I had my 20 week OB appt and Lil Baby Fat looks great! Growing like a weed and super active. We started out Bradley Method Birthing Classes and we are more than committed than ever to a natural, unmedicated childbirth. When we left our class we had a million questions to ask our Mid Wife … Continue reading
It’s an addiction. I know I have an addictive personality. I know I have to be careful. I know I think in black and white terms. And yet I still think about it. Dieting. Weight loss. The control. The restriction. The beauty of it all. I miss my spreadsheets. I miss the scale going down. … Continue reading
I know I’ve been terrible about blogging. Like absolutely horrible. I think about it every day, but the truth is that there really isn’t anything to report. I haven’t hit the “I feel amazing – pregnancy rocks” stage yet. I still have morning sickness, feel like I’ve been hit by a mac track, and can’t … Continue reading
I guess the perk to “morning” sickness is that my toilets have never been so clean. As I found myself wrapped around my Porcelain God at 12:30am I recalled a conversation I had with my MidWife last week: Me: When will the dry-heaving, nausea and constant feeling of yaking stop? MidWife: It mostly stops…sometimes… for … Continue reading
I believe I’m hitting the overly emotional part of my pregnancy. Example 1: Our 9 month old puppy is still struggling with potty training. That’s too damn old. We’ve started Puppy Boot Camp for him because I refuse to be damn 7 months pregnant trying to bend over to pick up dog shit in my … Continue reading
I train. It’s what I do. It makes me feel good and like I have a purpose. I’m a goal oriented person that does well with a routine and enjoys knowing what comes next. I’m a planner. I like control. I own these qualities about myself. Yes, they make me a little neurotic, but I … Continue reading
The last 3 weeks have been like waking up every single morning with the worst hangover of your life – but with no wild night before. I’m fairly certain a Big Mac would cure all of my problems, but actually getting it down is another story. I settle on crackers and ginger ale. My body aches … Continue reading
When you Google about being fat and pregnant you get a TON of info that’s basically all doom and gloom about how you will die, your baby will die, everyone you love will die, and maybe if you weren’t so damned fat none of this would have happened, Fatty McFatterson. The world, especially doctors, hate you, … Continue reading
*I’ve gone back and forth for nearly the last week waffling on if I wanted to share this or not. Is it too early? Is it too soon? Will I jinx myself? What if the unthinkable happens? But alas, SMF is my therapy. My outlet. My safe place – with nearly 2,000 people reading. Sometimes … Continue reading
Damn girl, that's a lot of fattitude 