Friday, March 25, 2011

Hormones suck

These headaches are getting out of control.
Not that they were 'in" control before, but for real, I spent most of the day yesterday crying real tears of frustration.
And by that, I mean I cried over e v e r y t h i n g.
Hormones are brutal, they are seriously kicking my ass. I feel as if I should have a violinist playing behind me 24/7, except that would aggravate my pounding head, and I would most likely punch them in the face, and irrationally break their violin into fifty pieces.
Cause, among other things, I am angry.
When do the "happy" hormones kick in? When will I stop crying over , the fact that I am crying?

I ended up back at my Doctor's office yesterday, again crying real tears, because how I am suppose to FUNCTION when my brain is in a vice?

And since my Doctor is male, and I am not sure really down with the whole "emotional, crazy" part of pregnancy- he prescribed tylenol with codeine -and advised me to "stop being stressed."
I will so get right on that.

Thursday, March 24, 2011


My one goal for next week is to actually get to the gym.

I failed to mention in the previous posts about my outrageous headaches in combination with my slightly elevated blood pressure- perhaps because I am choosing to ignore it, or rather not ignore it, but not dwell on it.
The Doctor's suggestion, (advisement) was to "take it easy" "not to be stressed" and.....ahem, no running.
No running?
But my entire purpose of blogging while pregnant, was to talk about running while pregnant.
No one wants to read about another pregnancy, hear about my leaky boobs, expanding middle, and the fact that I sleep with the fan on and the window open and its still ONLY MARCH.

Also, the scale, is, um, going up.
I have been doing yoga, when I am not sleeping, or laying with an ice pack on my head, which has been a total of 0 times this week.
which, if you are confused, means I did not work out at all this week.
I did manage to have two small fried brownies yesterday.
Damn me.

Next week, tho, I am going to try to get up in the morning and hit the gym at 5:30- even if its just to walk.
At least tomorrow is Friday.

Sunday, March 20, 2011


I am addicted to Kiwi.
Its a toss up between Kiwi, Ramon Noodles, and veggie sticks.

Also, my '' all day sickness" has returned. It pretty much makes me want to fall to my knees waving a white flag.
I get it child, I UNDERSTAND.
If I go for a long stretch without eating, I am done.
Even if I try to eat something, its already pass the point of no return.

Yesterday I had no choice but to throw up in front of Allie, since we were in a public restroom, together.

She took a step back, pointed at me, and declared rather loudly, "YUCKY, MOMMY POOP!"
And I am all, "No, honey, mommy only wishes that."
Then for the next forty five minutes she asked me, "What happend mommy? Mommy Poop in potty? What happend, what happend?"
Which was delightful.

Saturday, March 19, 2011

The Bathroom Chronicles

I am having bathroom issues again.

No, you dont need to stop reading, I am not going to go into detail- much.

Let me just clarify, its 4am, I woke up with a need for Cheerios. Have you ever gotten out of bed at 4am for cereal before?

Me neither.

And yet here we are.

This baby is growing at lightening speed, and my body is all, I KNOW WHAT TO DO I KNOW WHAT TO DO WATCH ME- WATCH WHAT I CAN DO!

Which is why my pants no longer fit, or my shorts, or half my shirts.

Its not that I don't enjoy being in maternity clothes, its just that I have like five and a half more months of growing to do- also, I am hot.
Not like sexy hot, like ass sweat hot.
As in, it was 80 degrees yesterday, and I felt like I was BAKING.
So add 30 more degrees, and four more months of pregnancy, and you can bet your bottom dollar that I will NOT be going outside, or anywhere near outside, and I will be complaining a lot.

Like how I keep telling everyone I see that I have not "been to the bathroom" in four days. FOUR. DAYS.
1 2 3 4
Now I take the same stuff 80 year olds use to help them poop.

And before any of y'all tell me I should 1. Drink more water. 2. Drink prune juice. 3. Exercise. Please note that I drink PRUNE JUICE with every single one of my meals, ALONG with like 9 liters of water, and, well, I dont exercise as much as I woud like at this moment, but I certainly don't sit around letting myself get all constipated.

So when 4am rolled around, and the Cheerio craving hit hard, I thought I could down some prune juice, and give myself ample time to be "around" a bathroom before our day started.
You know, five hours before anyone else would be up, well, Allessandra will probably be up in about three.

But she hands me toilet paper, and claps for me.

So she's cool to hang out with me.

Friday, March 18, 2011

Life lessons, take 2347897

If I had known that dying my hair clown red, four months ago, would eventually send me to a stylist for FIVE hours, while she tried to "fix" the chunks of uneven hair, I never EVER would have picked the box off the shelf.
Would have touched the stuff.
I thought it would be easy, but it turns out, my hair holds on to red like..some analogy that I can't think of right now, because I got home at 10:30, and had SAT in the CHAIR since FIVE.
I swear to you, they had to dye it like twenty times, and given the fact that I am pregnant, they did it with the less "toxic" more green option, which only made it take that much longer.
Three hours in, I was ready for them to just bleach the hell out of my hair and call it a day.
They closed at 7.
Which left me and this asian chick alone, while she tirelessly wrapped foil after foil around my hair.
By 9 I was ready to pass out from hunger, she noticed that I was beginning to fade, and hurried to the back room, bringing me a cup of noodles..that I can only describe as a gift from God.
I couldn't understand the writing on the side, since it was in chinese, or japanese...but what it should have said was, OMGTHISSHITISSUPERSPICYANDYOURMOUTHWITHBEONFIRE.
Also, she brought me chopsticks.
Because, of course she would, even tho it was a steaming cup of SOUP.
Me no know how to use chopsticks.
So I drank it.
And slurped the noodles, like I was ravenous caged animal
Five hours later, and a pretty penny from my pocket, I am feeling less like a clown.
 I know, my face is super fat from this tiny human that I am growing...cant wait to see me in August.

Wednesday, March 16, 2011

Afternoon weigh in

Getting weighed in the middle of the afternoon, after lunch, with a full bladder, was a huge slap in the face.
I almost passed out.
I know its not accurate.
I need to make some adjustments, I am hungry all. the. time. like hand over fist stomach growling, starving.
This type of hunger makes me convinced its a boy.
Its not a normal hunger, like lets make a sandwich, its, I want tuna with pickles and tomatos and olives, on wheat bread, with a handful of cheerios and some applesauce. 
I used to roll my eyes at woman who had "strange cravings" because I never had experienced it before- I ate normal things with Allie, cottage cheese, veggies, hummus.
This one, not so much.
This afternoon,  I counteracted the cheese burger I had yesterday, with a fruit salad, and some nuts.
I am also getting back into running/walking now that I am not puking every minute.
Its not that I don't know that I have to gain weight, its just, I gained a pretty penny with Allie, and it was a BITCH to get off.
I want to set myself up for success this time around.
On a different note, I heard the baby's heart beat for the first time this afternoon it was pretty amazing. :)

Sunday, March 13, 2011

Where I finally admit I am pregnant

Its true, the throwing up for three months, the exhaustion and the irritability is not mono.
There is a tiny human in there trying to suck the life from me.

Some pregnancies are easy, mine with Allessandra was a breeze, well in comparison to the first three months of this. Let me just say this one has not been easy, me and the toilet are super close, like my face was in it all day everyday. I finally had to go on medication at 8 weeks because my Dr was concerned that I was losing oodles of weight.
My first three months with Allie, I was eating STEAK, potatoes, spaghetti, you name it, I ate it, (hence the 60 pound weight gain.) This time around, I ate bagels. Like as it that's it, b a g e l s. Anything else that I THOUGHT that I wanted, sent me into this whirl wind of sheer throwing up hell.
But here I am three months later, feeling so much better I want to scream it from the roof tops, perhaps my biggest accomplishment is being able to stomach a few splashes of coffee, (yes, I know the HORROR, I still have 1/3 a cup of coffee) but I still am chasing around a two year old, and my body has now decided that I need to hop on board the INSOMNIA yes, I need a little pick me up in the am.

But anyways, you know how I like to talk about food, and I still have some pretty fantastic food aversions, Like I am all set if I never see tomato sauce again, or pasta ( I KNOW, what has the world come to?!) plus I am not a huge fan of anything too sweet, cakes, muffins, stuff like that, and pretty much every dinner food you can think of, except for Greek salad. Last night we had pizza for Allie's birthday dinner, and since the thought of tomato sauce and cheese together made me perspire, I opted for a Greek salad as big as my head.
It rocked my world, plus I have some left over for lunch today.

Bob's Red Mill cereal, with nut butter, nutella, raisins,and strawberries
Not shown was the tomato soup, thats 1/2 cup of popcorn, and like 12 M&Ms
shredded wheat, vanilla soy milk and a banana..curses to bananas and their BINDING tendencies, so evil.

 Allie had a WONDERFUL birthday, she was spoiled rotten all day, from a trip to the Aquarium, lunch out, a new bike, dollhouse, baby stuff, my little pony and oodles of clothes....not to mention a thousand little snack food toys for her kitchen.
Why not make a four layer cake? You are only two once.

Friday, March 11, 2011

Another birthday...

I can't believe two years ago....I had this magnificent little girl.

My beautiful, stubborn, messy, wonderful gift.

How happy you have made me.
How lucky I am to be your mom.

I love you more then words will ever be able to describe.
Happy Birthday baby girl.

Tuesday, March 8, 2011

Naturally Thin

So I am back to regular yoga, which feels phenomenal.

I get up early, whip up a whatever fruit smoothie, handful of this, handful of that, then I head to my office/exercise room and throw in Body by Bethenny and work out for forty some minutes.
  Its easy, it makes my entire body feel like its been wrung out, and I am in a kind of blissful state for the remainder of the day.
 Well, kind of, depending on how my day goes, of course.

Anyways, yesterday I happened upon Bethenny Frankel's book, Naturally Thin. Not really wanting to read yet another book about weight loss, I didn't hold much stock in me actually liking it or BUYING it, but skimmed the first couple pages-and wouldn't you know it, I was HOOKED.
The book is awesome.
But after doing weight watchers for two some years its all the same idea, eat what you want, but not all at once. If you have a ginormous muffin from Starbucks, you also cant have birthday cake and ice cream, and chips, and a hamburger. Well you can, but your pants will be very snug and you will most likely blow up like a balloon from  the excessive salt.
Its all about moderation, and being mindful about what goes in your body.
I am a total fan.

I totally recommend buying the book, it has great tips in it, not to mention the recipes sound easy and delicious, like even I could possibly make them and not poison myself or my family.

Sunday, March 6, 2011

Oreo Stuffed Cookies

I know right?
Josh was all, "I wont eat any of the chocolate chip muffins from Costco even if you twist my arm and threaten to cut my penis off"
And I was all, "But muffins are delicious and so easy to make, you know, open wrapper, put on plate."
Then I was really concerned about what he was going to do about my sugar craving, and since he kept walking, I decided I would handle my needs on my own.

Lucky for my, my favorite Mom on the internet totally gets my sugar cravings and posted a recipe for Oreo stuffed cookies:

2 sticks softened butter
3/4 cup packed light brown sugar
1 cup granulated sugar
2 large eggs
1 tablespoon pure vanilla
3 1/2 Cups all purpose flour
1 teaspoon salt
1 teaspoon baking soda
10 oz bag chocolate chips
1 bag Oreo Cookies

1.  Preheat oven to 350 degrees F.   In a stand or electric mixer cream butter and sugars until well combined.  Add in eggs and vanilla until well combined.
2.  In a separate bowl mix the flour, salt and baking soda.  Slowly add to wet ingredients along with chocolate chips until just combined.  Using a cookie scoop take one scoop ofcookie dough and place on top of an Oreo Cookie.  Take another scoop of dough and place on bottom of Oreo Cookie.  Seal edges together by pressing and cupping in hand until Oreo Cookie is enclosed with dough.  Place onto a parchment or silpat lined baking sheet and bake cookies 9-13 minutes or until cookies are baked to your liking.  Let cool for 5 minutes before transferring to cooling rack.
Makes about 2 dozen VERY LARGE Cookies

I stole this directly from her site, You can find her HERE
The cookies are ridiculous.
Think of the Herbel Essence commercial where the lady is having a hair orgasm in the shower, but now picture me stuffing my face with cookies, smearing chocolate all over my face, like my  child does.

Totally, unspeakably amazing.
Go make them right now.

Saturday, March 5, 2011

Friday night

Being adopted, I never really knew what it felt like to be apart of something real. I suppose I don't mean that the way it sounds, but I was in a family where I was "added" to, I was loved, nurtured, and all that, don't get me wrong- but I never quite fit...the way other people fit into their families. Or so I thought I guess.
Last night both J and I were sitting cross legged on the floor looking at the laptop, Allie seeing that both of her parents were at her level, smooshed her way in between us, spreading her arms wide wrapping both of us in a tiny but ferocious hug.

It was that moment, with her little head resting on my shoulder then switching to her Dad's with a tiny little shriek of delight, that I felt like right there, sitting with my husband and daughter, clad in sweats feeling frumpy and exhausted, with the rain pounding on the roof, was exactly where I was suppose to be, with my family.

And it was a really amazing, awesome feeling.

Friday, March 4, 2011

Smoothies and Frozen yogurt...all last weekend...

This was last weekend. This weekend its going to rain.
Also I had my first asthma attack since the eight grade this morning.
Cant wait until today is over.

Wednesday, March 2, 2011

I hate cooking

I know. I know I know.
I AM writing more, just not here. But like on paper, you know, with a pen. I suck I know. I even have pictures waiting to be uploaded in my camera for my smoothie post-but the camera is way over there, and I only have ten more minutes before I am to be back at work.
Plus its like super hot outside, well not super, but its enough to make me need to change into some shorter pants, and strip off a tank top.
Makes me feel kinda badly that I dressed Allie today like it was sub 20 degrees, poor thing must be sweltering.
I mean, she had on a WOOL coat this morning.
Must. Purchase. Spring Coat for child.

Also I just want to mention, that I am a HORRIBLE cook. I mean really.
Do you know I made corn bread yesterday and pizza pie, both of which tasted like the secret ingredient was donkey ass-or gravel, I had a distinct taste of gravel.
Then I come home today to marinated some chicken, and I threw that badboy into the microwave to defrost, only to have it half cook-and for me to retch so loudly into the trash can that I almost peed my pants.
I HATE chicken.
But I am TRYING to be a GOOD wife, and cook like actual MEALS for my husband who doesn't get home until 7pm.

I am thinking that tonight I might serve frosted mini wheats, with a side of Raisin Bran.