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Well, here I am hitting the pavement of the 2nd trimester. May I just say, that I have NOT enjoyed the past 12 weeks at all?

I had a relatively easy pregnancy with Eli, from start to finish, save for the massive weight gain, which in the third trimester did make getting around slightly challenging. This little baby, however, is being QUITE the little pip! Only today have I started to feel a little more like myself. I’m almost afraid to say it!

The exhaustion has been really depressing. Trying to keep Eli alive, entertained, and fed has been a monumental task. I won’t lie, I’ve passed out on the job. Sometimes Eli awakens me with a swat, sitting on my head, or shoving the ringing iPhone into my face. So far, no injuries. But I’ve just been a zombie!

On the eating front, I’ve been much better about cooking more, though I’ve relaxed my parameters on what I’ll eat. I am liking toast a lot – so I make sure we always have good sprouted bread on hand. And I’m craving a lot of vegetarian selections, things that I used to eat a lot of in my kiddy years. For the past year, I’ve pretty much 100% avoided soy. Now I want tofu. I fought it for a while, but then decided a little tofu (non GMO and sprouted) is most likely better for me than the Five Guys… Right? Eggs are fine to eat again, THANKFULLY, and while I don’t really want sweet potatoes, the thought of them doesn’t turn me green. Still not on board with drinking milk.

I’ve gained a fairly unflattering amount of weight for the first trimester. I want to say about 7 lbs. I’m TOTALLY out of my pants. But I can still wear my jeans, fly open with a belly band. Although, it’s kind of annoying to do so. Not gonna lie – Maternity pants are miracles, and one of the sweet pleasures of being pregnant.

Today we officially put our house on the market, and it’s kind of bittersweet, since the house looks so pretty now – we want to stay! But, I am hoping we have a quick sale so we can get settled in PA before I’m huge. That would be great.

Some pics for you!

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Besties

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Attempting to tame my awful preggo skin! Bentonite clay, apple cider vinegar, a few drops olive oil

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Eli knoshing on Ethiopian food for the first time.

So, that’s what we’ve been up to!


 

Did you think I stopped blogging?

I kind of did!

I have a good excuse though.

I’ve been cooking nonstop. I mean, like, 24-7. Hot stuff. Crazy complicated.

So far it looks like this:

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I’ve still got some cooking to do!

But yes, I’m pregola again, and it’s been kicking my tuckus like a champ. It’s amazing how something so tiny can so completely take over, right? It’s been all I can do to keep Eli alive, feed us, and put the toys away at night.

Unfortunately, it was like a switch went off when I got pregnant, and all of the good things I ate on a regular basis were suddenly disgusting to me. Eggs. Sweet potatoes. Even (GASP) butter and coconut oil in my coffee. It’s freakin’ ridiculous. Currently, I’m doing a little better with the eating as I near the 2nd trimester. I say, a little. I’m eating a freakton of carbohydrates and much less protein than I would normally, but I’m trying to make as much as possible at home, to minimize gross ingredients getting in. I definitely was panicking for a minute, especially because it seemed like my waist exploded immediately, but then I decided to just relax. It’s pregnancy. No two are alike. If I can only stomach baked potatoes and sprouted toast, we do what we must. And put on lots of butter.

I’m really not kidding about the whole belly thing though. Look at this?

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Suffice to say, real pants are out. I never liked ’em much anyway.

Being pregnant with a toddler is like being on one of those crazy carnival rides. And getting sick. And no one cares and they just keep the ride going. And everyone’s laughing and spinning around – and you’re about to hurl and just hanging on for dear life.

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He’s the best. But bless his heart, he simply won’t sit still for more than the time it takes to finish that morning bottle. And with Hubs gone at a minimum 3 days a week, it’s been challenging.

But I bet it’ll be more challenging with a toddler AND a newborn, so… I think I’ll keep the moaning to a low pitch.

This dude was also a pain in the butt for a minute.

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Literally the MINUTE I got pregnant, Kitty started peeing on the couch.

Not once, as some sort of mistake.

It was like, OVER AND OVER AND OVER. And I was going to kill him. Or send him packing.

But he’s revised his ‘tude, and now he won’t leave me alone. I like to think he’s standing guard over Baby Sturj #2.

So anyway, that’s my news. Hubs knocked me up. I’m honestly still in a bit of a shock-state over it, because it happened so quickly. Please don’t be mad at me – I realize that it can take months and months to conceive and sometimes years – but it was ridiculous this time. We’ve never had issues with getting pregnant, but it’s always taken a couple cycles to get the deed done. So when we decided we’d “start trying” in 2013, I figured it’d be closer to March that we’d actually get pregnant. But I guess between the two of us and our delightfully fertile nutrition (seriously, FAT it up, people) it was pretty much a done deal.

The supreme exhaustion, inability to eat things I cook, and abhorrence of eggs make it pretty real though. Oh, and the fact that I’m wearing maternity pants.

Which, by the way, I love. They could be (along with the first kicks) the best part of being pregnant.

Hopefully I’ll be updating more often. Since this is my last time being pregnant ever, I would like to chronicle the thing a bit, so I can remember later.

Happy Wednesday!


IMG_2032So, wow, another year! A few weeks ago I had the idea that I would write a 2012 wrap up well before New Years, but life got in the way and I wasn’t going to argue. I almost 100% disconnected from social media (except for Instagram) for almost two weeks, and it’s been kind of cool. We spent the holidays in Connecticut at my dad’s house, and it was great to see everyone (despite getting struck with the farf at the worst possible moment – I could not TASTE wine, people. I wish I could say that stopped me from drinking it.)

I think the best part of our holidays this year though, was getting home and having Hubs with us for an extended period of time. Today is his first day back to work, and we miss him already! I especially miss the sleeping in! Eli is a total daddy’s boy, and has just been soaking in every second of his “DA DA” and it’s been cute.

I am glad to start getting back into my “routine” though, because it’s been a bit of a free for all around here, and the house is messy, I’ve been eating icky, and generally just feel ready to get back to it.

2012 was quite a year. We had Eli with us from start to finish, which has been amazing, exhausting, wondrous, scary as flippin’ heck, and perfect all at the same time. I lost 40 lbs. I went back to school. We lost our little Chloe. And the world made me stop for a moment and really feel a new kind of fear – fear for your baby.

Here are 2012’s top 3 posts:

How to Make the Perfect Omelette

Saying Goodbye to a Dear Friend

Fifty Shades of Grey: My thoughts

Something super odd has happened to me lately as well. You know how I’m obsessed with my ONE cup of coffee in the morning? Like, to the point where I obsessed about it during my entire Whole30 stint? Well, this morning I’m sitting here sipping on Neem nectar tea with honey. The thought of coffee turns me off. And no, I’m not pregnant. Yet. It’s really weird. I am attributing to being sick, because although I’m SO much better, I’m not 100%, and I notice that I have a somewhat constant nauseous feeling in my belly, probably due to the post nasal drip. Ew. So, I’m not upset about this, I just think it is weird.

Anyway, I’m not a huge resolution person. Especially this year. My NYE resolutions have always been the same: LOSE TEN POUNDS. Or twenty. As time progressed. I could stand to lose ten more pounds, but it’s not my goal for this year. For the first time in my life, I’m simpatico with my weight and grateful to be here and not be a chunky monkey anymore. But, since Hubs and I are about to get back on the baby-makin’ train this year, I think it’s safe to say that I’d love to not look like this again:

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So, I’ll just keep that in mind.

How about you guys? Any resolutions to share?

I hope your 2013 is off to a great start!


But first:

1 beet incl greens, 6 carrots, celery, ginger, 1 apple

So, on to the crazy.

I’m really tired this morning. I have a suspicion that Eli is a little “backed up in the bootie” and that kept him irritable all night long. Like, we were partying. Also, he’s now very mobile and trying to use anything to stand up with. Like curtains. The cat. My laptop. It’s becoming clear that the only time I’m going to be able to get anything done is when he’s either napping or safely contained in his bouncy thing, which thankfully he hasn’t yet gotten tired of.

Why does this make me crazy?

Because I’m already thinking about baby #2. Actually, I have been for a while now. Eli grew up SO FAST. Everyone said he would, but I thought they were just being stupid, because if one day could last a year and one night could drag on into eternity, six months would never arrive! Certainly! And yet, it has come and gone. My little man will be eight months old in a couple of weeks, and he’s absolutely not a little baby anymore. He’s a little person, incredibly curious, constantly moving, and rarely falls asleep in my arms anymore. I miss the tiny baby stage!

And that is why I’m certifiably insane.

I can’t logically think of any reason why I’d be so interested in starting this process all over again so quickly. I mean, he barely sleeps well as it is, and I want to throw a newborn into the mix? I used to think that giving birth itself would be warning enough against having another baby, but it actually isn’t. Yes, I can still remember it, and it totally sucked, as did the following month(s), but I did it. And I can do it again.

I also feel like the second time around will be so much more enjoyable. I won’t be stressing so much about every little thing. I’ll put the dear child in his or her own room immediately. I won’t be having panic attacks about breastfeeding and formula. And most importantly, I will enjoy every second of that precious newborn stage when they barely look at you, fall asleep on you all the time, and are just so TINY!

Swoon 🙂

But for now, I’m focusing on getting this body as good as it can get. I’d prefer not to have to lose fifty pounds all over again if I can help it!


What? It’s only been a year and a half.

So what’s new with me, you ask?

Well, if it doesn’t start with Fit and end with Flop, I’m probably not putting my feet into it.

I put together all of my outfits around nursing tanks.

Glamour Mom Nursing Tank

HOT.

And my makeup routine starts and ends with nice wet smooches all over my face from this one here:

I’m a mommy! HA!

I fully intended to chronicle my pregnancy journey on here, but you’ll just have to catch me the second time around because Prego Sarah was far too busy eating everything in the world so as to gain as much weight as humanly possible. And napping. Lots of napping.

My little Elias is now 6.5 months old, and I am finally getting back in the swing of things. Motherhood is insanity and awesomeness all wrapped up in a 20 lbs and growing package and I’m really loving it. Well, at least now that he’s sleeping a little. You probably didn’t want to ask me a couple months ago.

I’ve got lots of exciting things gearing up for the Summer, and I’m so glad to be back on the blogosphere as well. Look for plenty of nutrition and fitness posts, as well as a healthy dose of TMI Mommy stuff. At least I’m warning you in advance.

See ya soon with a post on what I’m eating these days (or rather, what I’m not eating…)