Tears and Love From Strangers

I went to visit my brother this weekend to visit his family and new baby boy Will. It's so sweet to think that Will was most recently with my baby boy probably hanging out talking about the good and bad of the families they would soon be with.

On my way to the SLC airport my flight time changed to 15 min early (15 min is a big deal in the flight world) and I didn't know it until I walked in to print off my boarding pass (you have to be checked in and have a boarding pass 30 min early and I would've been if the flight hadn't changed). Also I only ever go until last minute because I fly standby and rarely get on the flight until the last minute.

Luckily I was able to find a guy to help me print off the pass and I ran to the security check point. While there I began to feel my pregnancy emotions getting the best of me. I begged to have them let me in the first class line where NO ONE was. But they insisted I go to the other line.

While there I tried to hold back tears, when I got to the ID check point I asked the guy why my flight would've changed to earlier. He couldn't help me and the tears started to flow.

I apologized about being emotional and mentioned the pregnancy tends to whack out my emotions.

A sweet woman in front of me let me go head without me saying a word to her, then another man, and then another boy. I made it through the security in 5 min and then RAN to my gate, if you have never seen a pregnant woman running to a flight, you are missing out.

I got to my flight in the nick of time and actually had a seat ready for me.

I am grateful for the kind people in the world that are still willing to help even a Stranger (it might also have to do with being pregnant, I feel like people are a little more kind when you are).

After another flight and some good luck I was able to make it to Will's blessing and see some of my family for a few days. I hope I will always look for an opportunity to help serve strangers, whether pregnant or not, like others have helped me.

DANG you Kirkland...

Why do you have to be so deceiving?

This mom to be now feels like a complete IDIOT due to your packaging.

Last week I was babysitting my cute nephews. I had recently relieved the other babysitter who was upstairs changing the baby who was crying pretty hard. He told me he had had a rough day with some messy diapers and a rash.

When it came time for me to change him a little while later I looked around downstairs for some baby wipes when the older boy told me to look upstairs. I ran up quickly and grabbed the bag of wipes that were on the changing table along with the rash cream.

As I started to change him I had a thought that the wipes were a little longer than ones I had use before. I looked down and read KIRKLAND and missed all the other writing that was facing the other way because the cap was flipped up. I  had the thought, “hmm, I wonder if I’ll buy the Costco brand baby wipes, who knows”.

He was crying and I was trying to calm him down as I finished up.

After the other boys went outside with Uncle Aaron and me and the baby hung out, and he seemed fine.

A few minutes later the parents came home and I told them he had been a little fussy during the diaper change and it probably was from his rash.

I left to dinner with Aaron and soon received a text from my SIL. She asked “were you using the wipes in the blue package? Cause those are disinfecting wipes…”

Immediately I freaked out inside. How could I have been such an IDIOT. If anyone of you have know my SIL, you’ve probably heard some other stupid things I have done at her house, I swear I am cursed in that home.

I have decided I will NEVER purchase the disinfecting wipes that come in the same packaging as baby wipes because CLEARLY I am a big IDIOT and don’t notice details.

Here’s to this new mom to be! Luckily I have 9 more weeks left to smooth out some rough edges. 

Coming To Accept Your Body

during pregnancy.

I can’t even believe that at one time in my life I complained about my body.

My checks were always kind of chubby but they were fine.

My arms, I always thought they were HUGE, but really, they were just fine.

My stomach, though didn’t have definable abs, was still fine.

My butt was my pride but I could always find an issue with it, but it also was fine.

My legs still touched but they were fine.

DANG, I was looking GOOD! (I am the one on the left if you couldn't tell...)

Can you believe that I had these tiny of issues with my body!?

I often beat myself up over what my body looked like. I spent a lot of time working on it, molding it, fixing it. And now matter how skinny I got I could always find something wrong with it.

I am realizing how important it is for women to accept their bodies in its stages. If you don’t accept it before pregnancy, you will find that your lack of confidence will increase in a way that could be unhealthy and detrimental.

Luckily, I have been blessed with a man who loves me and makes it clear that he loves the changes that have happened. I am sure he is excited for the day when he can lift me a little bit easier, or give me a hug without a belly bumping him but until then he loves that my body is taking care of our baby no matter what not so SEXY changes are happening.

I guess what’s important is that we can accept that our bodies are being used for a greater cause than ourselves and no matter what happens we can be grateful to be a tool in God’s hands to help bring his children to this earth.  I think coming to understand that will help us get through the changes before, during and after a baby is brought into this world.

P.S Since kind of giving up sugar (we cheated by eating some whipped cream with strawberries) and eating a little healthier my husband has already lost 7 lbs.!? Men are ridiculous with how quickly they lose weight. Can I get an AMEN!?

THAT SUCKS!

Sometimes I wish after you complain about something hard to people they could just say… “that sucks”.

Instead I have noticed how quick people are to give you their own two cents. It’s as if they are preparing their advice while they aren’t listening to you.

I’ve been THAT person, and over the years I have tried to be better about not.

We live in a world that continues to remind us how to overcome, to be successful, to NOT make excuses, to find a solution quickly.

Even the gospel essentially teaches us to face our challenges with a smile on our face, or to get out and forget ourselves and go to work.

I spent 18 months doing that, forgetting myself and giving of everything to serve the Lord. And I was happy, and I do believe this is a way to overcome some tough things.

BUT I also believe sometimes we just need time to grieve, sometimes we need to time to fight our own demons and sometimes we just need time to be SAD.  

We need to face our own Gethsemane’s.

For my “Women Crush Wednesday” I wanted to acknowledge someone who has done this for me for much of my life.

My AMAZING SIL has faced infertility, failed adoption, and a reversed adoption. She believes in allowing people to grieve NO MATTER what it is.

She has been known to just say "that sucks" when I have come to her about my dating woes, school issues, or when I lost my job.

During a tough time in my pregnancy she could’ve had told me to suck it up and be grateful that I was pregnant but instead she allowed me to grieve. She listened, she HEARD me and then she responded with:

“Bringing babies into this world is hard, no matter how they come.”

And you know what’s interesting about this, is I actually felt better. Once someone allowed me to accept it was hard I was able to really start moving forward.

She allows others to grieve on their own time. She gives some of the BEST advice anyone could receive. She REALLY listens to you. And sometimes she just say’s “that sucks” which is all you need to hear. 

10 Weeks to Baby

Aaron and I slept in and snuggled WAY later than we should today. I usually get antsy about him going to work and me starting my day as soon as possible (I use to believe you were only accomplishing something if you were always busy) but today I embraced it.

Can't you tell how much he LOVES pictures...

Actually, I LOVED every second of it.

In 10 weeks or less our lives will be flipped upside down.  Sleep will be harder to find. We will soon be spending more money on necessities. Snuggling will involve three instead of two. Trips out of the house will entail a lot more. A crying baby will interrupt movies and TV shows. The list could go on.

Life will be different, a good different but non the less different.

Many of you have read some of my blog post the last few months where I had found myself in a state of change that was difficult. I lost myself for some time and stopped enjoying life because I felt like I wasn’t contributing to it like I should’ve been. But I have come to accept the season of my life and enjoy it. And am now onto a new season #tenweekstobaby.

Since change is inevitable I am going to start preparing myself better for it. So I have set 10 interesting goals to accomplish for #tenweekstobaby. I will slowly prepare emotionally for Baby Boy Singh, physically for my after body, spiritually with my husband and I’s relationship and lastly, fincancially.

1.)  Snuggle as MUCH as possible

2.)  Consistent Family Home Evening with Aaron

3.)  Set date nights out of the house weekly

4.)  Seek out examples of women and mothers that I would like to emulate 

(Women crush Wednesday will be happening here on the blog)

5.)  Aaron and I have decided to cut out sugar (with one cheat day) for the next 10 weeks.  

He has also gained some baby weight ;)

6.)  Consistent low impact exercising during the week

7.) Find good, healthy new recipes.

8.)  Read at least one parenting book to prepare for baby (I am open to suggestions)

9.)  Purchase one baby item weekly (I have almost NOTHING ready for him)

10.)  Save an extra $1000

We are so close to bringing a wonderful baby boy into our family and I know I will NEVER be able to fully prepare for what lies ahead but I’ll do my best and in the meantime enjoy every second with just us two before we become three…

10 weeks to baby, ready, set, go!