Summer and pregnant don’t go well together. The summer heat has a tendency to blow pregnant women right up and attach water to every toe and finger. Attractive. This is my second pregnancy, where I’m quite big by the time August hits. It’s hot, and I’m stuck waddling around with a big belly, wishing I was lounging with a mohito. I do have some tricks I’ve found that work for me to minimize swelling, so my feet and hands don’t scare my kids. I’ve never seen a list out there with these specific tips, so I’m hoping it’s some new information pregnant mamas can try. Number one is mentioned in most lists, but i take it up a notch. Swelling is very common, and a lot of it depends on your genetics, but these really helped me! And I know because this is my third time around the block. If…
I wrote about Benjamin’s  birth story, detailing the trauma and full experience  in the hospital. I was also in the hospital  with Jack, but his birth was so different!! Almost night and day, which makes me nervous  for this one to come. Seriously, each birth is a wild card, and I have no expectations  for the one coming. I think overall, Jack’s  birth was  a better experience. Pregnant the second time around, I was hoping Jack would arrive early. I felt more braxton hicks and noticed more twinges  this pregnancy, which made me think he might come early. He was also measuring bigger than Benjamin by a couple pounds, so I wanted him out sooner! As my due date was just a couple days away, I remember walking through costco, samples in hand, and feeling some sharper cramps. They were interrupting my snack-fest, and lasted the whole shopping trip, but…
There was a day when I would play Thomas the Train, orchestrate a major Dinosaur hunt, and race cars all over the house. I would narrate detailed stories and games, bringing my boys (mostly the oldest) into extravagant, make-believe worlds. Until it had to stop. I didn’t realize the amount of dependence/need I was promoting. I decided to stop playing with them when it hit me that I was cultivating an environment where their imagination needed my imagination, and I was tired. I’m so happy I transitioned out of lead-player and into the narrator, but it was a bit difficult. I felt so guilty saying no, then watching Benjamin struggle to know what to do with himself and his toys. The real ticker for me was knowing how much joy he got from our playtime together. He was so happy. Don’t forget to pin this! But, the reality is my…
I love a good birth story. As I draw closer to 38 weeks, I am obsessed with  reading and hearing birth stories. For some reason, I find each birth story so unique, empowering and magical. No matter what the method – I am a birth story fan. I appreciate C-sections, natural, hospital, un-assisted etc. They are all beautiful and God’s plan for your baby to arrive. I’m also reminiscing quite a bit on Benjamin’s birth, my first baby, which was actually fairly traumatic. It involved an arrogant anesthesiologist, me screaming bloody murder for hours (back labor), Benjamin losing his heart beat, and a time-stopping moment with no one breathing. Quite a scene. It started the evening, around 6:00 pm of Jan. 28th, 2013.  I was exactly 41-big-belly weeks. I was sooooo happy my water broke! YES! He’s coming, FINALLY!!! My mom and youngest sister arrived to our house with in a…
October 1st and fall is sure here in Washington. Grey skies, rain, puddles, light wind and little breaks of sun to warm you back up. We naturally start getting nestled back into our indoor activities, which can easily feel suffocating and claustrophobic after being out of the house so much all summer. The days will start feeling longer and darker, and boy do we have a lot more “oh my gosh whats wrong now?!!” Moments. I actually don’t like the fall and winter much at all. Little boys inside for long periods of time is quite crazy-making. But, there’s a few ways I’ve found to find some rays of sunshine in the irritatingly, long days. I find joy by falling in love with my family. I purposefully take a moment to look at who these little people really are. It’s so easy to continue the path of everyday nothingness. What…
Benjamin was just 19 months old when Jack was born. He wasn’t even a year old when I became pregnant with Jack. I was totally nauseous and exhausted on his first birthday, and he was barely weaned! Now, I’m weeks away from adding another infant to my toddler craziness, and I’m probably in complete denial about what’s coming. But, I have to say, I’ve started emerging from the dark tunnel of toddler and babies into the light! Benjamin was talking a lot for his age, but still very much a baby-toddler when Jack showed up. He wasn’t potty trained, too little for preschool and wanted to be held still quite a bit. It was really hard balancing a baby and little toddler. I had to walk and nurse a lot. Jack was fussy at night, making it really hard for me to be anywhere near present or available for Benjamin.…
Getting ready for another baby can be super fun in terms of the nesting aspect. Decorating a new nursery, washing and folding all the saved baby clothes, maybe even having a sprinkle shower or doing another registry to help with any items you want for your second baby. But emotionally, it can be very hard to get ready for a new baby. Questions pop up and worries start to sprout. Let me walk you through a day in the life of myself, pregnant with my third baby, that will help you emotionally prepare for your next baby. Related: The Best 5 Foods To Lose The Baby Weight and Pump Up Your Milk Supply 6 Signs You’re Over Being Pregnant and Ready For Baby I look at these two little blue-eyed angels and think, “I can’t believe  another one is coming…” I walk to the dryer to pull out the clothes needing…
We’ve gone from 90 degree days here to cozy, rainy ones in a week. I’m 33 weeks pregnant, and the new season of fall is quickly approaching, so symbolic of a new season of motherhood that is creeping my way. Being a mother of two toddlers is a lot. Being a mother of two toddlers while pregnant is a lot. Soon, I will have two toddlers and an infant in my arms. It feels like the days are creeping by at a snail pace. I want so badly to not be pregnant anymore, have my baby safe in my arms, and to feel like I can move and run again. Yet, I forget to ask myself, “am I ready for the seasons to change?” At the first couple days of fall-like weather, we welcome the boots, jackets and cozy cookies, but are we really ready for the swimming, sandy toes,…
In my third trimester with my third pregnancy, I am LONGING to feel light, active and free again! I am waddling around after my two boys at awkward paces and sitting down more than usual. I attempted a kayaking adventure with Jack, the littlest one, but trying to paddle with him on my lap, leaning sideways on my belly put us in circles. I daydream of when I will be able to hold my little bundle in my arms and start moving about as normal, BUT, I NEVER long for the body I used to have. I’m calling BS on the whole “get your body back after baby” pressure. Why would you want to go backwards, after your body has given you so much?! Â Pushing your body to be something it was, fixating on how you used to look ignores all we have achieved as mothers. Our bodies have performed…