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Est. August 9, 2018

Est. August 9, 2018

I write this post today with a heart full of so much love and as an official mommy to Olivia Lee. She’s perfect. I was always wondering how my birth story would go, and it started a couple of weeks early! Olivia just couldn’t wait a day longer and made her way into this world at 10:53 a.m. on Thursday, August 9th. Little did I know that on Wednesday night as I prepared to go to bed, when the clock hit midnight…my water would break (I’m sure one could make a Cinderella joke here somewhere). There are several things that people just don’t tell you or get wrong completely. For example, “oh it’s just a little trickle of water when your water breaks.” Um how about it’s like Niagra Falls and it doesn’t stop until you give birth!!

Luckily Josh and I had everything set for the most part so we snagged our stuff we packed for the hospital and headed out once my doctor called back and said to go. Fun fact, “Sweet Child of Mine” came on the radio when the hubs rounded the entrance to the hospital. We were arriving a party of two and will be leaving a party of three.

We went up to the top floor for labor and delivery and the “oh shit this is really happening” feeling was really setting in. I wasn’t having contractions until a whole half hour after my water broke so I was spared that pain until we were actually at the hospital. And boy did those contractions ramp the hell up quickly. Let me tell you, getting an epidural was the best decision I EVER made. While you can’t get up and walk around during labor, they had birthing ball techniques I could still do laying down. But as I was waiting for the anesthesiologist to make her way to my room, there were several things that were running through my mind.

  • Can this be over now?
  • He did this to me (looks over at hubs) how fucking dare him.
  • I hope I don’t do any permanent damage to hubby’s hand since I’m about to break it with each contraction I have.

I won’t get too graphic with the details, but an epidural doesn’t get rid of ALL the pain. No, no. There are rectal contractions that are just as bad almost as regular contractions. Then I was told that since I was progressing and getting closer and closer to 10 cm, I should be delivering my baby before lunchtime. (insert holy shit I don’t know if I’m ready for all this thoughts here).

After enduring some painful contractions, the doctor finally came in and told me that it’s time to finally push and have this baby. After buckling down and four pushes later, I heard the cries of my baby girl entering this world. It was both one of the most surreal, most emotional moments of my life having my daughter being handed to me for the first time. Suddenly nothing else mattered and nothing else dawned on me (i.e. the trauma my nether parts just endured). My healthy baby girl was in my arms. She’s healthy, has all 10 tiny fingers and toes, and she was perfect.

I’m still amazed that I made this tiny little girl and that I have this new role as her mommy. We stayed at the hospital for a couple of days after even though we thankfully didn’t have any complications that couldn’t be managed at home. I was bummed for having to stay at all…(I hate hospitals, they creep me out). We limited visitors to immediate family and before we knew it, it was time to bring our baby girl home.

Like every other first time parent, I was scared. Suddenly we were on our own to decipher what her cries meant…to swaddle her tightly enough, to feed her (breastfeeding is legit a full-time job), and to make sure she’s the happiest/healthiest baby. Luckily we’re blessed to have an amazing support group of family and friends to come and help with SO much as we focus on our little one from people bringing food to my mom (God bless her) coming over just to clean the house and drop off whatever we need. These first few weeks have been so hard, but whenever I look at her sweet little face whether her tiny little lungs are screaming or she smiles so big…it’s worth absolutely every lost hour of sleep and near breakdown. I’d do everything and anything for her. My little peanut has changed my whole world and all I can do is smile as my heart is just bursting with so much love.

 

Cheers,

I Confess…I’m Inspired

I Confess…I’m Inspired

It’s hump day already guys and we’re in for another link-up and confession session with these lovely ladies.

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I confess I’m insanely inspired by the morning gym crew. Whenever I try to make excuses not to go, I think of this woman who KILLS it every single gym sesh. Yesterday morning, I decided to go up to her and tell her how awesome she was for coming in every single morning and kicking some major ass and how inspired I was by her. At first she looked at me as if I was 50 shades of cray. She said that she didn’t see how someone like her could inspire someone like me…I asked her what she meant by that and she just replied with, “because I’m almost three times your size.”

I confess….that broke my heart.

I told her that people like her are the most inspirational because I know that taking the first step into living more of a healthy lifestyle is the hardest.

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After our little exchange, I felt like she had an extra spring in her step. There’s nothing like spreading some kind words around and even if it’s just doing or saying something small. It’s like receiving exceptional customer service. Having a complete stranger go above and beyond for you. It doesn’t always come around so often, but when it does, I know that it adds some extra sunshine to my day, so why not do the same for other people?

confettiI confess I need to spread the happy some more. Everyone has this happiness confetti in their pocket and I’m making it a goal of mine to compliment or do something for someone each day. Whether it’s to take someone’s cart back for them at the grocery store or to say, “hey, you there, you look BEAUTIFUL today. I LOVE your outfit. Did you get your hair done? It looks Fabulous.”

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I confess that I also think we need to be a little nicer to ourselves. We can be our own worst enemy. I can’t tell you how many times I’ve insulted my body…so…I feel like I need to apologize for calling it so many names. I mean really if it could just learn how to burn more calories while I slept we wouldn’t have so many mean conversations…just saying. Instead, this has to happen on the daily. Because well…#beastmode.

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How are you going to spread the happy today? What is one thing that is awesome about you?! Let me hear it!

Cheers!

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Confessions of An Injured Runner

Confessions of An Injured Runner

So over the weekend I started to experience some pain with my hamstring tendon…for anyone who has experienced a strain in this tendon…you also know that it hurts like a bitch. It pretty much makes working out and running impossible. So here are my confessions as of late since I’ve had to succumb to being a lazy couch potato until this pain subsides…and it better be SOON.

::I confess I’ve been coloring. You know in one of those coloring books for adults that are all the rage these days. You guys, if you haven’t snagged one of these yet, what the hell are you waiting for? It’s like I can pretend that I’m no longer an adult for a few hours while I color inside the lines snuggled up with my blankets. Can someone PLEASE bring me some fruit snacks?!

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::I confess the only good thing about this injury is that the hubs is willing to shovel the snow in these subzero temps. And of course I’m unable to help at all due to my weakened condition.

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::I confess that I’ve never been so annoyed in my life not being able to workout or run. I have way too much built up energy and I have nowhere to put it. Whenever one of my fav songs comes on I’ve had to resort to jamming out like this…

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::I confess that not being able to workout also means me being a raging, irritable biotch because of it. Working out = stress relief = people live another day without facing my wrath. Today is not that day.

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It really makes me feel all the feels. I prefer to sweat those feels out, lift heavy stuff and call it a day. But no…#fuckinginjury

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::I confess not working out feels like not showering in the morning. I feel gross, dirty, unkempt…UGH make this go away! I’ve learned my lesson to cross train more in between runs I swear!!! I can’t Kanye shrug my way through another week of this.

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::I confess I secretly want every other runner’s legs to blow out as well as I see them happily running by my house because I’m jelly to the max about it. Okay not really…I’m just watching out my window…just wishing that happy runner was me…*sniffle

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:: I confess I’m now cursing my cocky “I never get sick/injured” self for downgrading on my health insurance. I’ll be paying off future med bills for life if this is more of a serious issue #brokeassbitchstatus.

So here’s to hoping that I get to hoard newsfeeds sooner rather than later with post-run selfies. Send good vibes this way and hope this hammie gets its shit together asap!

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Linking up with these lovely ladies this week!

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Cheers!

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I Confess….I’m Ready for 2016

I Confess….I’m Ready for 2016

HEYO I’m linking up with some amazing ladies for some confessions and what a better time to confess than right before the start of a new year?

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To start off, I’d like to say that while 2015 ended in a lot of family heartbreak, 2015 as a whole was the year of achieving a hell of a lot. So while I’m looking forward to starting fresh, I confess…I’d like to say that 2015 did involve a lot of personal growth.

Moving on to some of my recent confessions and man do I have plenty…

I confess that I will binge watch the hell out of My 600lb Life on TLC to prevent myself from late-night snacking. Yep, it happens. Hell if I want to continue gorging on chips and salsa at 10pm with a glass of wine if it means that I won’t be able to scrub my own vag in 10+ years because my arms won’t reach that far down. Just being real.

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I confess that at my best friend’s reception, someone piled food onto their plate and said “don’t worry guys I’m carb-loading for tomorrow’s marathon” I responded enthusiastically with “OMG really? Which marathon?!” Because…well I thought he was serious and I got a blank stare in return. #runnerproblems…sorry I thought you were an active person and not eating for four recreationally?

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I confess that I will never understand how someone could be so obsessed with Star Wars or with any film series…in fact, I’ve learned to loathe it for personal reasons. IT’S EVERYWHERE. I can’t even make my own fucking coffee in the morning without being reminded that the force has awakened…

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I confess that I really don’t have any fitness goals in mind for this year…I should for the sake of this fitness blog and all but really…I achieved my huge goal of finishing my first marathon and I’m not about to start running ultras…because while I might be crazy…I’d like to live through the whole experience and not kill myself throughout the process. But really I WOULD love to have an excuse to buy a fancy bike and join a fancy gym so I can train for an Ironman. No, I’m not talking about Robert Downy Jr. either.

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I confess that I was over-the-moon excited when Spotify started streaming the WHOLE Beatles discography. Because well…I love them yeaaahhhh yeaahhh yeahhhh….

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I also confess that my cats are little four-legged weirdos. I love them. If you needed proof:

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And as 2016 approaches, don’t worry about starting it off with a million and one resolutions. Go with the flow, do what feels good and live each day knowing that you did something worth while…or in my case, keeping up my mileage and not indulging in a cheese bagel at 11 p.m. with a glass of Riesling.

Cheers!

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