So… it’s been a while. And for good reason.
I wrote a heartfelt letter to my email subscribers last month sharing some pretty exciting news! I wanted to post it here for my new readers or those who haven’t yet subscribed.
I’ve missed you. Well, your inbox that is.
If you follow me on Instagram, or if we’re friends in real life, you’ve probably seen the news: I’M PREGNANT! And we’re pretty darn excited about it.
Today we are finding out our baby’s gender, and as any first time mommy would be, I am on pins and needles.
These past 15 weeks have been such a rollercoaster of emotions. When we first found out we were pregnant, I couldn’t believe it. I rushed straight to my doctor to confirm with a blood test, and we waited anxiously for that phone call, “Congratulations, you’re pregnant! Just about 4 weeks.”
The next 8 weeks were filled with sleepless nights as I prayed for this little baby to stay put. “Hang tight, bud. After 12 weeks we will be in the clear.”
We told our family and closest friends. We followed our baby’s progression from tomato seed to jelly bean to clementine. I tried to stay active (despite the constant nausea, loss of appetite, headaches, and shortness of breath).
I was so exhausted, and the thought of cooking made me cringe. I could never get enough sleep. Even after 8 hours of rest, I needed a nap by 2pm. I tried to keep up with my blog and social media, but the scrolling made me dizzy. Healthy food made me nauseous.
Then our 12 week mark rolled around. And I swear, just like that, I felt better again.
The point of this prenatal story is that life happens. I remember thinking that I would have this glorious, gluten-free, and “whole” pregnancy. I didn’t realize that I would be lucky if I could keep saltines and ginger ale down. I didn’t know that I would have trouble breathing as my body adjusted to new hormone levels.
It’s tough work growing a human. And I wish it was as glamorous as some women make it look. But at the end of the day, I always feel grateful. Because I know that God has blessed me with the ability to bear children, and for that I am thankful.
I have the rest of my life to be in shape, but I only have 9 months to grow our child. I’m doing my best to stay in shape, and I’m trying to practice 80/20 and balance in my nutrition; but it has been difficult.
So here I am, asking you (especially all the mommas out there)…
When you’re lacking motivation, what helps you get back into it?
Hit reply and let me know!
I’ll chat with you all soon,