OOOOOHHHH What a fun weekend in San Diego! The baby shower was incredible and once I gather the photos, I will do a post! Tracey and I stayed the night at the Omni La Costa Resort and Spa. A total treat! The grounds are spectacular and include an amazing spa, The Chopra Center, pools and great restaurants.
We had breakfast on a terrace overlooking the golf course, snapped some photos, went down to the beach, visited the outlet mall and got an acai bowl (of course) before heading home. What do you think about this new dress? A total deal at Old Navy (they even gave me $10 off b/c it was on the wrong rack).
My sister and I have the same camera. She’s always teaching me new techniques. SO lucky!
P.S. Online hotel booking is great BUT if you have the time, call the hotels directly. I got an incredible deal by going directly through the hotel!
1. These are the “marmi” clothes I tried on at TJ Maxx this week with Jen. I ended up with a workout tank, bigger sports bra and “marmi” flower bedtime pants. Chris’ (American) friend in Spain called the older Spanish women who wore flower print from head to toe, marmis. These are what I used to call: Birth Control.
2. When searching for some SENIOR (AKA lower calorie) dog food yesterday for my curvy dog, I saw THIS and was a little put off. I chose another. I think this dog is cute! Charlie would have died if I brought this to him. The sugar-free gummy bear cleanse would be kinder (check the crude Amazon.com reviews-Chris sister told us about it last night-we were crying).
3. Does it get more personal than a photograph of something deep inside my bod? There is something wildly inappropriate about this and very possibly uninteresting to anyone but me, but this is the type of stuff I like to look at on the internet so here is a photo of the baby!
This is a photo I took at home while watching the 4D video ultrasound.
At one point during the ultrasound appointment, he started opening and closing that hand like a little wave. The doctor and technician laughed as Chris and I stared in complete shock. It always feels sneaky to me that we are spying on this little one.
Ok, so I am still in shock and disbelief since we know this information via a blood test! The anatomy scan is not for another month or so but science is CRAZY these days. Normally, I wouldn’t have been eligible for this blood test (because of my age and health history) but because some other preliminary tests came back funky, they allowed us the option to do a more precise genetic screening test that included gender information as an added bennie.
They asked if we wanted to know the gender and we were like,”Uh, yea!” We’ve been dying to find out! Everyone’s different when it comes to gender reveals prior to the big day. We have been so curious since we found out we were going to be parents.
The gender of my sister was to be a surprise at my mother’s C-section back in 1986. My grandparents were to pick me up from Catholic school (1st grade) and they were going to be holding something pink for a girl and something blue for a boy. Since the moment I learned about prayer, I prayed every single day for a baby sister. I just knew it had to be something pink that day. Whelp, it was a pink paper bell. You know, that kind of table decoration for a party that folds out like an accordion and you have to attach both sides. I recall it as one of the happiest days of my life.
My grandparents recently told me they had a “method” with having children. It was, “When we get them, we keep them.”
So here is my paper tribute. We are just thrilled that everything came back healthy!
In these photos I don’t look very pregnant but trust me, there’s a bump-well, more of a wideness with a small mound. My energy is SO much higher now! We even went out with friends until 11:00 p.m. on Friday! Whoah, Nelly! Watch out, New Year’s Eve, here I come!
I am playing with my camera more these days. For all of these photos, I used a color softening filter and I like how they came out. Chris was an excellent photographer. I have about 20 photos of me just cracking up over us making fun of ourselves for doing this.
Here’s a list of things I laugh about being pregnant.
1. Your Facebook feed shows everyone that you liked a million photos of your friends’ kiddos. (You caught me, Mattie) You used to be the one who was like, “PEOPLE, this isn’t BABYbook!”
2. You say to your friend, “Here, I’ll get you a car mat,” when you meant to say parking pass but you don’t have the brain energy to explain what you really meant.
3. You fall asleep sitting up while talking to your friends after eating lunch. Jen, I was listening.
4. You start a hike and then have to stop to cry because you’re not sure you can make it out of the extremely steep canyon (you have formerly run a half marathon and been in the military). You then turn around 8 minutes into the hike huffing and puffing. You even need to take a break to sit on the ground and catch your breath. Little children and the elderly are speeding by you up the hill. You spend the rest of the day sleeping and eating in recovery. This has now become a 1200 calorie setback. Add some more crying and blaming your husband for setting you up for failure and not understanding “your condition.”
5. You walk with peg legs because prenatal yoga made you do 5 minutes of continuous squats. You want to punch the wall when the instructor tells you to make your shoulder blades touch your heart. Then you want to cry about it. There are women in your yoga class who are 20 weeks pregnant and looking hotter than you’ve ever looked in your life. You start wearing makeup to class to feel better about yourself.
6. You go to a famous burger place for their signature burger (they only serve one kind) but they don’t make ANY exceptions i.e. they won’t pull the soft blue cheese off (some soft cheeses are a no-no for pregnant women), no matter what. So you eat a basket of fries and drool over your husband’s burger meal. Later you yell at your husband for not leaving the restaurant or yelling at the cook.
When your friends ask you to go out for dinner and a night of drinking you steer them away from sushi restaurants or bar crawls so you won’t be discovered.
7. In your first trimester, you gained waaay too much weight (confirmed by your doctor in front of your husband) and somehow your birthing-hips got even wider. Your pants no longer fit. Your skinny, well-meaning friends have all told you there is no need for pregnancy clothes until later and you listen to everything these women say (they’re pros) so you walk around with your pants unbuttoned and unzipped for months (break down and buy a belly band eventually). Finally at a restaurant dinner your pants are around your ankles from the tight pinching pain in your abdomen and the said belly band has snapped up like a rolling blind below your breasts. The valet guy tries not to stare as you depart the restaurant. Cue crying and shopping for fat, I mean, pregnancy pants.
I have been dying to write this post! Chris and I are having a baby! WOW! I’m about 4 months pregnant! You know those wives tales about announcing your pregnancy after the first trimester? Well, we decided to tell just a few people before that but we waited until now to tell everyone because we were waiting on test results for stuff. I’ll go into that later. Everything looks healthy and we are super excited!!
Here is a photo of the baby at 7 weeks (I didn’t know they did ultrasounds that early). We have a more recent photo (even a video-I know, crazy technology) but this is my favorite because I like the little starfish pose. This said to me, “I’m here and I’m happy!” It might even say, “I’m ready to party.”
A note: I have now broken the vow/pact I made with one of my BFFs and myself to NEVER, never under any circumstances post a photo of my ultrasound online. I conferred with her yesterday (she is a new mom) and her response was, “You’ll be doing lots of things you never thought you’d be doing.” Well, in that case, get ready for some sexy boudoir prego shots of me soon. Ok, hopefully not.
This baby was made in Paris! TMI?
Well, we returned from that trip and I just thought I had some gnarly jet lag. I figured that had to be the reason for the multiple late-night trips to the bathroom, hours of daytime “staring” (sitting there in the parked car zoned out and exhausted for multiple hours at a time) and the aversion to my daily coffee ritual.
We had been on the road for a while, moving from Seattle to Los Angeles and then immediately going on a 2 week trip to Europe. “Maybe jet lag and all this travel-food is why my blood sugar is so off,” I supposed. That was until I was practically grabbing the steering wheel from Chris to pull over so I could get an emergency/life-saving granola bar at the gas station one day. Yes and later that day when I was starving yet again, I cut my toe on a Whole Foods table which sent me into a dizzy/on the floor/fainting/drama-queen moment. Please trust me, this is not my usual reaction to seeing like 2 drops of blood. I couldn’t control myself. I was THAT lady on the floor of Whole Food with people staring at me. Moments later I was sobbing inconsolably in the car. Chris was so incredibly confused. Poor guy. I even have a photo of the bloody toe but I will spare you.
Days later we signed a lease and I was unpacking and moving things for three days straight in our new home while Chris was at a business conference out of town (AKA partying in Vegas for work). The hunger and thirst were unbearable! I thought, “Wow, moving/unpacking is such a great workout. My thighs are going to look great!”
That’s when it hit me…what day is today? Isn’t it what Chris calls my “normal” time of the month. Quick, unearth that single pregnancy test you always keep in your travel kit!
(P.S. another totally strange photo I never thought was appropriate to share)
Then I stared at that positive test in disbelief. I was shaking. WHAT!? No. It can’t be! Amazing! How was I going to wait until that night when I was going to pick Chris up from the airport!? Somehow I survived. I picked him up at LAX, we Yelped a Thai restaurant, drove there and found parking down the street. I was going to tell him inside but as we walked from our parked car to the restaurant, I couldn’t wait another second.
I interrupted him mid-sentence as he was fondly reminiscing on the trip’s funnier moments. “We’re having a baby!!!!!!!!” He looked as if I had said something like, “I don’t feel like having Thai food tonight, let’s get back in the car and find another restaurant.” This second statement would have been very confusing to him as well. Once it clicked he mirrored my entire disbelief of the situation. “Wait, what? You’re telling me on a dark street corner that we’re having a baby?” Well, yes, I made the baby announcement on a dark street corner in Los Angeles. Glamorous. Thomas Kinkade-like or just like in the movies. Maybe Disney will want to use this in a future screen play.
So we’re both very excited and it is just now starting to sink in. I hear that getting advice can be super annoying to new moms/moms-to-be. Please, the flood gates are open. I’m curious about everything. I will be asking specific questions here and there. Look, I’m an acupuncturist and in school, we learned that breast milk cures some eye infections (totally true), so you can’t “weird me out.” I’m totally interested in everything from super green mom-stuff like organic mattresses to buffalo chicken wing dips that help you lose post-pregnancy pounds (you know what I mean).
Who is most excited about this baby? My dad. Yes, it is amazing and surprising. He has asked me things like, “How is your health doing?” Normally this would be WAAY too personal/feminine-land for him but it is very sweet.
You can follow me on Instagram for the prep…or distractions from the prep. Here I am on Facebook, Twitter, Bloglovin and Pinterest. Baby things will slowly invade these sites (and this site) but I will stick to my usual posts as well. XO
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