I read an article that really hit home. (I know, I know I am always reading. It’s my thing. I love it). Anyway, the article basically said that the mother was stealing her own joy. How does one steal their own joy? 

She was letting herself get weighed down by anger, pettiness, and pity. She would get frustrated with her children or husband and ruin her own day. 

Guys, I was reading this article and thinking, “it is like she wrote this FOR me.” How many minutes, hours, days have been wasted by holding onto anger or disappointment? I can tell you for sure that it is not pretty.

Yesterday, was one of those days for me. I was disappointed because we had to cancel a trip that we had been planning to take to Florida. The timing just isn’t working out and we will have to go some other time. And, let me tell you I had some BIG emotions about it. I cried and sulked. I was so mad about it. 

The saddest part though is that I spent a Sunday holding onto the negative when I could have been enjoying a day with my family. Why do we steal our own joy? Why is it so hard to let go of the “bad” when all it does is make us sad? I’m not sure.

Today, I have been blessed with a new day. Sophia and I are munching on apples and dancing to The Fresh Beat Band. We read books in bed this morning and snuggled together. This, my friends, is joy. It is joy in the simplest form. We laughed and hugged. I remembered that BIG emotions are okay, but we all have to move on because we could miss the next awesome thing to come along. 




Milk Was A Bad Choice

Can you guess that movie?!

One of the interesting things about pregnancy is how it changes your body. Now, obviously I have gained weight and grown a large bump to accommodate the ever-growing baby bug, but its the other things people don’t mention. The foods! I know I have heard people say, “Oh, I had so many weird cravings” or “I couldn’t even look at Chinese food or I felt sick.” None of that really happened to me (so far). What has  happened is that my taste buds changed around and things I used to LOVE to eat, just taste wrong and sometimes make me sick. I almost cried the first time I ate bacon and it just tasted wrong. It smelled delicious, looked delicious and I wanted to eat it, but it didn’t taste right. Neither did chocolate chip cookies. It was as if my body was teasing me and telling me to eat things it knew I wouldn’t like. The saddest thing for me and the “aversion” that is the worst, by far, is milk. 

For anyone who knows me, you know I love milk. I always drink it and have never had any issues. These days I still LOVE milk, but more than a sip makes me sick. It’s so disheartening when I would like to have a glass of milk with breakfast or in my cereal and I can’t. Last night, I decided to throw caution to the wind (very adventurous, right?) and had maybe 4 ounces of milk with my cake. (Richie and I made cakeeee…it was awesome!). Well, I thought I had won, but today I feel awful. My stomach is sick and I just want to lay down. Milk was most definitely a bad choice.

The point of that silly story is that you never know how pregnancy will change your daily life until you are experiencing it. I had lots of the normal symptoms: morning sickness, lack of energy, random crying jags, but there is so much more. And its not all bad things either, the feeling of amazement when we saw our girl on the ultrasound for the first time and realized there actually was a baby in there! The tears of joy when the doctor announced that we were having a little girl and the shared moment of indescribable happiness between Richie and I. Every little kick and flip I feel is like a victory dance. She’s here and she’s growing and she’s perfect. Last night, Richie and I were getting settled in for the night and he rested his hand on my bump. She must have liked it because she began to kick and spin so much that Richie could feel her. It was one of those perfect moments when we were all connected. And no one can every truly explain these feelings to you, even if they had the words to try.

I’m not going to say I will never complain because, let’s face it, growing a human is tough and sometimes its really hard to do, but I will try to remember to marvel at the experience I’m going through even when it gets really weird, scary or gross. I will never get these moments back and I really won’t drink milk again…maybe.