- Professional runners and their latest journey. Such a joyful story!
- A life goal of mine it to learn how to ice a cake.
- Uber is FINALLY in St. Louis!
- Thought provoking piece on falling in love.
- In desperate need of this, especially after my last Mac update, holy mess.
- Amazon is the tops.
- DWTS, Week 1 Favorites: Andy, Bindi, Alexa + Carlos, Alek. Are you watching?
- The epitome of a "home made" sandwich.
- Gosh I miss their show, such happier times.
- In desperate need of a good biscuit recipe. Know of any good ones, I've got some artisanal jams that need to be consumed, stat.
Well, the secret is out, yours truly is knocked up. With child. Gestating.
Let's rewind, shall we?
Mark and I agreed (with varying timelines) that I'd stop taking birth control after my first marathon, so I did, and in doing so my menstrual cycle stopped. Completely. For seventy three days. Which was deeply concerning, I could run 50 miles a week with no cycle issues, yet stopping the pill caused more trouble than distance running ever has. So amid a doctor visit (everything was normal and is common when going off birth control so I'm told), educating myself on all that is ovulation/fertility/trying to conceive and trying not to freak the eff out (too much), we trudged forward, and even began planning our next vacation abroad. So technically no, I was not surprised I was pregnant since I'd been tracking my period/ovulation for the last six months. Daily. Yet I was completely gobsmacked when it became a reality, if that makes any sense.
I knew my period was coming, so the morning I was suppose to start I tested, like I'd done for six months prior in vain (and amid tears if I'm being completely honest), only to get a glowing positive seconds later. My initial response? Euphoria. Then shock, back to euphoria, and so on. And, because I was convinced my body was playing a cruel joke, I re-tested the next day, just to be sure.
That week was full of social engagements in addition to the visits of not one, but two(!) of our siblings, so I decided not to tell Mark until the following weekend, hiding behind my career being on call when asked why I wasn't indulging in cocktails. And for the first few days, Mark didn't bat an eye. Halfway through the week he went on a diatribe on "how he knows I was about to start my period (apparently I was, ahem, cranky)" and, because I behave like a child, had a fleeting moment to wipe the smug look from his face and spill the beans. But I didn't because I had how I was going to tell him all planned out and was dying for it to go according to plan.
Spoiler alert, it did not.
Saturday as we were getting ready to go out for the evening Mark asked (again!) if I started my cycle, which took me totally by surprise. He can't change an empty roll of toilet paper or throw away a t-shirt riddled with gaping holes to save his life, but he remembered my cycle was 24 days long? Seriously?! So I cease curling my hair, walk into our bedroom, retrieve his card, return and half hand/half toss it at him while saying something along the lines of, "way to ruin my meticulously planned surprise, and congrats."
Wife of the year folks.
He, thankfully was still surprised and (obviously) elated with the news, adding that I'd been acting "weird" all week and he noticed the glass above the toilet with tampons remained untouched and had a hint something was going on. Which now has me convinced(!) he is not blind, as I once thought, and expect him to take out the trash, before it spills onto the floor...
That past twelve weeks have been wholly humbling, and I am constantly reminded of how I'm not in control (which pains a type A like me). Fatigue is real and so strong I could barely keep my eyes open past 5:30 (pm), and snuck many a naps in my car. And morning sickness? I would love to locate the individual who coined the term and physically fight them, if that gives you a hint.
We are incredibly blessed and sincerely grateful to be embarking on this new chapter, and are besides ourselves excited -- its still surreal to think come March we will be, parents!
Many apologies for the semi radio silence. Turns out, there is the thing called "backing up your computer" and you should do so (often!) onto an external hard drive in case something happens. Well, I learned this tidbit the hard way as the last Mac update I installed has taken me more hours than I'd like to admit with Apple tech support (those folks have the patience of saints), hyperventilating that all was lost. So bear with me as I (re)organize my all 30K plus(!) photographs (somehow they all duplicated and separated themselves) and get back into the swing of things around here because I sure do miss each of you.
If you have any tips on uploading photos from iphone to Mac would be greatly appreciated. I plug in each time and just know there has to be an easier way.
...Makes me happy, like it should be.
Name that tune.
The nice people at Influenster* sent me a Sunshine VoxBox (post sponsor, hooray!), and in true ruin-the surprise nature, I watched the unveiling. Which did not dial back my excitement once the box landed on my doorstep one tiny bit.
It's an illness, and cannot be cured. So please send mail.
Infusium 23 -- I have ridiculously fine, chemically treated hair, so a dime sized portion of any form of oil leaves me looking like I just dipped my head in crisco, which makes me immediately weary when my beautician (hi mom!) comes at me with moisturizer I haven't already vetted and vetted again that it won't turn me into a grease monkey. Skeptical at first, I didn't even entertain the thought of trying it out until the seasons changed and my tresses were more "stressed" than "finessed" so goodbye caution, hello wind. Light, with a subtle pleasant smell and I'll be if my hair is still silky smooth days later. Total win.
Dickinson's Witch Hazel Cleansing Cloths -- the perfect addition to my gym/toiletry bag. The wipes are not pungent in aroma and leave my skin feeling clean. My wish is that they were smaller, maybe cut in half? Granted I can do that myself, but I'm lazy.
Blue Diamond Sriracha Almonds -- As I live and breath. Flavor. Spice. Nutty goodness. Thank heavens for a snack pack, because I'm certain I'd consume the whole can alone, in one sitting. Haven't seen these in the grocery store, yet.
BarkThins -- Perhaps I have short term memory loss or have otherwise blocked out the fact I've got a coupon for a bag of these gems waiting at the ready for me. Yours truly has been to the grocery store more times than should be legal and continues to forget said snacks. Maybe I'll staple the coupon to my shirt next time...
Sinful Colors Nail Polish -- Been dying to DIY my own dip dyed mugs, but, I have the attention span of a fruit fly, so I may gift this to my youngest sister who loves a bold nail.
Vaseline Spray Moisturizer -- Shamelessly moisturized myself with my friends the last time I stayed at her house, so peeping a bottle to call my own is truly a gift. Effortless to apply, and leaves my skin soft and light. Perfect for summer, fall, and(!) my gym bag.
* I received a Sunshine VoxBox complimentary for testing purposes. All thoughts and opinions are always my own.
- The newest Shopaholic installment hits shelves in October!
- Bev's monthly mixtape has taken me all the way back...
- This sheep takes"fluffy" to the next level.
- Amazon's new original series, Catastrophe. Hysterical.
- DWTS partners.September 14th or bust!
- Running partner personality types. I'm part manager, part cheerleader.
- I want to go to summer camp!
- Is blogging dead? Nope. Not even close.
- Your thirties, in charts and graphs. Spot on.
- Bridget Jones Diaries, part three!
Will make over and over again. We've made those potatoes no less than five times since Valentine's Day.
Spaghetti (I substituted ground pork sausage).
Spaghetti Squash Noodles for me, linguine noodles for Mark.
Great meaty sauce, minimal work.
Yummy alternative to cheez its, though not a must make at our house.
Forever and ever, Amen.
Once I figured out the caramel (it's not suppose to run like the photo), I'm confident next time I'll nail it.
But wait, there's more! Let's not forget our epic Mexican Fiesta.