World Cup Fever

…is real over here! Q believes in indoctrinating the girls with soccer early on in their rearing.  And, as you can tell, Q already has his game face on… This is the face I imagine when I envision our girls bringing home potential mates… Good luck boys because this man loves to lift weights, but he LOVES his girls MORE!


I think she’s pretty. And she’s SO intent on the game. And with that hair, she fits right in!


I love her. If she could have, she would have been biting her nails when the  Chile and Brazil game came to PK’s!!!


I started an account on MyFitnessPal. Holey Moley! Um, surprise, I’m eating too much! Gaining control of portions will definitely lead to successful weight loss. Pregnancy is not my friend and I was sick every day, after every meal, so I got used to eating whatever I wanted, whenever I wanted. (This happened with Sooner as well.) Bad news – once you stop throwing up all the calories you consume suddenly count. The good news is that I stopped getting sick.

Now that the dust has settled on this tiny person joining our family, it is time to find my new normal.

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Random Edition: 701: Topic “Frozen”

It. Is. Monday. And I feel like this.


*And I should be folding laundry.

* I’m a Mom of littles, which means I don’t go to the bathroom by myself. Ever. I don’t even try anymore. Gooner  (Elsa) doesn’t care, she’s almost 5 and potty is just gross. Sooner (Anna) freaks out if she’s not near me every second of every day. Cue, “do you want to build a snowman?” Any time a door is closed you will hear three raps followed by the snowman song. I am a day away from 37 weeks pregnant…I am in the bathroom a LOT. My favorite part of the song is, “ok, bye.”

*Today on this lovely Monday Gooner decided NOT to respond to her name. She is Elsa. And she’s stamping her feet NOT out of defiance, but to turn the wood floor into ice. It had NOTHING to do with the hitting of the sister and being told to stop and put her laundry away.

*Gooner has had a braid for 4 weeks straight. I would like to thank Disney for choosing such an easy hair-do.

*”Why does Hans want Elsa AND Anna to die? What is death?” Once again, thanks Disney.

*We had a play date last week and the 5 year old boy told Gooner she had a china. That boys don’t have them. Gooner just shook her head at me, lifted up my plate from the dishwasher and told me, “Mooooom, THIS is China!” Dodged that bullet….for now. So happy Monday!


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Nutrition – It Frustrates Me

I want to eat healthy. I want to cook healthy foods for my family. I want to lose the baby weight in a healthy manner.

I feel like I am lacking in knowledge. I am so confused over low carb, high protein, macro nutrients, calorie counting, 80%/20%, paleo, gluten free… The list goes on and on and on.

To be honest, I don’t even understand it all!


I just don’t.

I’m ready to have this baby so that we can do MORE hiking.


Snow hiking is fabulous, BUT not when you are 36 weeks. Uncoordinated. And waiting to fall at every turn. All while holding the hand of an unsteady 2 year old…


And then after baby comes out, preferably before, I have to figure out this 80/20 thing. Time to give it a whirl.

And we can go back to hiking. Hiking where I can see my feet.




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Let the Love Inside You Show!


So, we don’t know the gender of this baby. We have our suspicions since we make girls.  If it is a girl we will be thrilled. If it is a girl we have all the clothing already. If it is a girl we already have a name and SISTERS, and a continuation of my girls. Other people ask if we will keep trying for a boy, as if THAT is why we decided to have this baby in the first place. As if you have to have both to be happy or complete or…be a real mother. GASP. Yup, I’ve had this said to me.

Stereotype based on Mommy’s I’ve met at the park, play dates, church and LIFE… If you only have boys you are a Mom of boys. If you only have girls you are a Mom waiting to have a boy. This is how I feel and I feel annoyed.

Stranger at Target yesterday. “You don’t know the gender? I hope it is a boy. If it is a girl, at least healthy!”

Old Lady. “It is probably a girl. That is probably for the best since girls are easier than boys.”

Friend. “I hope you have a boy so that you understand parenting.”

I could do a whole post devoted to ridiculous quotes by well meaning people. But, rest assured I am a good Mom to two beautiful tutu wearing,


soccer playing…







Team Pink or Team Blue this baby will fit into OUR lives. If YOU disagree on the gender God has given us, you should probably save yourself and stop talking.


Dear Baby,

This family loves you so much and can’t wait to meet you.


Mommy, Daddy and Your Big Sisters!


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Better Left Unsaid

It’s true right? Some things are better left unsaid. Some things aren’t…like “Hey friend, you’ve got broccoli in your teeth.” But some things, some times your opinion, should be kept YOUR own. Today I met up with a friend that I hadn’t seen in a long time.

I’m 34 weeks pregnant. I’m at that awkwardly huge stage. The trimester where everyone stares at you, afraid you are going to deliver and possibly that you won’t. How much ‘huger’ can this lady possibly get? The stage where the only shirts that kinda fit all contain horizontal stripes. Nothing fits right. And you are literally sharing yourself with a 5 pound person. A stage where your girls fall and run to you for comfort only to bounce against your stomach and fall AGAIN….with everyone staring. The stage of never wanting to go anywhere in case your water breaks or someone asks you “how much time left?” At the same time you can’t stay home because cleaning your house and entertaining your children is too exhausting.

It is also an emotional time. You weigh more than ever before and nothing fits. You can’t dress for your husband because you BOTH hate almost everything pregnancy related. Let’s be honest, you only have 3 shirts that fit you now!

And then you doubt yourself. Will I be able to deliver again? Will the weight ever come off?

So the last thing you need is your friend to tell you what size she thinks you are and it is 6, count that SIX sizes larger than you actually are. Honestly, I was crushed. CRUSHED. Perhaps mortified. Is this how BIG people actually see me? I felt like beginning marathon training while simultaneiously devouring Reeses peanut butter eggs. Here I am carrying a tiny human and you’re calling me fat. My face must have mirrored my heart because she quickly followed up that she’d only chosen THAT size because of my huge belly. Hmmmmmmmm, you are only making it worse honey. So stop.

Some things are better left unsaid.

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The Birth Story: Part III

So at 5 PM we resumed our walks and I began having – what I would call cramps. The nurse said that I was in full active labor, BUT I called them mere cramps. I wouldn’t even call them painful; they were just uncomfortable. And then they started becoming more intense. The kind where we had to pause and grab the railing. I was so thankful for Q. They were coming every minute and a half and becoming intense. So we decided to walk back to our room.

Clearly I was in labor and didn’t need Pitocin. PRAISE THE LORD. I did not want it. Our midwife came to our room at 7:30 PM and gave us some suggestions to help Sooner drop even lower and to intensify the contractions. Um, they worked. I was at a 6 cm and she would check back later…only things got VERY painful. I could hardly get through one contraction before another came. Knowing that I had hours left most likely, I fell onto Q BAWLING. We had discussed earlier in the pregnancy how I would cope with the pain when it finally hit. I’d read books on hypno-birthing, the bradley method, and lalala. I KNEW envisioning waves and an ocean wasn’t going to work and going to my “happy place” wasn’t going to work either. I’d tried that with Gooner and it didn’t work. THIS time I wasn’t going to try to imagine my pain away; I was going to embrace it, breathe through it, and allow any emotions I had OUT.

Insert Running: Labor and childbirth isn’t like running the biggest marathon of your life but THIS time there WERE similarities. In every long/difficult run there comes a point when you feel like you just don’t have anything left. Your legs feel like lead tree trunks, your lungs are on fire and you KNOW you just HAVE to stop. BUT, then you find some inner strength…from somewhere. This new energy fills you up and you realize you have both the will and the strength to finish your miles…or in this case, labor.

For me emotionally, I wanted to cry. NOT because it hurt so bad, but because I just had to cry.The nurse came in and offered the epidural because I looked like I was in so much pain. By 8:15 PM I was breathing SUPER hard to get through the contractions. It was intense. I felt like I was giving birth to an alien.  It was VERY VERY intense. The nurse came in to check the baby’s heart rate and said my contractions were on top of each other and I was in the ‘transition period’. She asked to check me.  I didn’t want her to because I wanted Q to help me to the bathroom to go “poop.” With Gooner I had the epidural and definitely felt the need to push but NOT poop. I didn’t realize that this time around that feeling to go “poop” was really an indicator that I was ready to push out my baby.

The nurse checked me and I was complete. I had gone from 6 cm to 10 cm in an hour and I was ready to give birth. Since it was so quick, and no one expected it, Absolutely NOTHING was ready. The midwife rushed in calling for gloves, saying “any gloves will do!”

Delivering with a midwife was totally different. There were no bright lights. No stirrups. No hold it and push while counting to ten. My midwife sat with me on the bed and gave me encouragement and advice. She couldn’t believe how fast I went. She told me, at my appointment, that it would be a quick delivery and most likely take a mere hour. However, since our day had been so slow moving she was shocked. It took me only two pushes and out came her head. The midwife then had me pause when Sooner’s shoulders were visible and with one more push OUT she came.

No tearing. No stitches. No epidural. PURE bliss. It was amazing. No catheter. No soupy legs. No clouded head. The cord was around Sooner’s neck and my placenta had indeed run out of water.  Also my placenta begun to calcify. (I’m blaming it on you girls who filled my head with 90 year old women with calcified dead babies.) Anyway, no one knew Sooner’s predicament, BUT if we had waited until 42 weeks is was likely that we would have lost her. Which I have to be honest, pretty much freaks me out. I love her so much and I totally can’t imagine life without her.

Honestly, I LOVED natural childbirth and will do it again. I feared labor SO MUCH after my last experience. I figured if I couldn’t get through natural childbirth we were  done having children. I did NOT want to go through that again and I didn’t. Going from 6 cm to 10 cm in one hour was incredibly quick and painful, but when it was over it was delightful. Recovery has been amazing! I did not have a bunch of water weight to lose and I already lost over 20 pounds in two weeks (it pays off to workout throughout the whole pregnancy – especially on those days I had to drag my body to do it – and not eat for two)! Whereas with Gooner I was so pumped with IV fluid and drugs that I came home heavier than when I left for the hospital. I fainted from who knows what, and it took forever to feel normal. This time I felt normal as soon as she was out! And I walked to the bathroom within minutes of delivering the placenta. Actually, I never delivered the placenta, the midwife had to gouge it out which was QUITE painful. And then she showed it to us, including the calcified part.

All babies are miracles, but Sooner’s condition was VERY serious. It is likely she would not have made it to week 42. Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh. She’s such a sweet little miracle and we all love her VERY much.

And then we took our winter baby home.

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The Birth Story: Part II

Sooner had a steady heart beat – BUT not willing to take chances – I agreed to my midwife popping my bag of waters. I also denied the dreaded Pitocin, hoping that popping my bag would start things going! UNLESS Sooner was in distress I DID NOT WANT IT. I knew that if I got Pitocin I would get the epidural and I REALLY wanted to try delivering Sooner naturally. I’d heard/read it was one of the BEST feelings in the world. They were right. And pitocin FEELS terrible. It is the saliva of satan.

5 AM arrived on Wednesday and EVERYONE was up. Clarissa had arrived the night before since we had to be up so early in the morning. It was AMAZING to have her help in the morning since Gooner was so sick. I’d had contractions all night and felt tired. Gooner woke up hacking with a terrible cough and did NOT want her Mommy and Daddy to leave. But leave we did. It was so hard to leave my sick daughter. I wanted to stay because Gooner needed me. But I knew that Sooner needed me too. I felt like this was my FIRST experience as a mother of two, of feeling divided. They BOTH needed me. And Clarissa saved the day by taking care of Gooner and loving on her when we couldn’t.

The hospital room was what you would expect it to be, only we had a tub for natural birth…that we never used. Sorry, I guess I won’t be around to convince you all that water birth is the only way to go. ANYWAY, they gave me my strep B +antibiotics and we had eight hours, I repeat, EIGHT hours to kill until the midwife came in to pop my waters.

Q and I enjoyed our day together at the hospital. This is our only “waiting around” photo!

Without Gooner around we had ample time to talk.  It felt like an eight hour long date. I was in my normal clothing and was no longer attached to an IV Pole. We were to meet our daughter relatively soon and dined on super yummy hospital food. They had white chocolate cranberry cookies to DIE for. The meals were huge so even though Q didn’t receive meals – since he wasn’t a patient – we shared mine. It was during our 1 pm date that the midwife arrived and told us it was time.

I felt nervous, scared, and excited all at the same time. It must have showed because Q told me to calm down. The midwife tore my bag in TWO places… but NOTHING happened. No dripping water and no big gush like I was supposed to have. Contractions started though because my girl parts had been messed with. Two hours later my midwife came back and I was at a six. She tried to pull my bag AGAIN…to no avail. I’d been leaking fluid for weeks and poor Sooner has just run out. Scary.

Plan B: The midwife wanted to have the baby by 9 PM and encouraged Pitocin. At this point we had a little time. At this point it was just a suggestion.

By now it was 5 PM and THANKFULLY our SUPER annoying nurse left. This gal wanted to talk politics as folks ALWAYS do when they find out about Q’s job BUT really? We weren’t in the mood to talk politics. Q had mentally checked out from politics since he officially started paternity leave. Plus he was tending to my needs since I was attached to a fetal monitor every few hours to make sure Sooner was ok. And what did Big D Nurse want to talk about? HEALTH CARE! Of course!!! For the love. SHE left and, thanks be to God, we got an awesome nurse for the evening. She was sweet, attentive, respectful of our need to be alone and helpful in helping me attain my goal of natural childbirth. Apparently lots of women SAY they want to go natural and when the pain becomes intense and unbearable, they immediately recant their confession and beg for an epidural. The other nurses thought I was going to be one of “those” patients so they kept on giving us that “look” every time we went out on a walk. Not rude, but just KNOWING, because childbirth HURTS!

We still had a lot of work to do before this:

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The Birth Story: Part I

On Monday, February 6th I decided to go for a jog. I was 41 weeks pregnant and had worked out my entire pregnancy. I figured BEST case scenario I would pop my bag of waters. Worst case? I  would have a sore back and become tired. CLEARLY I did NOT break my water and only succeeded in feeling ridiculous. I was totally done with this pregnancy. I was tired of hearing friends and neighbors to ENJOY this last little bit of ME time. I was also tired of hearing, “You are STILL pregnant? Weren’t you due WEEKS ago?”

I would like to add that pregnant women should NEVER wear horizontal stripes. But being the pregnant woman that you are, your choices are limited and you are stuck between WHICH horizontal stripes would look better on you…or less fat.

Tuesday, February 7th arrived and I was still pregnant. I was not surprised; I’d decided that the baby NEVER wanted to evacuate the premises and I was almost right. 41 weeks + 1 day pregnant and the midwife deemed me READY, but I’d been ready physically for weeks, so what was new? I was 5 cm dilated and the baby was low. There was some concern…I’d lost 3 pounds that week and Baby Sooner was STILL measuring small, as she had been since Week 35. It seemed that my placenta had quit doing its job and it was time to talk induction. My midwife KNEW how I felt about induction, but also that I wanted a healthy baby. She beat around the bush about a non-stress test and hemmed and hawed until I busted out, “Are you telling me I could give birth to a dead baby?” (I’m more of a BLUNT person…) The midwife replied, “Well, yes, a possible still birth. This needs to happen today or tomorrow. Call your husband.”I was bleeding as well and baby needed out. Clearly she needed help in the evacuation process. I’d had irregular contractions for weeks and it was just causing me to dilate and become excessively tired. It honestly felt weird walking around five cm with Sooner’s head fully engaged in my pelvis. It was a total mystery why baby wasn’t coming OUT!

So I called Q. And my Mom. And Clarissa, who instantly came over to take care of Gooner for us while we “went and got baby sister.”

More to follow…

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Update #5: Welcoming

Little Miss Sooner, and Most Definitely LATER, arrived on February 8th at 8:32 p.m.

She was delivered naturally (without pitocin, epidural, or drugs) and she came out quickly!

Isn’t she cute?

Thanks for all your prayers.

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Update #4: Where Art Thou Sooner?

On her way! Labour in progress.

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