Mommy Monday

 

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The other day, I was talking to a friend, mourning the fact that I haven’t been doing regular Tot School activities with Huff the Babe. I mean, when Huff the Tot was his age, I was doing alphabet flash cards, color songs, and reading at least five books a day to the girl.

“Poor Huff the Babe,” I said to my friend. “He’s getting the raw end of the deal.”

“It’s just the curse of the second child,” she said. “They don’t get as much as the first.”

Which is the cold, hard truth. With your first kid, you have a lot more time–there’s only one of them after all! So many things change once you go from one kid to two. Or two to three!

 That’s why this video from Story of this Life really hit the nail on the head!

 

What differences did you experience going from one to two (or two to three? Or three to four, you brave soul!)? Share in the comments below!

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This week, my sweet little boy turns one. I know, I can’t believe it either! It feels like yesterday I was waddling around saying, “Get this kid out of me!”

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It has been a blur of a year. Between Huff the Babe not sleeping through the night for his first nine months of life to me switching careers, to Huff the Hubs starting grad school and also trying to potty train Huff the Tot, the past 362 days (he’s technically not a year old until Thursday!) have passed by in a haze of diapers, nipple cream, and lots of Diet Dr. Pepper.

When I first found out I was pregnant with a little boy, I won’t lie–I cried. I was so scared. I knew NOTHING of little boys. I was raised with two sisters and all I wanted was three little girls. After seeing the major indication that we were expecting a boy, all I could picture was the rambunctious, loud balls of dirt that played on our street when we were kids. I saw the climbed fences, the desire to play sports (hard pass), and the difficult task of raising a son that was not a misogynist and treated women with respect. How were Huff the Hubs and I supposed to navigate this boy world?!

But then, I held that little boy in my arms for the first time.

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All of my anxieties cleared. (Well, not all. But I definitely felt more at ease.)

All I saw was my sweet little guy. The little one that I had felt inside of my for nine months. The little guy that I would snuggle as I nursed him at 2:00 a.m., bleary-eyed and full-hearted. The tiny boy that would lay his head on my shoulder and snuggle me with such affection. The little man that HtH and I would raise to be a good, Godly man who will hopefully show Christ’s love to everyone he meets.

And, yes, the little boy that will climb on everything and always be covered in some kind of goo, dirt, or slime (much like his older sister).

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I won’t lie, there have been some moments of being a boy mom that I hadn’t anticipated. Like the level of fear I had every time I changed his diaper while his plastibell was still on.

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Or finding a way out of answering Huff the Tot’s question of “What’s that?” while changing HtB’s diaper…

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And even though I’ve been more exhausted and, at times, more overwhelmed  and have less free time than I ever thought possible…

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It has still been an amazing year. And I’m so excited to see what kind of person our little man becomes!

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Happy {early} birthday, sweet boy! I love you!

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Y’all, its been a mother of a day. After dropping Huff the Tot at my aunt’s house so I could take Huff the Babe to his 2-month well child checkup, I saw that my rear driver’s side tire was completely FLAT. Scrambling, i called Huff the Hubs, my mom, and my dad for help. Huff the Hubs had used up all of his sick leave and vacation time to stay home after I gave birth (don’t even get me started on the horrible maternity/paternity leave policies in this country) and my dad couldn’t leave work. My mom came to drive us to the doctor, but thankfully my father-in-law came and changed my tire, taking the flat to get fixed. After we made it to HtB’s appointment (15 minutes late) I was told that my little boy would be getting THREE shots. THREE. And they said, “Don’t worry if he’s fussier than normal.”

Uh, this kid is perpetually fussy.

Needless to say, its been a day. And I could use some laughter so I’m sharing a funny (and oh-so-relatable!) video with you, Momma. Just in case you need to get some giggles out because your threenager threw an all-out, on-the-floor-fit because you didn’t buy the fruit snacks shaped like Captain America or your colicky newborn kept you up all night.

 

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Its been six weeks since I gave birth to Huff the Babe and I have been itchin’ to return to my workouts. I only have 10 pounds of the 30 I gained with Indy left to lose and I’m unbelievably ready for it to come of. However, since I’m nursing, my body is going to hold on to some fat stores making it dang near impossible to lose ANY weight.

But, I shall not fear! I know, in the meantime, I can work on strength training to build up muscle and endurance. But finding time for that? Now THAT’S dang near impossible.

Don’t believe me? This video perfectly sums up what its like to try and workout when kids are around:

Maybe I’ll get fit once the kids are away at college…

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Yes. I am still pregnant.

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Last Thursday I went to my doctor and she said, “Oh, I wouldn’t be surprised if he came today! He’ll at least be here this weekend!” Of course I was overjoyed at hearing that! I’ve been so miserable, been in a lot of pain, and I’m so ready to be done being pregnant.

So Thursday went by.

Nothing.

Friday came and went.

Nothing.

Saturday came. I thought it was “go time”. I was having severe contracions that were close together and VERY painful. My mom came over to get Huff the Tot while huff the Hubs and I booked it to the hospital. We got checked in and sent up to Triage.

Nope. Nothing.

Even though I was having painful contractions every 4 minutes, they were not the “real labor” kind; the kind that dilates and lets the baby come out. So we left.

Then, I got a call from my family and they said that Hermione was running a temperature and was basically inconsolable. So immediately I started hysterically weeping. One, because my baby needed/wanted me and two, because I was just so frickin’-frackin’ frustrated that I wasn’t in real labor.

It was a good thing that I hadn’t gone into labor, though, because later that night, Huff the Tot woke up at 11:00 p.m., puking.

The three of us laid in Mommy and Daddy’s bed and got ZERO sleep. Oh, and did I mention that Saturday night we “sprang forward”?

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And, you guessed it, Sunday passed with no baby.

Sigh. 

So, yeah. I’m a little frustrated. And miserable. And I know in my heart he’ll come when he’s ready. But in my head, I’m like, “WILL YOU PLEASE JUST GET OUT?!”

And that’s why my blogs have been so scarce lately. But, I figure the best way to get my mind off the fact that I’m not in labor is to continue as I would. So you can expect new blogs this week! Woo!

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These last few weeks of pregnancy have been really rough on me. Between just the pure discomfort I’ve felt to the guilt I feel about not being able to be as active with Huff the Tot as I used to be, I’ve just felt incredibly down.

Last week, a dear friend sent me a text:

“FYI, I sent you a book through Amazon.

It’ll be there Monday!”

I was excited! She didn’t tell me what the book was. So Monday, when I opened the package, I saw this:

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I felt a peace come over me. I couldn’t really put my finger on it, but I KNEW I needed to read this book. (Now I know that it was such a God thing).

As I read the Introduction, I started sobbing. This woman was me. Even though she had three kids and I only one (with one on the way) I completely understood her. It was as though she looked inside my mind and heart and wrote down my deepest secrets. One line stuck with me:

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I’ve thought that A LOT these past few weeks. Between the constant Braxton Hicks and the false alarms, there are days I dread hearing the alarm or my daughter calling over the monitor, “Mommy! I awake!” There are days I want to call in sick, but Moms don’t have that luxury.

Even though I’ve only read a few chapters of this book, my spirit has been renewed and I’m feeling like there is hope when I couldn’t even see the possibility of it before.

If you’re a young momma that needs to feel like she’s not alone in her struggles or an older momma that wants to help out the new generation of mothers, I would definitely read this book!

You can get it here!

Have you ever read this book? What did you think? Do you have a book you’d recommend to a momma? Share int he comments below!

Try It Tuesday

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Now that we’re officially in March, I’m counting down the days until Huff the Babe makes his appearance. And lawd let me tell ya, I’m so incredibly ready to be done. I’ll spare you the gory details, but let’s just say that pregnancy HURTS.

I’ve been looking at ways to help me out during and after delivery (i.e., what I can do to help me NOT have to push for two hours like I did with Huff the Tot/what I can do to help speed up the healing process).

During my research, I came across this study. To spare you from having to read it yourself, a group of pregnant women were used in this study. Half of them ate 6 dates a day in the four weeks leading up to their due date and the other half did not. According to the study, those in the date-eating group:

  • Have intact membranes upon admission to the hospital
  • Go into labor spontaneously
  • Avoid pitocin
  • And have a shorter first phase of labor

Research has found that dates have an affect on the body much like the hormone oxytocin, which helps to stimulate contractions as well as help with hemorrhaging after delivery. Plus, its full of good-for-you stuff like fiber, magnesium, and potassium! So, why not, right?

Right when I read this, I went out and bought a bag!

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I’ve been chomping down on these bad boys since my 34th week! They’re actually pretty good and taste like big raisins!

I’ll let you know if I think the dates helped me out (I’m sure all those mamas-to-be want to know)!

 

Have you ever tried dates? What did you think?