mouth kiss. Yeah, we’re working on the whole kissy face thing.

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5. Cars, balls, trains, turtles, etc.

These are the kinds of toys he loves to play with. Again, no pink and nothing super fancy. I mean, at this stage he’s just throwing a lot of his toys around anyway but I love that we can play catch (more like fetch) together and he has a grand old time. And he loves playing outside. I was the kid that hated being outside and hated getting dirty…but this kid is adorable and loves playing in the dirt. And I really don’t mind it all that much! Put him in a diaper and no clothes and he’s good to go!

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6. I’m the only girl.

Hey, it sounds a little selfish but I really like the idea of being truly the only girl around. Like before, I mentioned that I am the only girl he loves right now…but I also like that I get to be the girly one. My husband and my son’s attention is on THIS pretty girl in the room! Ha! I don’t know how to explain it really, but it’s nice being the only one. Plus, when I am trying to get ready, I don’t have to share with anyone. Oh man, if I have a girl this time around, I can only imagine the teenage years! And if she’s anything like me, I am really in for it!

7. Their clothes really do have the cutest sayings on them.

Many of the shirts and onesies you find for a boy could work for a girl too. And yes, all the frill is great for a girl. But if you’re not into frill…and you see some dinosaur eating a cookie while drinking milk…that’s just super freaking cute! I love the Mama’s boy ones or the Dad’s little guy. I just love that stuff.

8. Diaper changes.

You can wipe up, down, side to side….doesn’t matter. No worries. As long as the poo is gone.

9. “Boys will be boys.”

You totally understand that saying when you become a mom. I mean, he’s only one but he does such silly things that I couldn’t see a little girl doing. Then again, we will just have to wait and see. But things like picking his nose and discovering his…ahem…penis. I can’t help but laugh when he does these things!! I probably shouldn’t laugh. He probably does it more because I laugh at him.

The bottom line really is: I love being a mom. And I love being pregnant with my next bundle of love. in about 2 weeks we find out what we are having and it’s going to be fantastic. And it doesn’t matter, boy or girl, I am sure I will have posts about how different it is to raise another baby. <3

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To The Mommy of a 1-Year Old

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Dear Mommy of a 1-Year Old,

You did it.

Didn’t think you’d make it this far with all of your hair still, huh? Well, you did and you are fantastic.

The first year of anything you do in life isn’t easy. And the first year is definitely a rough one. Then again, we have the rest of our lives with our children and I am sure there are many more years to go that could be just as trying as the first!

But hey, you did it. You ROCKED being a mommy.

You made it through those sleepless nights.
You learned not to wake a sleeping baby.
You figured out the difference between a hungry cry and a sleepy cry.
You have a new outlook on life.
You figured out that being a mom is hard work…
and it’s the best thing you’ve ever done with your life.
You realized that you don’t care about what others think about you…
– your clothes
– your hair
– your parenting style
You figured out that there are more things to think about and none of them are for you.
You figured out that you are much stronger than you know.

Many people told you what it was going to be like having a baby. They told you the pros and the cons and well, a lot of times they left out the really juicy stuff that you wish you had known. But you, you learned that every child is different and you did everything you could to make sure you kept your sanity and kept your bundle of joy safe and happy.

Moms talked to you about topics like (some more controversial than others):
Breastfeeding vs formula feeding
Circumcised or not
Cloth diapers vs disposable
Binky (paci/nook) vs not using one
Babywearing or stroller usage
vax, delayed, or nonvax
and so much more.

It’s all a mess sometimes but everyone parents differently. Everyone makes their own decisions based off of what they believe is right and what works for the family. And you did exactly that.

Good for you, mama! Keep doing what you’re doing.

And now your baby is 1 and it’s a huge step. Don’t worry about where they are.

If they’re walking now, great. If not, that’s great too. Some people want fast movers and some enjoy the immobility for as long as possible.
So, they’re not talking yet, it’s okay. They will, when they are ready.
That first birthday party? It doesn’t have to be extravagant. You don’t have to stress about the theme, the decorations, or who is coming. You can if you want, but your child will not remember it. It’s all for you guys anyway. And a little thing I must add: Really, don’t worry about who is invited.

We had a huge issue with people getting upset with us for not inviting them to our son’s first birthday party. Grown adults whining about not coming to a 1 year old’s party. The thing is, last minute, we decided to have the party at home. Our home is tiny and there wasn’t tons of room for children and tons of adults and we didn’t have the funds to buy enough for so many people! And believe it or not, these were people that hadn’t talked to us in MONTHS. So, we decided to go with the people who our son would recognize and know the most and feel comfortable with. That was that. Don’t stress about it and don’t let people treat you terribly because of the decision you made.

You have now experienced what everyone told you when they said, “Enjoy it now. They grow up so fast.”
That year really did go by fast, didn’t it?

Don’t be sad. Believe me, I was. But I didn’t need to be. My child is growing and it’s what we, as mothers, do. We get sad but we are happy for them. And we get ready for the next stage in their life. Be prepared for the obstacles that may come:

First year molars
First words and steps
Tempter tantrums
Terrible Twos

I haven’t experienced much yet, but that’s just what we’ve gotten so far.

Just remember: You are one amazing mom. You’re a rockstar. You are the best mom for your little baby. And as they grow and change, so do you.

Love,
The Mommy of a 1-Year Old

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The End of the First Trimester

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The first part of a series of documenting my second pregnancy.

I didn’t do much documenting with my first pregnancy with my son. I didn’t really know what to write about and I was in this weird stage of trying to figure out what kind of blog I wanted to have…but that doesn’t matter. I have a blog as an outlet. To talk about my feelings and how my life is and to just have somewhere to dump all of my emotions so that I don’t scream at the next person who speaks to me. So, I will just write about my pregnancy, here.

Unfortunately, I didn’t write anything about this pregnancy until literally the END of the first trimester, but we weren’t really telling anyone about it yet. Most people don’t want to tell anyone in the first trimester that they are pregnant (especially if they had already experienced a miscarriage) because miscarriages are quite common in the beginning. So common, that almost 20% of pregnancies end in miscarriage, with the majority occurring during the first 12 weeks. There is a 75% chance of miscarriage in weeks 1-2 of pregnancy, when you do not know you are pregnant. There is a 10% chance of miscarriage in weeks 3-6 and this number drops to 5% during weeks 6-12. That’s kind of a big deal. Anyone can see why most families tend to share the news AFTER the ultrasound.

Okay, I lied.

So, that’s what we did. We did it with Aston and we decided to wait for this one too. I was so happy to see that everything was okay and our little peanut was moving around in there. Arm buds and all. 😛 I found out I was pregnant when I was maybe…about 4 weeks along. Seriously, we experienced a loss in January and the next month, I was pregnant again. I was keeping track and told my husband that I wouldn’t take a pregnancy test again so soon. Okay, I lied. We had been trying for another baby and I was too excited when I didn’t get my period! And, it was positive. WOO HOO!

Went into medical the following Monday to be sure and yes, another positive test. HCG levels were pretty high and I was on cloud nine. But, we didn’t want to say anything to anyone.

6 LONG weeks later, we were finally able to get an ultrasound done and we announced the big news!

Related: And Then There Were Four…

The first few weeks after finding out I was pregnant was a bit rough. And what I mean by few I mean like…the past 8 weeks. I never got sick with Aston. No morning sickness. I believe I had about 2 days of nausea and it literally felt like it was just the flu, not a human being growing inside of me. But this time is slightly different. I am still nursing Aston in the evenings and weekends, basically whenever I am home with him. So, there’s the nursing and then there’s the normal fatigue that comes with pregnancy. The first trimester just blows when it comes to energy levels.

I come home every night and pretty much just pass out with Aston. Play with Aston a little bit when we get home then it’s time for him to take a nap so I nurse him and I either watch TV or pass out with him. And when I try to get up to do anything, he flips out. Apparently, it’s his time to be with mama. That’s fine. I like to get my snuggles in when I can.

Nope. You did it once this week. Don’t you dare try again.

But working out, yeah. I didn’t work out at first because I was afraid to. I know very well that working out doesn’t cause miscarriages. But when you start bleeding WHILE you are at the gym, you kind of worry a little bit and this time I just stopped. Probably a stupid idea, but I was all in my head and I just didn’t want to risk it. So, I didn’t. I did try to start working out again and I would do one day but then my body was like, “Nope. You did it once this week. Don’t you dare try again.” And I would just be in pain for a few days and I would get sick. I was just done. So, the first trimester has been difficult for me. Not the regular difficult like most moms go through but…finding the time and energy while working full time, having a 14 month old at home, and growing another baby is hard! Anyone who says it’s easy is lying to you. No joke. But, you can make it through. That’s what I am finally starting to do.

And eating well? Forget that. For the first few weeks, anytime I even looked at a vegetable, I wanted to vomit. That is clearly not healthy and not like me at all. This baby is definitely a different one than his or her big brother. But I am working on it. Trying not to give into the cravings is really hard but I cannot let myself gain over 60 pounds again like I did with Aston. It’s not fun. It’s really hard to get everything you worked so hard for back! Trust me.

I’m not even fully at the end of this trimester but I am almost there. The first trimester seems to just fly by. Before I know it, I will be in the third trimester and then having my baby and into the fourth trimester I go! Oh man…that’s scary all on it’s own!

 

(Written 2 weeks prior to publishing)

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LEAD BY EXAMPLE

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“LEAD BY EXAMPLE.”

That’s something I’ve been brought up with my entire life. My dad used to say that to me all the time when I was playing basketball, on the track team, and on student council as a teen.

I carried that quote into my young adult life and now into motherhood. It’s so true. In order to lead others…you have to do it by example.

Be an example to others on how to be healthy and fit. Be an example on how a business should be run. Be an example of what a true leader looks like in the workplace. Be an example of how a wife/mother/husband/brother/sister/daughter/son should be in relation to others. Be an example of a good friend. The list goes on and on.

But in this instance, as a mother…I need to lead my children by example. Not just by how they should grow up to be, but lead them in faith and in love. And lead them down the right path to being healthy, strong, and successful.

I want my son to know I did everything I could to stay healthy for him and for myself so I can stay on this earth long enough to see him grow. And although this was a serious kind of post, the video is just so dang cute!

You never know who is watching and you never know who you’re influencing by the choices you make.

He loves Shakeology® too, apparently!!! I guess we are doing something right!

**By the way, I have no idea why a random photo of me popped up at the end. lol

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Family Workouts Pt 1

Who says you can’t workout with your baby? 😛

Don’t mind my horrible voice. I was still learning how to use the apps on my phone while creating better videos that I didn’t realize how to overwrite my voice. The other videos I have made since this one are much better. 😉

My husband and I love to workout together. And let’s be honest, being a parent means that sometimes, you don’t get the time you want to do things. Okay, a lot of the times. So, to solve that problem, we just decided to do things with our son instead of missing our workout time or one of us cutting our time short because we had to take turns watching him. Here’s one of the things we came up with.

Working on our core. 😉

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How I Got Healthy and Saved Us Money

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Alright, for real. I know a lot of people will sit there and tell you that eating right and eating healthy costs so much money. Actually, many of you have probably seen this photo before:

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Or you have seen some sort of variation of the photo. But let’s be honest. If you’re going to go to McDonald’s, is your goal to really eat something nutritious and good for you? Chances are, you’re probably craving that delicious cheeseburger and their “crack” fries as I like to call them.

When I was pregnant, I craved red meat and potatoes….EVERY SINGLE DAY. It was horrible. I wanted to eat McDonald’s, Wendy’s, Burger King…you name it, I wanted it. Prior to being pregnant, I exercised regularly and ate healthy as well. But there were issues during my pregnancy that held me back a little bit from pushing myself as hard as I usually did. So, I slacked. I ate junk and I enjoyed it.

But after I had my son, it was no longer enjoyable for me to be eating the way that I did. It was disgusting to me. I disgusted myself because I knew what I was doing to my body. In April, 2015 I decided that I no longer wanted to eat from these franchise fast food chains anymore and I didn’t want to subject my health and the health of my baby to the “crap” that as in these foods.

I kept track of a few of my grocery bills from the past few months and noticed a trend. The further into my pregnancy I got, the more we spent on groceries. Of course, I was probably eating more because I was growing a human in my body but I also wasn’t eating healthy. So, to feed a family of two, in the months of October, November, and December, we totaled about $1,250 in groceries. That doesn’t include all of the times we went out to eat which was about 3 times a week to fast food places and at least once or twice on the weekends at other restaurants. I’d say we totaled about another $150 A WEEK in crap food. $150 a week for 3 months? $1,800. Whoah. Alright, that’s a little disgusting. I never realized we spent that much! That brings us to a grand total of $3,050 in just 3 months! I could’ve put a lot of that money towards my car payment!

Anyway, let’s stay on track here. I bet many of you think that’s ridiculous. It really is. The REALLY sad thing about this is that most of that food that we had purchased in just those 3 months were unhealthy and processed foods. Not only that, I’m willing to bet we didn’t eat most of it and wasted it by throwing away what went bad. Or we just didn’t want to eat leftovers because we had so much junk.

I finally had enough. Enough of the extra calories I didn’t need, enough with being unhealthy, and enough with the overspending and constant waste. It wasn’t good for our bodies and it wasn’t good on my wallet either. I had my baby in February and I couldn’t workout for a few weeks until my doctor gave me the “okay.” Even once I had the permission to work out, I still had to be careful as not to injure myself or put too much stress on my body since I was still healing.

Lucky for me, the only thing that I was really staying with to keep me healthy during my pregnancy was Shakeology. Yes, that superfood, nutrient-dense shake that you hear myself and countless others talk about. It’s really an amazing drink. Anyway, I made a decision to stop eating fast food, stop eating junk, and I made a commitment to drinking Shakeology everyday. I made little changes here and there when it came to my diet. I didn’t do anything drastic but I made a conscious effort to put good things into my body. At 7 weeks post partum and to 10 weeks post partum, just those little changes made a HUGE difference.

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I kid you not. I didn’t exercise. Maybe a couple walks here and there. Trust me, I wanted to work out so badly but I had to be careful.

Those little changes that I did not only for my body and my health, were also a huge change for our wallets.

Once we started changing our eating habits, our lives were just transformed. The reason we were able to save money was because we were more conscious about what we were eating. We stopped eating fast food. That cut out that $1800 that I talked to you about earlier. What are we left with? A $1250 bill for 3 months…so let’s say that we had a $400 bill each month between my husband and I. Well, we already have the basics. We have the tools we need to cool and all of the spices. Let’s face it, spices are expensive. It takes a long time to build that collection up! But as we started meal prepping and planning out the meals we were going to eat and ate more of the fresh fruits and veggies we could get, we started seeing that our bank account wasn’t going away as quickly.

We also noticed that if we are buying meat, that’s when the bill goes up. We stock up on meat when it’s on sale and put it in our deep freezer. We usually buy meat only once or twice a month (if we need to) and stash it away. But most of our bills are all produce and eggs. We rarely get bread or dairy. Our bill went from about $400 (or more) a month to less than $300 a month. Take our totally from the 3 months while I was pregnant ($3050) and to 3 months now, it’s about $1200…total. We barely go out to eat at restaurants and if we do, it’s not at an overly priced heart attack shop. That’s a savings of $1850! That money can then be put away in our savings or for other fun things we would like to do as a family. But one of the things that we like to use that money on, is our Shakeology.

Shakeology is a superfood, nutrient-dense shake that is made to give you everything the body needs in one daily dose. And it’s delicious. If you want to learn more about Shakeology, you can click here. This shake has given us a lot of health benefits and helped us with increased energy and helps me with weight loss. Remember up above when I talked about my weight loss? This is what I used.

So, many people say that those health shakes are expensive. Really, when it comes to your health…it’s not. Here’s an example of what I get when I drink Shakeology and what I get when I eat my favorite pregnancy meal and Starbucks drink…

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But Shakeology is SO expensive. Right? Wrong. It’s not that expensive when you put things into perspective. If I drink a Shake for $4.00 a day, (120.00 per month) our bill is STILL so much lower than it was before. Plus, as a coach, I receive a discount on my Shakeology as well.

Sometimes, you just need to put things into perspective and see what is important to you. Health, fitness, and my family are incredibly important to me. I put all of that at risk when I decided that it wasn’t imperative for me to be the healthiest me possible. If you have kids and a family, you know where I am coming from. If you are sitting there thinking about how you can make yourself the healthiest and happiest version of you, then this is one step how.

I am more than happy to go over more of this with anyone willing to learn. I love helping people and I love seeing people reach their goals. Nothing is impossible. And this is the proof of it. 😉

If you have any interest in learning more about Shakeology, accountability groups, or anything related to what I talked about, please feel free to fill out this form and I will contact you as soon as possible! Thank you for stopping by and taking the time to read my post. <3

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Being Mommy

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It’s crazy to think that less than two weeks ago, I had my son. My perfect, marvelous, wonderful, goofy son.

So many things in my life have changed. It’s not just that I became a mom, but everything that goes with it. The good, the bad, and the wonderful.

1. I no longer have a name. I mean, I do have a name. But it’s “Mommy” now. My husband and I call each other mommy and daddy especially when we are talking to our son. It just makes sense, I guess and maybe it will help him with his first words. We even started calling each other Mommy and Daddy when we were talking to our puppy, Violet. I guess in a way, we were practicing for when our son was here.

2. He spends A LOT of time hanging with “the gals.” Breastfeeding. Anyone that has done this, knows what I am talking about here. Lately, I’ve just felt like a walking boob. Literally. Daddy gets him while he’s awake and kind of plays around with him and gets to enjoy the silly faces a baby makes. I get the “I’m super hangry right now and I’m going to make it difficult for you to even feed me, even though I know I want to eat.” Yeah. It happens every night. I’m having a boxing match with my son to try to get him to nurse. Every. Single. Time.

3. You can do anything with one hand. I’m not kidding. I have had my son for less than two weeks and I am getting the hang of doing things with him tucked into one arm. I can’t imagine how well I am going to do when I have a few months under my belt! And when I say you can do anything with one hand, I mean it! I am currently typing this entire post, on my cell phone, with my non-dominate hand, while nursing my son…in the middle of the night. I never used one hand when I typed on my iPhone6. I was more of a two-handed texter. Now, I use one hand all the time. lol.

4. What is makeup? Is that a hairdryer?! Seriously. Ya’ll have seen my posts about makeup and I usually have a fairly done up face and my hair is always straightened. The first week after bringing my son home, my husband had to go back to work for the week. He didn’t take his 10 days of paternity leave until this past week. They needed him at work, so he was there. But I needed him here…oh well. It’s the way the cards were dealt. But in the first week, I don’t think I ran a brush through my hair, not even once. I didn’t do much of anything with it and I didn’t do my makeup either. I have short hair so my options on hairstyles were a little slim. I can’t just throw my hair into a ponytail. Trust me, I want to. And as for makeup? That all stays upstairs in the bathroom and won’t be used. haha. Well, I got to use some this week with all the appointments we had to go to and the hubby was home to take care of the little man. Here’s an example of my “I’m a new Mommy, don’t judge me” look.

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5. Any feelings of privacy go out the window. I went into the hospital knowing that I wanted to be pretty private and covered up when visitors came by. Put a blanket over me while trying to nurse and try not to flash anyone when my gown flew open when I got out of bed. Well…that doesn’t really matter much after you have a baby. I mean, I was spread eagle with about 10 other people in the room and pushed out a human being through a small hole. I’m pretty sure that anyone that comes to visit me will understand it all. Now, I just whip the thing out and feed my kid. That’s what I’m supposed to do. Plus, I’m in my own home. So don’t mind me in my thin layered tank top with breast pads stuck to them, rather large sweat pants to cover the panty lines (they’re super comfy too), and the fact that I may walk around with my top underneath my boobs every now and then to air those babies out. Haha. I probably look like a hot mess.

Well, I have decided to leave it to these 5 points. I still can’t believe I am someone’s mommy. And it’s a wonderful blessing. I’m excited to see what’s up ahead for all of us in the future. 😍

Any other new moms out there?! Please share the things you’ve noticed about becoming a Mommy!!

Until next time,
Abigail

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What Happened To HeyDarlingLove?

I know, it’s been a MINUTE since I’ve been on here!

No, I haven’t fallen off the blogging train just yet…but here’s what actually happened!

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We had our baby! He made his appearance early on Saturday morning and was quite the surprise! Why? He was cookin’ for 37 weeks. Born 20 days early and also came out SUPER FAST. I’ll save that birth story for another time…it’s super interesting as well!

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All of us are adjusting to life with a newborn. Even our pup, Violet is trying to figure out what’s going on. Some parts have been rough, some heartache, and a lot of amazing-ness. He’s the cutest little thing I have ever seen, and I carried him for 9 months…well, 37 weeks. Lol.

There will be more updates to come. I just gotta find the time, like the fact that I started this post at 1:30am while nursing my son and finished it at 5:30am when I went to pump a little bit. Hey, it works. 😜

Until the next time,
Abigail ❤️

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Cuckoo for Christmas Cookies

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Alright, so I’m a little late on the Christmas posts but I still wanted to share the adventures the hubs and I had over the holidays!

Yes, I have been MIA but for a good reason! We spent an entire day (almost 11 hours) baking cookies. We also continued to bake and decorate cookies for a few hours the following night.

It was our first Christmas together and since I am all about us building some new traditions, hubby felt that he should just go along with what I wanted. Plus, with a baby on the way, he was figured it made sense to have our own traditions.

Cookies is a new tradition. We baked HUNDREDS of cookies. I am not joking. Between the two of us we made the following:

Chocolate Chip Cookies
Chocolate Chip with Almond cookies
Sugar Cookies (Typical Christmas cookies) with Cream Cheese Frosting
Christmas Funfetti Cake cookies
Red Velevet Cake cookies with White Chocolate Chips
Chocolate and Butterscotch Chip cookies
Chocolate Chip and Heath Toffee bit cookies
No-Bake cornflake drops
No-Bake Chocolate-Peanut Butter-Oatmeal cookies
Almond Cookies- My Grandmother’s Recipe
Puppy chow with pretzels and peanut and regular M&M’s

I wasn’t kidding when I said we spent HOURS baking.

Doesn’t it make you hungry all over again? I have been eating cookies every day since we have made them. We also gave them out as gifts. Apparently, we don’t know enough people because there are still a lot of cookies. Hopefully we can get rid of these scrumptuous delights soon! Otherwise…my baby might turn into a cookie!

Anyway, this is a super short post but I thought it would be fun to make all of you hungry. 🙂 Enjoy!
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