Tuesday, February 23, 2016

Doctor's Appointment Numero Dos

Welp, chalk that one up to another thing that happens to me that doesn't happen to normal people. 

Kyle was more upset with the news than I was. He hated giving me the shots in my stomach twice a day when I had the blood clot three years ago. They were painful and I bruised badly. The thought of injecting me now with a growing child inside was too much. I know it's probably impossible to poke it's eye out, but knowing us, we would find a way...

Thankfully, Dr. Oberman compromised with us and said I could do the shots in my butt, thighs, or back of my arms. I was relieved. I was also relieved when we heard the heartbeat and she said everything about the baby looked "perfect." 

I was strangely positive leaving the visit, until my hormones kicked in later that night. The reality of my next six months began to set in as well as my frustration and fear. So what did I do? I cried, sent Kyle to get me an Oreo McFlurry, and watched Vanderpump Rules. This always seems to be my remedy for hard times, only leaving me bloated, in pain, and reaching for the Gas-X in the middle of the night. (It really is a vicious, vicious cycle...)

But after the flood gates closed, my mama bear mode kicked in. I knew that I was one tough cookie and could handle it. As long as the kiddo was okay, I would be okay. The way I look at it is, millions of women have to go through the process of IVF and take painful shots and the end result may not be a child. IVF was looking like a process I would have to endure, but luckily it happened naturally. So if shots is what it takes to ensure my end result be a healthy pregnancy and child, so be it. 

I know this is just the first of millions of sacrifices I will be making the rest of my life for my child. And like all of you other moms out there, I am more than happy to do so. 

But I can guarantee you this, come August - my shots will with one thing and one thing only - much needed Patron. 

Tuesday, February 16, 2016


In reading up on the things I should do during pregnancy, everyone and their mother stressed the importance of working out. My doctor also said it was important to stay active because of my past problems with circulation. (That damn blood clot will always come back to haunt me.)

Luckily, I was already in a pretty good routine pre-pregnancy. I am a total Tracy Anderson devotee. For those of you who don't know her, she is responsible for creating the bodies of people you may have heard of - ahem, Jennifer Lopez, Kate Hudson, Gwyneth Paltrow, and many, many more. 

I had been doing her Metamorphasis DVD's religiously five days a week since March of 2015 and continued with her Continuity program. When I found out I was pregnant, I immediately switched to her Pregnancy Project

Even though the first three months of my pregnancy were tremendously tough, doing Tracy's Pregnancy Project actually made me feel better. It helped with the nauseousness and I actually looked forward to doing it four to five times a week. 

What I love about this DVD set is that there are nine different DVD's for your nine months of pregnancy. Also, Tracy was pregnant as well so I felt totally comfortable that the exercises I was doing each day were safe for me and the baby. 

You wouldn't see me caught dead hoisting huge weights above my head normally, let alone while I was pregnant. (Let's be honest, that requires waaayyyyy too much of my energy, and during my zombie-like state it was definitely not in the cards.) So, I just stuck to walking the dog twenty minutes along with doing Tracy which ranged from 35-55 minutes a day. 

Lord knows my diet went down the tubes the first three months, but sticking with this workout gave me a peace of mind that I was doing all I could to be healthy for me and the baby. 

Everyone has different preferences and routines, but I just wanted to share with you all what I've been able to keep up with and enjoy during my pregnancy. Although, I'm sure you will all werk it out any way you choose to!

Tuesday, February 9, 2016

Mother Knows Best

She has a way with words this one. I only had to wear a full leg cast from birth until 3 years old and then had to walk with shoes with a bar between them, but I think I turned out just fine! Although, I guess the verdict is still out on that one...

Tuesday, February 2, 2016

What's Up Doc?

As we proceeded to sit there in the waiting room (one of us more visibly nervous than the other...) the topic of what I wasn't allowed to eat came up. I started rattling off all of the things they tell you to stay away from, most of which I've probably had these past weeks, when it dawned me -- "Oh, my God. I think you aren't supposed to eat lunch meat. I've been living on Subway and Jersey Mikes. They are part of the select few things that don't make me want to vom!" 

Right then, we see the Ultrasound Tech walk by. My love for cold cuts has now sent me into a downward spiral thinking I am only weeks into this and I am already the worst mother alive. Kyle's response -- "Uh, oh. You know what they are going to say during the Ultrasound, 'Now that's a lunch meat baby right there!'" Aaaaaand on that note, they called us back. 

Now I thought when the lady put the gel on my stomach that she would have to feel around for a while until she found the baby (because that's what happened to Kandi on Real Housewives. My basis for all reality). But as soon as she put it on my stomach, Little One popped right up on the screen! 

I thought I was only a little over 10 weeks along, but low and behold I was already 12. (Details have never been my forte), so I was assuming I wouldn't be able to clearly see anything, but clearly was I wrong! We could see the nose and its little arms and feet moving. 

Kyle and I started screaming "Oh my god!" over and over and were totally geeking out. I'm sure you could hear us outside and were wondering what the hell was going on in there. Then we heard the heart beat, and I immediately started sobbing. I had been so sick for so long and it had been hard to feel excited. But now I could finally see why. And it was so worth it. 

Leaving that appointment, we were on a total high. We decided to celebrate with a nice brunch in Beverly Hills. But before this fanciness could occur, I proceeded to puke in front of my car in the parking garage while cars circled the packed lot around me. Ahhhhh, the memories...