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Post Pregnancy Life

Post Pregnancy Life

Much like we denote time with AD and BC, women with children denote their lives with Pre-pregnancy and post-pregnancy. Because one thing is for sure, you’re never the same post-pregnancy. Whether it be your body, emotional health, lifestyle or future plans, everything is different. There simply is no going back.

But, we are human beings, and most will do everything in our realm of possibility to try. For me, the most important thing about my post-pregnancy life is getting my body back and getting healthy.

So here is my pregnancy detox plan (if you will) starting off with diet changes:

1. Delete fast food from my life.

2. I will be drinking only soy milk. No cow’s milk anymore.

3. My Starbucks lattes will be skinny.

4. I intend to go back to being mostly vegetarian. Considering I don’t cook my own meat and only eat it when I’m out and about, it shouldn’t be too hard.

5. I will continue to limit my caffeine intake.

6. One rule I love that I follow now is I don’t include any SODAS or ENERGY drinks in my diet. I will definitely continue this.

7. One thing I CAN’T wait to do is eat fish!!!!!!! I’m not sure on whether or not this rule continues into breastfeeding, but god I hope not. I MISS fish and especially sashimi and sushi… mmmmmmm

8. I also plan on, eventually, re-entering alcohol into my life. I never plan on continuing my old lifestyle ever again, but being able to have a glass of wine with dinner or a sour ale at the bar will be nice.

And here is my plans for my body:

1. Reintroduce exercise slowly through the use of a personal trainer.

2. Eventually start a running regimen doing intervals that I learned about in Women’s Health.

3. Get back down to my pre-pregnancy weight of around 120 lbs. (Which means I’ll have about 30 lbs altogether to lose… some of those will come off during delivery, the rest…..)

4. Tone up my core, butt, and thighs. And get lifting free weights again. I really do miss the gym.

5. Keep up with yoga at least once a week.

6. My goal is to get back to a 27 inch waist, which is about a size 5 in jeans. Hopefully I can keep some of the new big boobs 🙂

7. And my goal is to do all of this in about 3 months after I can start exercising again. Which will hopefully be in late April (approx 6 weeks after birth).

8. One of the first things I plan on doing is *hopefully* getting tattooed as soon as I can. Going 10 months without a tattoo, especially after a breakup, is HARD for me. I have a tradition where after every relationship (only the major ones) end, I get a piercing or tattoo as a way of moving on and celebrating that part of my life. I know I want to do something for Sophie, I’m not sure yet. I know I don’t want to do the traditional hand/footprint tattoo… that’s overused and boring.

And finally, the plans for my LIFE:

1. Seriously, GO TO DISNEYLAND. I am going to try to go when Sophie is a few months old and stay for the weekend. I just want to go SO SO SO bad, I love Disneyland!!!

2. I want to attend Cristina’s bachelorette party in The Vegas in September, so that will be a big goal of mine.

3. Learn to be happy & comfortable with my post-pregnancy body. Yes, I realize I will have the belly stretch marks, along with the already existing ones on my butt, love handles, and inner thighs. Maybe I can try some sort of “firming” treatment, but in the end, they will never go away, and I will have to learn to love them as a part of myself and I will have to learn how to be sexy again.  Or rather, how to feel sexy again. Yes, it will take some time, and a very special man to find a “real” woman sexy. My boobs will probably sag, and the darkening of my aureolas may never go away. I think overall, out of everything, this will be the hardest to cope with… the bodily changes that you CAN’T reverse. But it does help knowing that there are literally millions of other women out there who have “pregnancy battle wounds” and are still loved and considered sexy by their men.

4. And if that doesn’t work, then I will save up for plastic surgery: tummy tuck & a boob lift.

The waiting game

I do realize it’s been awhile since I’ve posted anything. Anything interesting at least. It’s because my life hasn’t been interesting and I wouldn’t dare bore my lovely readers (all 3 of you) with boring pregnancy-related posts. That’s what my facebook page is for (sorry facebook friends!)

Right now my life is in a stage of waiting… and waiting… and waiting. There are two things, namely, that I am stuck waiting on: 1. My baby coming, and 2. Law School acceptance or denial letters. And neither is there anything I can do about it. And that drives me CRAZY!!! If you know me, you know that I like to be in charge of things. No, not like… more like NEED to be in charge. I need to know, I have an insatiable thirst to know things. Anything. The ending to a long movie. Whether or not the anecdote Justin Timberlake recites in The Social Network about Victoria’s Secret is true (it was). What I am getting for Christmas (if I can look, I will). Who the person that texted you was (not because I’m jealous, but because I HATE now knowing!) And that’s just it. I HATE not knowing something, I loathe it. If I want something, I want it now, if I want to know something, I look it up. Otherwise it consumes me and drives me to the point of insanity and I end up feeling defeated at life because I just can’t know that one thing. There is a shirt that the last time I remember having was my 21st birthday in Las Vegas back in god-knows-when that I don’t know what happened to and you know what? 5 years later, I still think about it. I WANT TO KNOW!!!

So living in a state of waiting is hell for me. It pretty much destroys my entire life and turns me into an obsessive freak. California Western School of Law has a “status checker” for the status of your application with them and I check it at midnight sometimes. As if they’re updating my status and deciding my application at that time. If I order something online, the tracking number becomes my new best friend and I check it daily. Not because I need the package or anything, but just because I need to know where the package is. I don’t care if it won’t be delivered for a year. If I can track it, I’m a happy girl. With Sophie, every time I have a braxton-hicks contraction along with (literally) any other symptom, I immediately google it to try and see if labor is close. So far, it isn’t.

Yesterday I googled “does a lot of braxton hicks contractions mean labor is close?” just because I NEED something on which to measure! I need it!! I need to know!!!!! Realizing that she will come when she wants to and there is nothing I can do I think has been the most frustrating experience of my life. You better believe at 37 weeks (when she is considered full term) I will be trying every single home remedy I can google to start labor. Except castor oil… that just sounds like a bad idea from what I’ve read. I see her moving in my belly and I feel her rolling around and kicking and it’s as if she’s laughing at me saying “I know something you don’t know”. And she won’t share.

I actually think this state of waiting kind of depresses me. I have no desire to do much, go out… then again, that’s just a part of pregnancy anyways. But still, it’s SO frustrating for me that it actually becomes depressing. I think that a big part of it is that the two biggest things that will happen to shape my future are coming, and I have no control over them. Zero. And that’s really a scary thing. All these other people know how my future is going to shape out and I don’t. So I do the only thing I can do… I continue to wait. And wait. And wait. And check my Cal Western status checker 3 times a day to satiate my need to know.

#6: Take a Yoga Class

I’ve always wanted to try yoga, but was afraid I would be bad at it, or not earthy or hippy enough for it. However, being a 24 Hour member has it’s perks in that they offer free yoga classes at every location multiple days/times of the week… so basically they leave you NO excuse to not try it. And since I’m pregnant, and hugely so, I have been hindered from doing my regular exercise routine that I came to adore and enjoy (surprisingly). I figured this way I get the best of both worlds: I still get to exercise, and I get to cross something off my list! Plus, I hear the breathing exercises are good for “labor”… although I’m convinced my labor is going to be very fast and easy (as was the same way she was conceived. Hiyo!!) Anyways, after a phone call to 24 Hour to confirm that huge pregnant ladies can participate safely in the class (we can), I was out of excuses and decided it was time to go. The class I went to is held on Tuesday and Thursday nights at the 24 Hour in Santee at 7:30pm. Even though the first night I went I was extremely tired and sleepy, I forced myself to go anyways. And I was glad I did. Yoga isn’t difficult, at least for me. Before and after every workout session I was stretching vigorously. And the yoga class I participated in was a lot of stretching. And balancing. Most of my workout routine also happened to include balancing as I would do all my arm/shoulder workouts on a BOSU ball. And I was in dance all through high school and college. Turns out my past is actually very well suited to yoga. The only trouble I had was the actual muscle building parts, since I hadn’t worked out in awhile, holding a squat pose proved difficult. I do quite enjoy yoga now, all the breathing and stretching and laying down. It was the most calming workout/exercise experience I have ever had and I plan to continue to participate in yoga for a very long time to come. Bravo 24 Hour for offering these classes!

And the Nominees are…

Well folks, it’s almost that time of year… not Christmas, not New Years, but the time where we all reflect back on 2010 and make a resolution for 2011 that we won’t keep.

I don’t even remember what my resolution was for this year… maybe work out more? Who knows, NYE was a pretty drunk and hazy FUN time. But regardless, I still love getting sentimental and thinking of all the things I’ve been through, seen and experienced these past 365 days (almost) and think about what I can do to improve myself for next year.

I guess the truth of the matter is, making a resolution doesn’t help. If we could better our lives or change aspects of our personality with one promise to ourselves declared one day a year, then we’d all be pretty fabulous people. And we aren’t. Sorry. I think at this point its more of a tradition then something any of us actually take seriously or care about. It’s a question that we are expecting to be asked, and we’d better come up with an answer. Some of us decide to make it serious (lose 150 pounds), some decide to make it funny (sleep with 6 countries of women), others sentimental (reconnect with my husband). Yet, we all come up with an answer. Even “no resolution” is a statement. In fact, now that I think about it, I think last year I came up with some babble about living in modesty: exercise in modesty, drinking in modesty, sex in modesty… you get the idea. My belief was (still is) why should be make a drastic change to ourselves or our lifestyle when I honestly believe we should do a little bit of everything, and give up nothing. Well I can tell you that idea got me into a lot of trouble in 2010.

Although few can say that I lived modestly… I partied WAY too much this year, so much so that my last relationship revolved around who I was as a drunk, and not who I actually was in real life. And once I got pregnant, the real me came out, and well if you know me, you know she’s not NEARLY as fun as drunk Lizzy. I mean, I’m a pretty fun girl, a little crazy, a little sporadic and spontaneous, but overall I’m probably about a 70/30 mix: 70% chill, 30% crazy fun. Well drunk me is more like 20/80: 20% chill, and 80% crazy drunk fun. And that personality is addicting, I will tell you. Having a million friends, someone to party with every night of the week, having crazy stories to tell and funny pictures to look at… It’s the life right? I used to think so, but getting pregnant changed my perspective (I hear it’s known to do that…) and now I appreciate the calm life. What I love the most about forced sobriety is the clarification it has brought to me. But that’s for another blog…

THIS blog is to focus on what I want to change for next year. 2011 will be a year of re-birth (figuratively and literally haha). My Mom recovering from lung cancer after a miracle diagnosis, the birth of my daughter Sophie, the start of law school again, moving into my own place for the first time in my life…  So I will list some resolutions I am considering and let you dear readers pick which one you think is best for me… So at last, the nominees are:

1. Grow my hair out and DON’T cut it.

2. Start being on time.

3. Stop biting my nails.

4. Promise to do one thing from my list a month.

5. Learn to cook.

6. Learn to use my sewing machine.

7. Go back to being a Vegetarian.

8. Find that someone special.

9. Answer all phone calls from friends.

10. Move to North Carolina.

 

So there they are! My Top 10 resolution choices for 2011… Please vote in the comments section, and I will tally them up at the end of the year and make a decision 😀

26 weeks

26 weeks

As of yesterday, I am 26 weeks along, well over half way, and so close to the 3rd trimester. All in total I’ve only gained about 12 pounds, which is good! Ill stand to gain another 8 or so in the 3rd trimester, but since my weight is pretty much all baby I’m hoping it will be easy to lose it. Pregnancy is pretty easy at this point, until I try to sleep… Then it gets tough. I started to look at apartments today and I cannot WAIT to move out on my own. Not because I want to get away from my family, I’ve generally enjoyed living at home, but because I’m ready to be on my own. For the last 6 years I’ve lived with roommates or boyfriends or at home and as hard as I know it will be, I feel the need to be out under my own roof with my own rules and paying bills for myself only. And taking care of Sophie on my own too… Although I know I’m pretty much going to have an open door when it comes to help and care for her. I guess you know when you’re growing up and maturing when you give up luxuries you’ve always wanted or things you would have NEVER conceded to in the past… Like living in lakeside. And it feels good to finally be in that place. The next 14 weeks I’m sure will go by SO fast and I can’t wait to see where I am then.

Friendsgiving

Last night, my friends and I had our 1st annual “Friendsgiving”, which is Thanksgiving, with friends. It was fun because we also made it a “suit up” night, which is a How I Met Your Mother reference. If you don’t watch HIMYM, stop reading now and GO WATCH!!! But basically it means all the guys get all dressed up in suits and the ladies wear pretty dresses. It makes these gatherings a little funner and funnier. And classy.

We all remember to celebrate our family each year, but our friends are our chosen family. They are the ones that we don’t have to have around because they aren’t blood related, but we instead want to have them around because they’re awesome. We had a potluck where everyone brought a little something, except a few people who made some delicious meals, and just gathered to eat, catch up, watch football, and play with the kiddos. It was truly a blast and I love all of my besties!

 

Some of these women I have known since I was in first grade, pretty much all of my life. It’s truly amazing that I still have them in my life and I am as close to them as I am. My girl friends are amazing, all in their own awesome ways.

Karla is like superwoman mom. She works full time, has a 2 year old and is married, lives super far from civilization yet still makes time to see us all. She also has her own blog and her own website where she sells supplies and services. Oh yeah, and she owns horses and trains them. She’s a fantastic cook and is still the tiniest woman I know. She’s a hot mama for sure, and her approach to motherhood is something I really admire. She is more of a laizze faire mom, IMO. Her son is a beautiful boy, and is just the nicest little man ever. She dressed him up in a little suit for Friendsgiving, it was SO cute.

 

Megan is like this insanely intelligent and introspective philosopher woman. She’s a girl after my own heart in that sense. Megan gets so deep in her own head about life, that sometimes its bad for her. She thinks and analyzes and is the best listener of any person I know. I keep telling her to be a counselor since she does such a good job with all of her friends. She appreciates good music and connects to lyrics the way I do. Life and thoughts and emotions dig into her physche and she is constantly just thinking and asking questions and trying to better herself. Megan has been my closest confidant the past few years, and although me and her have been to hell and back, in the end she is my sister and she has my back. When I went through hell after ending my engagement and miscarrying last year, she literally pulled me through it and saved me, brought me back to life.

 

Jen… what can I say about Jen except that I’ve never once heard her complain about anything. She is also a mother of a beautiful daughter and in all the time I’ve known her, since 3rd grade, she has been nothing but a wonderful friend. She is always smiling and ALWAYS has something nice to say about people. I don’t know how she doesn’t let the negative affect her… god knows it always gets to me, I have my dark moments… but I’ve literally never seen her go through one. Ever. She got a degree while pregnant, in the summer nonetheless, and still, nothing! She is one of those women who are completely and utterly gorgeous, but has no idea, and instead is completely and utterly gracious. In fact, if she read this right now she would probably be blushing like crazy and do her nervous laugh and say I was being too kind. Which I’m not.

 

And then there’s Lacey. Lacey has been one of my best friends from high school to this day still, and she has also gone through hell and back in her life. One thing you can say about Lace is that she never gives up. She is always going after something. And she is ALWAYS fun. She may be the funnest friend I have. Lace also happens to know everyone btw, yes, even you. She makes friends so easy, I’ve always been jealous of her for that. We could literally go to any bar in San Diego, and she would know someone there, whether it be the manager, an employee, or the group of people in the back taking shots. And she is not scared of anything it seems like. I’ve seen that girl do some bold and crazy things, and stand up for herself in ways that it would be hard for me to do. She always tells it like it is, and isn’t scared of honesty or hurting your feelings. It’s endearing, I promise. I want nothing more than to see that girl happy as hell, and I have a feeling she’s pretty close to it.

 

 

Well, here are some pics of ALL the food we had!!

Food part 1

Food part 2

Food part 3

Food part 4

 

And here are pics of some of my favorite people in the whole world!

Me and Megan

Me, Megan, and my baby bump aka Sophie

 

All in all, it was a total success, even though we didn’t break out the rockband… which I always love 😀 So here’s to friendsgiving… I have the best friends, and Sophie Pearl is going to have the best aunts, uncles and cousins a baby could ever ask for!

 

Weekly Top 10

This week’s top 10 list is something very near and dear to my heart. Top 10 reasons why dating a hot pregnant chic is AWESOME!

10. We rub baby oil all over. Daily.

9. Hate women who only eat a salad? Well, we’ll eat the salad, the steak, the fries, your fries, and dessert. And the best part? No bloat… That’s just the baby.

8. Wanna take advantage of that beer and shot deal the bar has during football Sunday? Don’t mind if ya do. Dating us is like having a built in DD.

7. We like to sleep. A lot. That means you can either sleep with us or watch whatever you want on TV.

6. Like being taken care of? Well guess what, we’re gearing up for that so our taking care of someone tolerance is much higher. So yeah, we’ll get you another beer honey.

5. No that time of the month.

4. Your button down shirts are SO comfy to wear around the house. Lucky for you they’re pretty sexy too, no?

3. Pregnant women are naturally hornier.

2. Curvy women are hot. Preggo=curves in literally all the right places like…

1. Like boobs? How about big ones? Like DDs? Yeah, we got em.

Agree/disagree? What would be your #1 perk? Comment below!

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