Yes, my baby girl, Coralynne, my little bug, is 9 months old!  I can believe it.  She’s grown fiercely but I feel confident to say my husband and I have had the joy of watching her grow step by step.  I’ve been able to run in while color is processing and feed her, cuddle her, watch her play, or just hear her talk.  While my husband is in and out switching shifts with our awesome babysitter who we call, Nannie.  Coralynne loves her and her excitement she shows up with!  It is now August, she actually turns 10 months this month – I just slack on blogging all the time!  But we are summer people!  So far we have had plenty of trips to the pool and two to the beach.  So Coralynne had two weeks of swim lessons.. which made her enjoy and love the water!  She is a water baby, for sure!  The water gives me peace and happiness, as it does my sweet Girl!  I am blessed to be able to work and take time to give my baby some water and sun therapy!  Of course with our SPF and UV-blocker bathing suits and hats!


From 6 to 9 months a lot has happened!  For starters, we moved.  As a family and our businesses, we moved from a little bitty townhouse to, what feels like a ginormous single family home.  But our townhouse was home.  I didn’t realize how much it had turned into my safe place until moving.  We now have privacy and peace and quiet in our new home.  It’s an older home, has charm to it, and good bones – but it hasn’t felt like our home, yet.  With my sweet girl in my arms and my husband by my side, life is complete, but I know she has been feeding off my anxious spirit.. which isn’t ME.  As frustrated as I’ve become, it’s been a fight within to push through.  With the help of my bestfriends, Tony Mom and Dad, I’ve conquered it.  At least as of right now.  Day by day, little by little, I feel more comfortable in our home.  With the pictures being placed, pillows set, and scents that comfort me, I can say we’ve come a long way in two short months.  It’s not always about the now but more about the big picture.  I am blessed to live in a place my child can grow up and walk through our breezeway to see myself and her GiGi working, go in the basement and visit Granpa’s office, venture to the outdoors to find Daddy working out, or just sit in our beautiful loft and color or watch TV.. this house gives us endless opportunities.. and sometimes (as my devotions keep telling me) God allows us to go through tough trials to not only make us stronger but to refocus and give God the glory.  And that’s just what we have done!


With the move we’ve co-slept every night.  Not that Coralynne was ever sleeping in her crib through the night at our townhouse, but we could usually get two to three hours of peaceful sleep without her.. now it’s maybe 45 mins to an hour and a half of sleep without her.  But with my anxiety, some nights I believe her waking up to feed has been more needed for myself than her.  Crazy right?  When we first moved in she was up some nights four times, like I felt like I never slept.  I did lose a few pounds, lol, my body had no idea how to keep up!  But in the end our baby ended up having two top teeth pop through!  She now has four teeth total!  And she finally is only waking up once in the night, maybe twice to feed.  The second feeding usually hits about the time I need to wake up, so that works for us!  If my boob soothes her during the trauma of her teeth coming through, I am a happy.  We have yet to use any teething remedies, Tylenol, or teething tablets.. prayers have already been said that the boob continues to work!  I am so extremely thankful that I have been able to produce enough milk and keep up with her feedings to keep her full and happy!  She doesn’t seem to want to wean at all.  She does eat food too!  She loves bananas and cantaloupe, turkey is the newest with mozzarella cheese, and avocados are finally going down easy!  Some things make her gag, but hey it’s all learning!  She loves to chew on anything!  Anything that soothes her, she is happy as a clam.


The girl loves to pull herself up on anything!  She is getting so strong.  She has just figured out how to shimmy up my leg from a seating position.. the cutest thing ever!  She will be walking before we know it.  I have recently started a new workout that she sits and watches!  Core De Force has been an amazing shift for my Mom and I in releasing any frustration and getting a good sweat on!  Cora watches in her jumper and has started trying some MMA moves.. that may not be the best thing!  LOL!  As hard as it has been getting back into a routine of working out, my body needs it like it needs sleep.  I gain so much from working out and Beachbody has been my jam before Coralynne and after.. the convenience, nothing compares!  I haven’t been able to start running yet, but I hope to in the next week!  My mind needs it.  A run, the sound of ocean waves, and salty air mixed in with my own sweat – a blessing all in itself!  It’ll be a really weird thing to think through, last year I was seven months pregnant running on the sand.. this year I have a nine month old to push in my jogger.  Thinking back I can still feel the pressure when I first had a braxton hick contraction while running.. and then the kicks I felt after each run, my baby telling me good job before she took her morning nap.. incredible!  The plans God had for us!  There isn’t a chance in the world I would be able to deal with a pregnancy this year and that was Tony and I’s plan, to get pregnant in 2017.  Thank GOD for His plans, I would be a wreck!  I feel like Coralynne’s pregnancy was so great for myself because I had an awesome routine and schedule!  I kept my body in check!


Clearly, sunhats are my girls forte!  She is an adorable, cheeky, smiley, enthusiastic, growing, smart, beautiful little lady – I will do my best to keep this up to date.  Cheers to a happy summer! ♥



I can’t believe it.  I woke Tony up briefly to tell him goodbye this morning and to apologize for being, well, sleepy and rude.. he understood.. ad he whispers to me, “Babe, can you believe it?  Our daughter is six months old today.”  No, no I can’t.  Six months ago I was in a hospital room waiting for my parents to join us because I thought I was going to push this child out within three hours of arrival.  Ha!  It’s hard to believe, nine months ago we were watching my belly move around in alien-like ways, reading books, singing, and predicting what this baby of ours would be like.. well Sweet Little Miss is more than we could ever imagine.  Her sweet gummy smiles, her stares into my eyes that turn to a soft smile, her arms raising as she waits for her Momma to grab her, the little grunts I hear, her arms flailing during feeding, her little giggles, her fake cough that she knows Momma has given in to – my sweet baby girl has changed my life!  I’m in awe that she belongs to Tony and I, she is so perfect in so many ways!  A smart little cookie that knows how much her Momma and Daddy love her.
DSC00042Being a Mom has been the most life fulfilling, heart warming, over joyed, loving thing I have been blessed with.  I sleep less than I did when she was a newborn and I can only embrace it because I know sooner than later it will be over and she will be sleeping through the night.  As a breastfeeding Mom – it’s my job to give her what she needs, and if food at 1 am and 3:30 am is it, you got it baby!  She may be a princess and I may be weak for giving in, but I love her so much that I enjoy the sleepless nights because it’s for her!  I remember when we first came home, the way she slept on me I imagined was how she was in the womb but vertically.. oddly enough this morning I went to grab her before heading out and she was laying vertically on the bed.. when God makes the full circles for me to notice, I can’t help but give Him the praise because this child of mine is His.  He set all of this up in His timing.  Lord knows, Tony and I had a lot planned to do before adding a baby to our lives.. boy does that sound selfish.. but you know what I mean!  I thought I had our life planned, but now I truly understand that God has the plan.  Not only for my life but for Tony and Coralynne’s, too!  I can only pray she follows the footsteps of God ♥
DSC00277One of my devotions this morning had me in awe, something so basic but hit home on my daughters 1/2 birthday.. “We love because He first loved us.” 1 John 4:19.  Nothing could be truer.  Because our God loves me I am able to love this little lady to pieces!  And to think God loves us more than that, I can’t even describe the feeling except it gets me all in my emotions and I don’t have time to cry this morning 😭😂 trying to describe how much I love and admire my Coralynne, and then it hits me that God loves me THAT much more!  Like, how?! All I can do is thank Him.  Thank Him for this beautiful Angel of ours, our sweet pride and joy, oh Coralynne – you melt our hearts. 

4 months 25 days

Hello teething.  As a new Momma, life got a little scary yesterday.  My sweet girl couldn’t get comfortable.  She was drooly and a runny nose, Lord help me.  Seriously!  Tony was off to work and I was left trying my best.  The key I found, ware her out.  Play, play, play.  Then feed.  Then let her get comfy on my chest.  With the runny nose, she wasn’t sure how to get comfy!  And I can’t blame her.  I feel so bad for her.  It’s the first time I’ve felt helpless.  In those moments I know a praying Momma isn’t helpless.. better than any medicine at that!  Sweet, simple prayers that my baby is soothed by God’s healing.  And others, “Jesus, please let the tooth pop through!!!”  I imagine it’s going to be a few days or weeks of this so having two days off to prep me has been a blessing.  I know this is nothing, but seeing my baby in pain is so hard!  But she always begins and ends with a smile through it all!

It was our first snow day of the year.  Usually I’ll bake some goodies, clean, and then relax and do nothing.. well there’s a first for everything right?  Nothing got done around the house yesterday.  Coralynne came first.  Making sure she was comfortable was my first priority.  The gym?  This week isn’t even in my schedule.  Is it my fault?  Yes of course.  I could wake up and sneak out of the house.  But the only thing that soothes this child when in such discomfort is the boob.  And Tony doesn’t have that, so for my child’s sake I’m here at the first cry.  Or like this afternoon, after 20 minutes of crying.  I made the mistake of pumping while I was off with her today.  What made me do such a thing?  I did notice that my milk supply is off.  Tony said it’s from the stress that I’m feeling from Coralynne.  Although he’s no lactation consultant, I’m pretty sure he’s right.  I’ve drank a ton of water too but have noticed she’s eating more which I am so okay with. 

I’ve tried a lot to keep her calm.  And I promise she’s calm in the picture above, just hootin’ and hollerin’ at me while I was getting my coffee.   I tried the cold washcloths in chamomile tea, breast milk in a mesh bag, all sorts of teethers.. this girl ends up throwing it all overboard!  Makes me laugh every time.  The mesh bag seems to keep her happy, I put frozen milk in it which she really sucks on.  I advise all Mommy friends to try that!  When I took my vitamins this morning I was praying the nutrients would go to her, keep her immune system strong!  I also took a bath with her this morning.  Added a little Frankincense and Lavendar oil to the water.. we could breathe like champs!  My nose was so clear and hers too!!  After a long soaking, we got out and I applied Frankincense, Lavendar, Lemon and Peppermint with coconut oil to the bottoms of her feet.  She was so calm and happy to be breathing while laying on her back, she soon fell asleep and slept for some time!  Thank God.  My Mom and I had talked that morning and getting her to eat and sleep wast goal for the day and it was happening.  And Coralynne was comfortable at that, Mom win!  Tony thought I was crazy to put oils on her but I’ve read a lot about oils and babies.  The comparisons of oils and baby Tylenol.. and me being Danielle.. oils over medicine any day!  Until they really don’t work.  As for now, I can put them on her feet, put some socks on, feed her and get her to sleep comfortably and I’m convinced they’re working. I’m sure tonight I’ll be up a few times to feed, wipe her nose, hold her, remind her I’m here and get back to sleep.  I’m 100% okay with this even knowing I work 9-8 tomorrow.. this is my girl and she needs me and being all I can be is my job, God’ll give me strength and energy tomorrow!  She was talking up a storm tonight, unlike lastnight.  I think we are on the way to a tooth coming in or Coralynne getting used to a runny nose!  Regardless, I’m feeling pretty happy that my girl is feeling better!  We ended the night with GiGi singing Love Shack to her and Granpa laughing hard behind as they heard her really giggle for the first time!  I know their hearts were melting as mine and Tony’s were too.  Moments I’ll never forget.  Thankful for my phone camera and the crappy quality picture I have 🙂 

Oh, the diffuser is running – Lavendar and Frankincense fill the air.  Prayers my girl is comfy and we all get some sleep tonight! ❤

0-4, just like that!

As I sit here – 10:45 PM, with my angel sleeping on my chest, seeming double in length and weight, gripping my family necklace – I want this moment to last forever. She and my husband and fast asleep, but I can only soak it all in because I know the day she doesn’t want to sleep or snuggle with me.. I’ll be happy I didn’t move tonight m. I want time to standstill in moments like these. Blessed beyond measure, an overflowing heart of gratitude. God blessed me with an amazing daughter and husband. A husband who respects my wishes when asked to come to bed and denied because I want to snuggle with my girl. And a daughter, who for now, loves every single ounce of me just as I do her. The love I have for this almost four month old child of mine is indescribable. She’s rolling, cooing, giggling, eating her feet, smiling, staring.. I love her more and more everyday. And I know Tony does too! After long workdays; I find my peace sitting with her. As many times as she lifts her head, slams it on my chest, whatever she needs to do to be comfy.. I could kiss her a million times, well I probably do. And my Mom said she did the same to me, lol, and I regret all the times I told her to stop! Knowing one day, Little Miss will and my heart will break for a split second. She’s four months old on Monday. The prettiest, smartest, happiest, most loving four month old I know to date 🙂💞

Labor Day, Finally!

October 19th, 2016 9:30 PM:  Tony suggested it was time to go to bed, we needed to get rest for all that was to come.  My parents were anxiously running around the house it seemed, doing what?  I had no idea at the time, but my Mom was telling her clients that I was in labor and they would have to reschedule their appointments and my Dad I think was still thinking I should drive to the hospital at that moment.  He makes me laugh!  Me on the other hand, I was getting all my last minute stuff together!  Did I have enough clothes for myself and the baby?  Packed up my makeup essentials and probably a few extra things in panic.  Meanwhile I was having contractions every four minutes.  My contraction timer app on my phone told me to go to the hospital multiple times.. Tony wanted to listen but I knew better.  By the time I was getting into bed the contractions settled down and became every 6-10 minutes apart.  Just like I thought, this was going to continue for the next few days and I would be induced like my doctor had told me.  It was time to sleep any I could and begin the next day like I had previously done..  (Before going further – you can read here what lead up to, well, labor day!)

October 19th, 2016 11:00 PM:  Okay, contractions never did stop.  Every 5-7 minutes they rolled in.  The pain would begin as I was laying there, at this point I stopped waking Tony to tell him – I jumped out of bed to bend over, squat, all-fours on the bed, stand.. anything but lay down.  Laying down made me almost cry.. Lord help me because I knew this was just the beginning.  I was learn what laboring position felt better during each contraction for my own body.  During and after each contraction I had to use the restroom, it may be TMI but for those who are wanting to try all natural childbirth.. you go #2 a lot during this time.  Seriously, after every few contractions I would go to the bathroom.  I guess Tony was lucky he was sleeping through it!  I eventually woke Tony up before midnight to tell him about the pain and frequency of the contractions.. he said to call the doctor!  He got our labor and delivery card the doctor office gave us, dialed, and got to the doctor on call.  We explained I was having contractions 5 minutes apart but then one would jump to 6 or 7 minutes apart.  She said, “Stay home, don’t come in, it’s your first baby.”  Me on the other end.. I was annoyed and irritated!  I asked her what more I could do, this had been painful for about three steady hours.  She advised me to take a bath and relax the best I could..

October 20th, 2016 1:00 AM:  I told Tony I was taking a bath.  I got up, started the bath water, went through about two contractions, used the bathroom, and started guessing how many times I would have to get out of the bath to use the bathroom.  Ugh, what I pain I thought!  Again, better off that Tony was asleep because I probably wouldn’t be the nicest at this point.  I got in the bath and got as comfortable as could be.  The contractions rolled in but they weren’t as strikingly painful as laying in the bed would be.  Good I thought, this is good.  I was able to manage the pain, breathe the contractions through.  I slowly started dozing off during contractions, fine by me!  The more rest the better..

October 20th, 2016 1:50 AM – 2:05 AMOUCH!  I woke up in excruciating pain.  I mean, pain I had never felt before.  Contractions that, well if you think of a mountain as the pain this was the mountaintop!  For fifteen minutes I had 4 contractions that put me in a panic that it could be possible for my baby to be born in my bath tub.. get out of the bath..

October 20th, 2016 2:10 AM – 2:45 AM:  I woke Tony up informing him that I just had had contractions back to back that I didn’t time but they were quick and intense.  I honestly think he would have ran out in boxers if I didn’t tell him to just calm down a minute and let me time some more.  I really didn’t want to get in the hospital and 1.) Be sent home or 2.) Be admitted too early that my labor would stop.  We timed the next four contractions.  2-3 minutes apart, called the hospital and told them we were on the way.  Immediate thoughts all going through my head:  Text my Mom.  Get dressed.  My bag.  Tony, our speaker.  Phone charger.  My bag.  The diaper bag.  Boppy.  A snack?  Water.  Wake my parents up.  Oh my gosh my baby is coming.  Ouch, that one hurt.  Panic?  Cry?  Jesus help me through this.  When I come back to this house we will have our baby.  Tony.  Panic?  I’m cold and shaky.  Cry?  Go wake Mom up.  God is with me.  Ouch.  When I finally walked in to my parents room I whispered Mom and Dad a couple of times.  Finally nudged her and when she woke I thought she was going to either flip off the bed or whack my dad!  I told her about the doctor, bath and contractions and we were headed to the hospital.  She ran out of bed  and got me a necklace, my GiGi’s cross necklace that she put on me.  So much symbolism in one piece of jewelry.  I wolfed down a banana and refilled my water, going through my checklist.  Tony had already started the car and was waiting for me to join him.  At some point I wanted to stay, I wanted to keep this baby inside me, I suddenly felt fearful and panicked.. but then a contraction came and I was reminded this baby was coming regardless of anything I felt!  As I held back my emotions, my parents walked me to our car after the I said goodbye to the dogs.  Hugs and kisses, still I was holding back so many emotions.  Even as I write this I hold back the tears.  Why?  I was having a baby and my whole life was about to change in ways that I had no idea!  I was my parents babygirl and I knew they were relating in the emotion we were holding in.  Although, sometimes I wish I would have just cried and embraced all them just once more as their “babygirl.”  But I didn’t, I wanted to remain strong and carry on as I did.  Maybe they cried when I left and maybe a few tears were let loose as I left but we were headed to give birth to our baby, get excited!  Before we exited our neighborhood I had told Tony I needed to get my playlist going.  “Birth” I had labeled it, filled with Hillsong United and one Kari Jobe song.  Call me crazy, but this was my meditation music.  I listened to Hillsong United almost every morning while getting ready for work and the fourth day after finding out I was pregnant, I was in Texas with Tony seeing them LIVE!  Talk about a full circle!  My in-laws had also sent videos for me that Tony shared while we were driving to the hospital, the tears came back!  It would have been so easy again to just lose it but I held it together, knowing my family from both sides believed in me and was waiting to love both our newest addition and I!

October 20th, 2016 3:15 AM:  We arrived at the hospital.  The woman ahead of us was severely vomiting and Tony shoved me to the other side of the waiting room.  Gross, I didn’t want anything to do with that before giving birth.  The nurse came a greeted us, offered me a wheelchair.. and so the three of us walked from the ER to Labor and Delivery.  Room #1 they put us in.  Of course it probably was like 131 or something, but the nurses called it Room #1 and it was the first door from the entrance to L&D.  Perfect!  We had all our bags.. I advise momma-to-be’s to leave it all in the car!  Bring your phone, charger, speaker, whatever for labor but you don’t need anything else at this point.. our first time parent mistake 🙂 They gave me my gown and so it began.  The socks they gave me barely fit because I was sweating and my legs were even more swollen then I started with.  What the heck, I thought.  Why am I so hot?  I asked the nurse and our room was at 75 degrees which was not going to work for me.  She quickly put it to 65 degrees, thank the Lord!  My parents were texting me that they would leave when I told them to.  They eventually left on their own because, let’s be honest, during natural childbirth there is no time to text people back!  Tell them sorry in advance.  My parents showed up at some point and were just as excited as me, Tony was the focused on at this point.  The check-in process was a little longer due to some hiccups in the paperwork but my doctor was on her way to check me..

October 20th, 2016 6:00 AM – 9:40 AM:  My parents left the room and the doctor who I had talked to at midnight was still on call until 7AM.  “Guess what you’re at?” she said to me.  “5 centimeters?”  “Guess again,” she said.  “7 centimeters?”  Yes!  I was at 7 centimeters.  This baby would be here in no time I thought!  She even told my parents it would be soon, the baby was low, very minimal pushing she told them.. we were pumped!  Tony kept telling me how proud he was.  Because I was so far along they did want to monitor the baby’s heart rate and give me an IV of fluids.  At first I was irritated because I had been so active the first 7 centimeters I wanted to continue, but trusted their advice to have me monitored.  By the end I was extremely grateful for these two things!  They offered me the exercise ball to bounce on to try and break my water.  Absolutely!  They told me I could get my music going, my Mom pulled my binder of bible verses out to start reading and they were bringing me ice chips.  Life was good!


Bouncing on the exercise ball, 7 centimeters dilated, Hillsong United playing & reading through my binder of printed bible verses.

A binder of bible verses?  Before you judge me too harshly, I found verses that were encouraging as if I were running a race.  I always resorted to music and verses to get me through the finish line of my 1/2 marathons, why would I think labor would be any different?  I trained my body, worked out almost everyday of pregnancy, tried my best to eat healthy as I would for a running race, drank a gallon or more of water a day.. this actually seemed to be more intense training as I had a growing baby in my belly!  I trained my mind too.  I did my Mommy devotional every morning – allowing me to acknowledge the miracle God had done already with my baby and seek Him every morning to fix my eyes on the right things instead of the negative worrisome things that come into pregnant women’s minds!  I was preparing during pregnancy and would use everything I learned during labor as well.  Meditation & breathing.  I also was focused on being more in love than frustration and hate..  This baby was made in love and Tony and I wanted to bring “it” into a room full of love! ♥

As I bounced on this exercise ball I had no progress.  My water wasn’t breaking and I wasn’t dilating.  The nurses shifted and my new nurse, GiGi (we called her, ironic?), swore she could break my water.  I moved to the bed, laid on my left side as she placed this peanut ball between my legs, during each contraction it was extremely uncomfortable but I imagined my water being squeezed too.. still no breakage!  Lord have mercy.  My brother was on the way but in traffic, panicking he’d miss the arrival of his niece or nephew.  I knew my body was waiting for him.  When he and his girlfriend arrived I knew my water would break so soon!  Nope.  Still nothing but discomfort with this daggon awkward ball between my legs!  Oh boy.  I was frustrated as my contractions worsened and I had no idea to handle all the pain.  The nurses were really great about honoring my birth plan as much as they could and I respected the parts they didn’t.  I’ll share my plan with you, we stayed as simple and to the point as possible, knowing some things could go unplanned:

Birth Wishes for Baby Plath
Thank you for your help and guidance this far.  These are what we would prefer to have for a natural, unmedicated childbirth ultimately wanting a safe and healthy delivery for baby and mom.
-Allow labor to begin naturally, in baby’s own timing.
-Allow water to break on its own.
-Once admitted, intermittent fetal monitoring to allow mom to be as mobile and comfortable as possible during contractions.  If available, a wireless monitor for the ability to move as much as possible during labor.
-Limit the number of internal examinations, only when necessary.
-Would prefer not to have an IV, but if necessary please use hep-lock.
-No antibiotics/drugs unless discussed with both parents and doctor.
-Mom is allowed drinking fluids/eat snacks to stay hydrated and energized.
-Let cord stop pulsing as much as possible before cutting, then allow dad to cut if possible.
-Allow placenta to deliver naturally, avoiding pitocin.
-Mom and baby have skin to skin immediately and perform breastfeeding as soon as possible.
-Delay newborn procedures at least an hour after birth.
-Preservative free vitamin K shot.
-No eye ointment.
-No Hep B shot.
-Delay the first bath, really only hair wash, with both Mom and Dad present or performing the bath.

October 20th, 2016 9:45 AM:  My nurse, GiGi, came in to see how I was doing and they checked me.  I was 8 centimeters but my water was still holding tight.  Since it hadn’t broke she did offer to have my doctor come and break my water, very timidly might I add.  Tony and I looked at each other, nodded, all else out the window – YES PLEASE!  They were going to all the doctors office and see who could come down (our dr’s office is connected to the hospital.) and I begged they request my normal OB doctor!  She said she’d try but until then if I was feeling up to it we could walk the halls.  Sounded good to me, get up and moving, onward Tony and I went.  8 centimeters, walking with a smile and a Popsicle in hand – the nurses were astonished!  When the first contraction came as we were walking, I had to bear down and hang on to Tony.. it was PAINFUL.  I must’ve just hit 8 centimeters because it was all a new pain and I suddenly had to go to the bathroom.  As we scurried back to our room I was sweating in a panic from the pressure.  When I sat, Tony had to help me because when I bent it hurt, I think he saw it in my face and could see the new pain I was feeling.  I then even burped, throw up?  I didn’t but I wasn’t sure of the changes my body was going through.  We got back up and walked around some more.  Another contraction, holy cow.. as I was bent over hanging on to Tony, my doctor came around the corner.  What a relief to see him!  Or so I thought.  He asked me why I wasn’t in bed and to get there.  We walked to my room, I got all hooked up and he broke my water and there was meconium.  Instant panic knowing the baby needed to come out and quick!

October 20th, 2016 10:00 AM – 12:00 PM:  Instant intense contractions.. the nurse did tell me it would be rough.  I was in transition.  The part where most people say women beg for the epidural.  The NICU nurse visited and said if the baby didn’t cry she would take it immediately and bring it back after they did what they needed to do, she was sorry in advance. Oh Lord, please no, all this work.. I wanted to hold our baby right after.. trying to stay calm it was really almost impossible until I refocused.  Thank God for my music.  I seriously had to go to another world.  I had to focus during every contraction knowing what would be would be.  I slowly forgot about the possibility of our baby being taken away and was distracted by the painful contractions.  It was a team effort!  Tony was getting his hand smashed in my right hand.  My Mom was watching me and praying on my left.  My Dad would go to the end of the bed and put his elbows on the bed with his forearms up and I would pitter, patter my feet against his arms.  Well maybe lightly kick was a better term.  My brother and his girlfriend stood and watched, paced and probably prayed themselves.  My brother was so uncomfortable seeing me like this.. as well as everyone but he may have been in pain for me!  Tony too.  Between this time was when Tony broke down, he couldn’t stand seeing me in this pain knowing there was nothing to be done to help.  Thankfully my Dad was there to support him as I could lay there and only grin to tell him I was okay.. I would be okay.. that I love him.. and then a contraction would come.  Sorry can’t talk, had to focus and since I was on my left side, he was standing behind me unable to see my face.. but my Mom could.  Who also now thinks I’m just so strong.  But at that point strong was all I could be!  I was almost there.  Two centimeters to go and then this baby would be here.. Our baby was coming!

October 20th, 2016 12:15 PM:  I was now finally at 10 centimeters but I still had to wait a bit to start pushing.  How annoying I thought.  SO finally, they said I could start pushing after multiple contractions and lingering pains of, well pooping the bed!  They called the doctor, he told us he was going to have lunch but I could start pushing.  Well that was not what I was hoping for.  We all got in position – Tony was holding my right leg, my Mom my left, and my Dad (yes he was in there but couldn’t see anything!) was in charge of pushing my shoulders up and reminding me to put my chin down.  While sneaking his phone on video mode and recording the labor and delivery from our perspective..  After learning how to push and finally seeing the “dark long hair” (lol) the nurse called my doctor in!  He arrived, joking about hair and highlights, just all chatty with the family – we were ready to meet our baby!  I honestly thought I was sleeping between pushing, I was exhausted.  I could only tell them I needed strength, I felt helpless and pitiful with how tired I was.  They kept telling me I could do it.  I remember Tony telling me how strong I was, my Mom telling me I was at the finish line of my race and to focus on my doctor, the nurse Nora telling me to breathe and focus, my doctor telling me one more push and my dad telling me, “You can do it Dan.”  This push I was in pain and was so tired but pushing my hardest – my Mom telling me, “He’s right there Dan, push!” and Tony, I will never forget the sound in his voice when he told me, “It’s right there baby, push baby, you got it!”  When he said it his voice was cracking and I knew our baby was coming out!  The pain suddenly disappeared, I felt a huge relief after I thought I was going to rip in two, and I could hear the loudest cry from our baby while the doctor sucked it’s mouth and cleaned some of it’s face off!  The doctor told us the head and shoulders were out, just a little more push to get the body out which was easy!  One more push and this baby was on me!  The doctor said, “We have a girl!”  The cries from myself, Tony, my Mom and Dad are unforgettable.  Cries of utter amazement and joy!  “My baby, my babygirl, Coralynne!”  I couldn’t describe the happiness and love instantly between my babygirl and I.  Tony had to cut the cord quick and they took her to clean her up, but she was still in our room!  The NICU nurse jumped for joy when Coralynne cried knowing she wasn’t needed.  My Dad was able to get it all on video, simply amazing.  Seeing her get cleaned off, weighed, her tests done, Tony’s shock as he see’s her, her spitting up for the first time, Tony holding her for the first time.. oh my heart!   God was with us the whole day and blessed us, blessed us more than words can say!  Seeing the joy this baby puts on our families face.. I never imagined such a feeling!

I think my family filled up the waiting room.  My doctor clicked the music on allowing everyone to know a baby was born!  He excitedly asked who was going to tell the family.. my Mom would have but she was stuck by me..literally stuck!  The equipment barricaded her in LOL!  So she was stuck with me while the boys watched Coralynne get cleaned up.. thankfully because I needed someone to be shocked with!  We sat and talked about the amazement of me giving birth to this beautiful little girl, how shocked we were because all the wives tales were pointing to boy!  The placenta was giving the doctor some trouble, wasn’t coming out easy and when it finally did I was bleeding.. a lot.  They gave me two bags of pitocin to ensure the bleeding would stop, thankfully I had my IV, in although in my birth plan I didn’t want it!  I needed the IV and the fluids during labor or else I truly don’t think I would have been able to push her out as quick as I did.  I thank God everyday for this perfect babygirl! Everything happened as it was supposed to, I had my plan and was able to stick to most of it and our Coralynne was born October 20th, 2016 at 1:26 PM making our family complete ♥

“I can do all things through Christ who strengthens me.”  -Philippians 4:13

The Anticipation

39 weeks.  I was so grateful to say I ran a mile with my wasn’t an easy one.  Between the colder air and bigger belly.. I tied the running shoes up when we got back and a piece of my heart went with them.  Dramatic right?  Running is such a therapy to me.  After a run, even a mile, puts me in a great mood.

All the endorphin’s, the accomplishment I soon as I am cleared to go I’m sure I will be running my loop with the baby in the stroller!  Who knows, I find out in two days if I’m dilated at all and if not I may just put em back on and run 15 minute miles, anything to keep me busy!  It’s so funny to see people’s reactions when they find out I’m still running.  Actually, working too.  My schedule is booked until my due date and I’ve already told the boss that in the case of my date passing by and baby still cooking, I’d love to book more appointments!  My doctor told me to keep doing everything – he see’s the easiest labors in the women who work up until their due date.  I’ll take that advice!

Monday October 17th, I had my 39 week appointment – I found out I was maybe a fingertip dilated and 70% effaced, which I had been the previous appointment.  My doctor then decided to tell me it was important I understood they didn’t allow anything past 41 weeks and the office would be calling me to schedule an induction for 41 weeks on the dot.  October 28th.  I left the office, trying to keep it together.  I mean I wasn’t full term yet, there was still time and days to come to go into birth naturally.  But what if?  The what if’s were endless.  Anxiety stricken, Tony and I briefly talked but coming home and seeing my mom I practically broke – emotionally. I hated hearing that I would have to be induced.  I mean my gosh, I worked way too hard this pregnancy to let the doctors tell me when it needed to end because of their timeline.  In the Bradley world (remember, we took 12 weeks of classes to train ourselves to have a Bradley/Husband Coached childbirth.) full term isn’t until 41 weeks and 3 days and the placenta is good and healthy until 44 weeks.  Not that I would want to go to 44 weeks but my argument is to give my body time to do what it wants.  Don’t pressure me and add unnecessary stress when I wasn’t even at 40 weeks yet!  Needless to say, my mom understood what I was feeling while Tony thought I was giving up on all my goals.  That wasn’t the case but I knew if they decided they had to induce that medicine would only interfere with my goals.  And yes, I went into this whole pregnancy with an open mind – ultimately it was about the baby and I’s health.  As my day went on, my clients came and went, and all assured me regardless of what the outcome was, it would be okay.  Of course I agreed and finished my workday on a happy note, ready to eat my Korean dinner.. spicy kimchi soup!  That evening I told my mom the next morning we were going on a run, two miles, to the top of the neighborhood and back.. she said we would see and I told her we were doing it!

Bright and early, up with coffee in our system ready to go!  As I did my devotions, I was preparing for the first mile.  It’s a steady, grueling uphill that was a real battle at this point in pregnancy.  My mom was really helpful in just letting me deal and fight myself, (lol) because lets be honest, when you’re struggling who wants to talk?  Tug, our 9 year old golden retriever went with us.  Allowing us to only go so fast, but still run at a comfortable pace!  After the first mile, we made it and we walked for about a minute, then picked it back up.  The idea of heading downhill back home sounded glorious and made it easier to get going!  But while running home my body was having some new pressures.. mom and I walked when necessary but really I was trying to push through. I made it and had a full day of work ahead of me!  A 9am-8pm workday that I was determined to get through the day!

Upon getting ready for work I noticed I was a little more crampy.  Not contractions, but noticeable cramps that were new with some pressures that weren’t getting stronger but I could notice them.  Around 4pm I noticed I lost something while going to the bathroom.. in a panic with clients in the salon I wasn’t sure what to do.  I learned about losing my mucus plug while in my Bradley classes but who knew what it would really be like!  After about a half hour I finally said something to my mom, who was ecstatic!  And I was too!  But I could feel crampiness increasing and I could tell my anxiety was heightening.  Of course I was excited to become a mom but also the nerves of Labor Day were setting in!  My last two clients are great friends of mine who both just always encourages and listens to what goes on in my life.  They were just as excited but were also wondering why I was still working.  Well why not?  If I stopped I would be bored out of my mind!  I needed to stay busy and keep my mind off the pain to come my way.  While finishing up my last client my dad told me what was for dinner, buffalo chicken tenders atop a spinach salad.. YUM!  By the time I finished my client I was ready to be off.. feeling exhausted and crampy while also still losing bits and pieces of my mucus plug!  One time I even called my mom in to make sure I wasn’t bleeding, yes we are that close.  She assured me this is what happens and it was okay!  By the time dinner was over I was ready for bed, I stretched a little and was ready for a full night sleep.  HA!  Not gonna happen.  Contractions began, 7-10 minutes apart what seemed like the entire night but I’m sure it wasn’t that often.  Laying down was extremely uncomfortable, when a contraction came I had to jump out of bed into a position.  Bending over on the bed seemed to be the comfiest, but still painful.  I told Tony to get some sleep because it was all enduring myself.  The morning finally came, I got up and joined my mom for some coffee.  Still having contractions I only had a half day of work that afternoon and we had a lunch planned with my grandparents that I didn’t want to miss.  Honestly, I didn’t think I would go into labor.  I figured this was just the start and fun of it all, but I still had so much time because the doctors told me about induction.. I didn’t think things could change so quickly.  We teeter tottered about whether Tony and I should join them for lunch.. a 45 minute drive.. what if?!  Exactly, what if I went into labor – we would be closer to the hospital!  So we went on a little walk and all got ready to get on the road.  Contractions every 10-15 minutes just breathing through and drinking my water while I still could.  At lunch, I felt a little out of it.  Hungry, but not.  Tired, but happy to be with family.  Trying to make the best of my few last days pregnant!  On the way home I fell asleep, woke up to a contraction and fell back asleep.  I worked 2pm-6pm, I could do it!  My mom mentioned that this was the first day I looked tired.. tired of being pregnant and truly uncomfortable.  Funny enough, she said when I had a contraction she would look at me and think, “Is this my daughter?”  The look on my face, the concentration, I put myself in another world to get through each contraction and she was quite impressed!  Tony was not liking the pain I was in, sitting and breathing through it helped mask the pain and keep him calm as well as myself.  By the end of my last client I had to pause, step away, and really breathe through the pain.. my client asked that I didn’t dry her hair and get some rest.  Okay.  I could handle that, I made it through four haircuts and two colors, if I didn’t dry one head of hair as the paying customer insisted, I was okay with that.  I was really feeling the contractions at this point but they were still 7-8 minutes apart, not anything serious.  At 7:30 my mom was encouraging me to go on a walk with her, we went probably a half mile or so.. contractions still the same.  My dad came home with jalapeño everything.  Kettle chips, popcorn, homemade jalapeño poppers, jalapeño stuffed cheddar burgers.. you name it and we had it!  I ate half the bag of kettle jalapeño chips and already noticed a change occurring.  Bathroom break was instant!  Tony got home from work and we sat for dinner, by the end (20 minutes later) I was having contractions every 5 minutes!  My dad was so happy and was ready for us to head to the hospital, little did he know all the time that was to come.. but my birth story deserves it’s own post, stay tuned 🙂

3 weeks to go!

Clearly, summer isn’t my time to shine for blogging!  I get way too preoccupied relaxing in the sun, getting some extra sleep, trying to keep my workout routine, and focusing on anything but sharing about my pregnancy!  I have still had a really smooth and uncomplicated few months!  Here are the pictures that can bring you up to speed.  You can clearly see my summer tan is fading and my eyes seem to look a little more tired, long work days where I forget to take my weekly picture during the day calls for a lousier one in the evening.  From the 29 week beach picture to the 26 week huge belly showing, we have been showered with three different celebrations within a month!  Talk about an extremely blessed family Tony and I are.  It’s a tad overwhelming.. but I’m happy to say I have until Thursday of this week to get my thank-you’s out from the last shower, LOL!

I’m currently 37 weeks, eek, and haven’t noticed any braxton hicks contractions – Tony and I did notice last night that the baby is setting a lot lower, but I don’t notice any different pressure or pains.  I will say – the sleepiness that I felt in my first few weeks of pregnancy has returned.  I can sleep through my alarm for an hour no problem!  When we first conceived, looking back at the calendar, I literally slept in over an hour some days.. my Mom and I thought it was the colder days that kept me snuggled in bed.. nope just a growing little poppy seed. Because of my body refusing to get out of bed some days I’ve decided to only workout three to four times a week, depending on my work schedule and who’s around to workout with me!  At 36 weeks, Tony and I still got a 2 mile run in, the week before that my Mom and I ran a few times that week with the max being two miles.  By the end I need to use the bathroom, like in that moment!  So I guess the pressure has changed, but nothing that I feel is tremendously difficult to deal with!  My feet have grown.. the swelling is inevitable at this point so my Sanuk sandals in my 36 week picture will be what carries me through these next three weeks.  I make it a priority to sit with my feet up while my clients color is processing, helping the blood drain from my feet back to the sweet little child of mine!  Thankfully, it’s only my feet.  My hands feel great and my wedding ring is still on and shining.  Tony wanted me to take it off to be safe but I just can’t..

I still get a little emotional thinking abut Tony and I’s one-on-one life coming to an end so soon.  I know we will still get time together of course, but life is seriously about to change in the most exceptional way possible!  I refuse to get upset about it anymore knowing the joy we already experience with this nugget inside of me.  We are so excited for it to be here in such a short time that I literally soak up every minute alone with my bestfriend.  We were talking about things last night, how we are growing and have grown so quickly in the three and a half years we have been together.  From long nights at our apartment, dating and getting to know one another.. every waking second of the weekends were spent together, quickly falling in love like we wouldn’t believe.. to our wedding day, walks on the beach, short trips to get out of town together.. to now quick dinner dates and nights at home cuddled up watching football while Tony rubs this big ol’ belly of mine.. but every thing has led to something better.  A life that neither of us would trade a single thing for!  And now within a month we will have our tiny baby in our hands, our little creation that has already blessed our life in so many endless ways.. it’s an incredible, indescribable feeling.  And I know we both will be so preoccupied and focused on our baby but without a doubt know that the love we have will only continue to grow everyday as we both take on parenting together as a team.  We did talk about how having faith in Jesus makes a whole world of a difference as well.  We don’t worry like many people ask us.. We know everything will be okay and go as planned because the plan is already made, we just are walking through it.  To hear my husband say this to me left me blown away.  When we first met, church and God we briefly touched on but never would I have thought how much he and I would grow together in our faith.  I am extremely excited to start a family on such a foundation with God in the center.  I’ve grown up in a home like that – waking up to the smell of my Dad’s cologne because he snuck in my room and prayed over me before he left for work, praying with my Mom and Brodie before we left for school, praying within our schools, praying before dinner, in any situation we turned to prayer.  I can say I’ve not met many family’s who do that.. but my little family will be following in those footsteps and I couldn’t be more excited!  I have a husband who is just as ready to raise a family around the plan God has for us and start this new chapter of our lives together, the three of us! ♥

As I prepare for labor I’ve been reading about playlists and how music will help relax.  I’ve also been looking into getting the motivation to get through the transition stage.  While most women think this is the point where everyone curses their husband and breaks their hand, I really am trying to turn that leaf over!  Lol, I have my worship music ready and need to get my scripture cards prepared.  While training for half-marathons in the past years or actually any race or goal I set, worship music is my go to.  Whether it was the power song to get my up the hill or the last little bit of energy to get my to the 20 minute mark on the stair master, worship music would be blasting in my ears!  And I’d accomplish whatever it was I was doing.  That’s my goal for labor.  Tony and I have been training for our nugget’s labor day since we found out he or she was growing in my belly.. we can do this together!  And I do my best not to get irritated when people laugh and tell me that’s the last thing I will want to hear.. Tony reading me scripture, well actually Tony just talking in general.. but I beg to differ.  I’m really depending on Tony to help me through this and I know he is taking it as seriously as I am.  And I know he is depending on God to give him strength when it gets hard – when I am cringing from the pain, when I possibly cry from the pain – homeboy is going to have to really dig deep and stay strong for me with the ultimate gift arriving so soon after!!!  Of course – this is my first pregnancy, first birth, and I just am staying positive refusing to be scared of the unknown!  The comfort of knowing God made women to birth babies is enough for me to have faith knowing I will get through my labor!  I’m so excited to share my birth story in a few weeks, hopefully I can get that done sooner than I’ve gotten this post up.. 🙂

A Busy Summer!

Weeks 25, 26, 27 and 28.  What a blur!  Thankfully I take pictures that I am able to look back on and reminisce of the week and new baby things that have come to pass 🙂

25 week recap – this picture is taken under my great grandparents big tree in their backyard.  Their house is now sold so we – my mom, nana, cousin, niece and I – had a glorious photoshoot.  It saddened me that my own baby wouldn’t experience all the fun with its cousins that we all did under the tree.  Climbing, finding Easter eggs, hobbling over the surrounding plants to find the balls hit under the tree.. But what made me even happier is if will be able to live through our memories we share and recreate at their own in the years to come!  Between Grampa and GiGi’s home to Grandma Joni and Grandpa Tom’s, I’m so excited to see and capture all the fun memories that are going to be made!

26 week recap – I worked just a few days and we hopped on our flight to North Dakota!  Packed our PB&J’s, some popcorn, a protein bar for each and drank an excessive amount of water through both our flights.  Bathroom breaks were necessary along with quick feet to make our next flight!  Nonetheless, no issues getting out there and a week of relaxation was due!  

My husband and I have been so busy with work and travel that on our days off it takes longer to get out of bed and the pool seems like the best place to be.  My veins have became predominant, extremely common and (Praise God) painless in my case.  I’m quite aware of them though.. And my mom reminds me to sit as we hustle through our busy workdays.  I’ve decided as I come to my 30 week mark that a day off in the midst of a 6 day workweek is necessary.  Sunday’s are always a clear day in my book – God told us to rest and I take it to the extreme.  Somedays I literally feel like I walked less than 500 steps and Tony is 100% supportive of my laziness.  But now I’m really trying to split up my weeks with even a 1/2 day off, what a difference it makes on my feet and legs.

I have encountered a glorious new side of pregnancy, pelvic pain!  Another completely normal symptom but thankfully there are ways to alleviate it.  I’m so grateful to be married to a personal trainer.. The last thing I want to do is really stretch.. Tony being the sweetest ever, will literally pull my legs and bend them in all directions to ensure that I am properly stretched.  Some nights I feel like a 24 year old car in the shop getting repaired.  Not that I’m in extreme pain, but the importance of stretching has really became clear!  While being pregnant and all the beautiful changes happening, some mornings it takes a few steps to really get moving, nothing worse than scurrying to use the bathroom and hobbling from the pain in my groin.  I am most comfortable sleeping on my left side but as I lay there I have found my right leg pulling down more, when I need to get up my pelvic bone seems to be extremely unaligned.  Literally, woke up welcoming my 27th week in North Dakota, the rehearsal day of my sister-in-laws wedding, feeling like a gimp!  Tony, my mother-in-law and I decided to go for a little 3 mile run which surprisingly felt amazing to my pain!

It seemed to stretch and realign my pelvis.  I was shocked but happy to feel better for a tad.  When we got back stretching was another fabulous idea, I felt great and had no complaints.  But the minute I stopped moving and got back up to walk I was in pain.  That night I did multiple hip rocks and  squatting to stretch and I was feeling like I was on the road to recovery.  The rest of our trip was splendid, a beautiful wedding and multiple days with our family in North Dakota, Mommy felt good and Daddy was as happy as a clam to have a week with his family unit.

The first day back in the groove of things seemed pretty good.  Felt energetic and excited to be back in my normal routine.  I did work out and noticed the pelvic pain, by the end of the day I wanted to cry because it was so new and really I didn’t think there was anything we could do to fix it!  After searching for a pregnancy pillow and not finding what I needed, Tony taped me up with kinesiology tape the next morning – an exercise tape pretty much used to hold everything together and aligned but allowing circulation and blood flow like normal!  What a difference it made in my entire day!!!  Standing, walking, sitting, laying.. I was comfortable and that was all that mattered!  Just the third trimester saying hello right?  I can’t complain too much because the relaxin hormone is a good thing, my bones preparing to relax during labor, I will take all the relaxation I can get when experiencing what seems to be the biggest part of the pregnancy.. LABOR!

Working on my feet all day has welcomed some discomfort in my heal as the baby has added a whopping 2 pounds!  I know my body is producing more amniotic fluid for my little one and let’s face it, everything is still changing!  I’ve welcomed into my life, Crocs The Sexi Flip.  To my pregnant mama out there, game changer!  The cushion in my heel has been amazing, the slight arch support makes me feel like I’m standing on a super foamy mat for 8 hours.  Not really because I do sit in between colors but I love to chat with my clients..they are quick to remind me to sit.  I’m just happy to be healthy and still able to work like I do!  And there is always a light at the end of the end of a busy work week..another vacation!

Moving on up!

Week 22 I was introduced to an active baby of ours!  Starting little by little, now I can feel movement throughout the day!!!  Yes, how exciting right?!  Tony claims the baby moves when he talks through my belly, but I think the baby stops in it’s tracks thinking, “Whoa, that’s my daddy!”  It’s so strange to call Tony a Dad, I know he is going to be superb in every aspect of parenting, I always tell the baby what he’s doing referring to, “Daddy is..”  and every time it makes me want time to standstill because this pregnancy is flying by!  At night we are able to lay in bed and watch my belly move, the thumps are still the most exciting feeling I’ve felt and the most indescribable gift God has given a pregnant momma!  I love everything about my little bump that’s showing and just get so excited to eventually see my belly move completely with the baby’s every movement!  People are already starting to give their two sense – one gal told me it’s a girl because I’m carrying so high..I had to chuckle because Tony told me, “I was watching you walk around in your bathing suit and I have to say, your belly is growing out really low..doesn’t that mean it could be a boy?”  And I’m only 22 weeks!  I’m excited to really pop out and see where I’m setting!
Week 23 we had to make our way to an extra ultrasound.  When our doctor first told us we had to go back I was thrilled and was going to attempt to convince Tony to find out the sex!  That was at our 20 week appointment, the radiologist suggested we get a few extra pictures that the tech hadn’t gotten.  My mind flew past the main focal point and jumped right in to the gender side of it!  Tony wasn’t on board, but I had given us two and a half weeks to talk about it and decide..again.  I knew this would be our last sonogram by our choice and it would be the last chance to find out if it was a boy or girl!  June 27th was creeping up and everything started to change..I started getting completely nervous thinking something was wrong with our baby.  Why would we need more pictures?  Of the heart at that..  The morning of the appointment my Mom and I worked out and I was trying to stay cool, calm and collected.  The baby had been moving all around the night before, Grampa was able to feel a good little kick, the baby was healthy but the devil and I were in a battle.  Needless to say, the last thing on my mind was finding out the sex.  I felt like I could cry before leaving for our appointment and finally admitted to Tony and my Mom that I was having major anxiety, sweaty palms and a knotted stomach.  I put on our Christian music and headed to our appointment.  With Tony by my side, holding my sweaty hand, the moment we saw that squirmy little baby on the monitor I was immediately just excited to see our baby!  We got in and out, cheesy smiles and all, measurements done that were requested by the radiologist and a heart rate of 150.  A little higher than what we were used to but I’d say with my heart rate up from the anxiety, sorry little baby for making you get antsy!


Tony at 2 months, our little baby, and me fresh out of the womb!

As soon as we got home I called to move my 24 week appointment to the day I of to get the results of our sonogram sooner.  Easy switch and I had a week of work until the appointment and then Tony and I were headed to the beach for the 4th of July ♥  My week consisted of continued workouts and I was sure to stick with my well balanced diet, at our doctors appointment I was going to be doing my glucose test.  Who isn’t a little more cautious before that test?  For me, it’s always good to focus on the food my baby is getting and make sure it’s getting all the necessities and nutrients without the harsh products, well myself or the baby doesn’t need!  I love to feel well balanced not only with my workouts but nutrition too – as I ranted about in the previous post.


Snapped after a run and T25 workout, summing up June’s humidity this summer of 16

I will say, before pregnancy and still as I enjoy this first pregnancy of mine, I am thrilled to be pregnant in the summer!  When Tony and I talked about having a baby, our plan was to start trying in the winter of 2016 or 2017 – but God’s plan for us to start a family in 2016 is still just as perfect.  Everyone enjoyed telling me, “Have fun being pregnant this hot summer..”  or “Ooooh, you’re going to really love the humidity..”  All extremely sarcastic of course..  But really, I LOVE IT!  One morning, humid as ever, Mom and I looked at each other and said, “Yes, I can’t wait to run in this and sweat!”  Like mother like daughter, right?  I love to sweat, I love to sweat in hot and thick humidity.  Clearly it’s in my bloodline and I’m surely passing it down to the little gem inside my belly!  One morning, the first morning my Mom/the baby’s GiGi was able to feel the little thumps of our baby, was usually the time we were out for a run or doing T25.  A different morning schedule and the baby was already telling me I needed to get going!  There’s already endless moments where this little baby of ours gives us such joy and happiness from the thumps and jolts of their movements.  I love my 23 week picture, sunkissed skin and damp hair – the life I’d love to live all months of the year.  Hello baby in there!
24 weeks
was enjoyed celebrating the 4ht of July, ironic right?  But before the celebrations began, our baby turned a week older we happily went to our doctors appointment.  I got up, had my coffee like normal, worked out, had a small breakfast, chugged some water and down that small little bottle of clear liquid went.  How delicious.  Who isn’t nervous before this glucose test?  I mean if you test positive your already changing pregnant life is going to be altered from the moment they tell you.  And we were getting the results from our sonogram.  I was slightly anxious to say the least but I love my doctors office so I was able to feel a little more relieved walking in.  They took my vitals and the wait began.  I was having my own celebration because I didn’t gain a pound the month before, that’s a victory I’d say!  The doctor came in and let me know the imaging center hadn’t sent our results over.  Oh boy.  Just what I didn’t need.  We proceeded to wait and then she told me she would call me personally when they came in.  We left to grab breakfast and while waiting for our food, the call came in.  What a relief, the measurements were right on track and our baby is a healthy and growing perfectly!!!  I was instantly so relieved, excited, and ready for our vacation to begin!  To the beach we went, Tony and I plus our little moving baby reassuring me that everything will and always be okay regardless of the fears set in from the doctors.  Even if something was wrong, it would have been okay.  While driving, Tony and I started our deep conversations about parenting and how we feel..concluding with, God is on our side and the faith we have in Him gives us all the reassurance and security we would ever need.  ♥  I was as happy as a clam soaking up some vitamin D!  Sunday the 3rd we decided to venture to the beach and before sitting for the entire day a run was in order!  Tony, my Mom, Paisley in the stroller, and I laced up and started our run – 2.5 miles to the pier and back, 5 total miles at 9AM and a wicked breeze that was life saving.  After two miles we walked that 1/2 a mile to the pier where there was shade.  Ah, how wonderful!  But now we had to go back and I’m sure people thought we were crazy.  I decided to walk .10 and then run .50 or .25, whatever my body could handle because the wind had stopped and it was a humid, thick air we were trying to run in.  When we finally made it, it was the most rewarding run ever!  My Mom says it was harder than a half-marathon and I may agree.  The wind changing, the humidity increasing and the temperature was a mental battle trying to finish the run!  But we did it, with smiles on our face!


5 miles on the sand we love at 24 weeks pregnant!

The 4th of July is always a favorite memory of my family’s.  My great-grandfather, Johnny, taught us all to show our love to America as patriotic as possible.  And the fireworks always seem to bring such joy to us, I just love it!  Our vacation seemed to fly by and leaving my parents perfect little home is always the hardest.  I promise, Tony wakes up on the wrong side of the bed every time asking if we can move there instead of buying where we live now.  But then our sweet little baby wouldn’t have such a beautiful place to vacation to like I did growing up!  So we agree, it’s not the right time and to enjoy every trip we get to be there.  24 weeks in humidity introduced me to slightly swollen fingers and feet that were quickly fixed by elevating both and I had atrocious heartburn that easily was subsided with ice water or milk, thank the Lord.  Tony and I both get so excited that this time next summer Baby Plath will be joining us in all of these summer beach trips – learning to eat sand and to love the salty ocean water!  But for now it’s just so exciting all of the movement we get to feel everyday!  All of the anxiety I felt for a few weeks is gone and now I’m back to enjoying each moment the baby moves.  ♥

Over the hump & now a bump!

Week 21 has made me grateful and loving to my maternity pants and the energy God has given me!  I’ve been blessed with a busy work schedule and very happy clients which means I’m on my feet all day just going.  I’ve been nervous as my pregnancy continues that one day I’ll wake up feeling just like the other pregnant women who are miserable, but thank God I’m doing great!  No swelling, sore limbs, any issues at all!  21 week photo op – excuse the bun, washed and coconut oiled face..if we didn’t take the picture tonight we would have missed the week mark, ya gotta do what you gotta do after working and a day of travel 🙂

With a busy work schedule, Mom and I still get up to run and workout together and with the temperatures rising I’m sure to hydrate, hydrate, hydrate!  Running has been such a therapy to me while being pregnant.  We don’t always talk, sometimes just respect nature and run..until I have to pee..a few seconds of complaints and then back to focusing on my breathing and strides.  With the rising temperatures I watch my hearts are like a hawk, I just make sure I’m maintaining and not skyrocketing suddenly.  T25 has been interesting – a growing belly overwhelming my core, modifications without frustration occur.  I laugh at myself when I can’t move my leg a certain way because I literally feel that my core’s been interesting learning how much my core impacted my workouts!  I never knew that switch kicks and high knees used my core as much as they do, ha!  I guess the baby is taking over some exercises for me, considering some mornings if I don’t wake up immediately after my alarm goes off the baby kicks and nudges me!  I can only smile when that happens.  Preparing me for the months to come. ❤️
I drink five 32 oz. mason jars a day equalling a gallon of a little more.  Some days I work without breaks, I’m sure to sneak a snack when I know it’s going to be a while.  I remember Tony looking at me big eyed when I ate leftover steak, cucumbers and hummus, plus two rice cakes with pb&j on it (my favorite go to snack!).  I explained that I was going to working for a few hours without a break and I needed it.  Which he absolutely agreed!  Bathroom breaks are always occurring, more and more now that the baby is really growing!  Like sometimes, running to the bathroom without peeing is a challenge.  I just count it as  my kegel exercises 😉  I so believe the water, exercise, and food choices make a huge impact on my body while being pregnant.  Protein and carb!  I dare my mommy-to-be friends to try it and compare the energy levels from a balanced diet to and unbalanced while carrying a babe.  I will say, there are days where the balance goes out the window and I eat sugar or starches and I’m tired.  Complete energy difference!  Thankful for my husband and parents who’ve instilled such a great habits within the past three years.  Because, let me be honest, I’m not even at the weight I was when I met my husband to sign up for personal training.  A little more than three years ago I made a change to become healthy and active, meeting my husband who trained me for a few months, dropped 20 lbs and then some more before we said, “I do.”  Of course I’m slowly gaining weight with a precious gem growing inside me, 5 months in and I’m up 9 pounds.  I’m proud of myself.  I want to have my baby born into a healthy and happy home – food, exercise, family, and God make that circle complete for Tony and I.

My devotional this week has been all about focusing on my marriage.  Preparing for a baby and the fun that comes with it can make me easily focused on just that.  Who’s Tony?  Joking, completely.  It’s opened my eyes to how trying a baby can impact our relationship but is intended by God to alter our marriage in a good way.  Before the baby comes, the devotional suggests, Tony and I focus on putting one another’s needs before our own.  Putting our pride aside, learning humility to strengthen our relationship. I’m guilty!  Some mornings I’m so focused and worried about my own schedule that Tony can tell me his and I forget completely.  I loved this one devotion, week 21 day 5, I have to share:

..But where humility graces a marriage, so too enters understanding, compassion, forgiveness, sensitivity, service and submission.  A humble person is so filled with God, so caught up in the grandeur of God and in the satisfaction of knowing Him, that she can be emptied of preoccupation with herself.  A humble person listens instead of concluding her way is best.  A humble person yields to the preference of another rather than tramping his desires.  A humble person hopes for the best from another rather than exporting the worst..

Waiting In Wonder, Catherine Claire Larson 2013

How I strive to become more humble.  Praying God shows me not only to be humble as a wife but as a Mom.  I’ve never understood pride versus humility until this past week.  I strive to be a humble person that outpours into others instead of searching for a weakness.  And most importantly, I pray for Tony and I’s marriage to become all that God wants it to be before our baby is born.  18 weeks to go, no pressure though because I know our marriage is sealed by God.  If we do our part, He will do His, and nothing is more reassuring to my soul. ❤️