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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!


 

You know how everyone ever always say to take time when you eat. To make sure you savor every bite. Digest. Relax. Etc.

You know that person didn’t have a toddler, right? Or has never met a toddler, either, for that matter.

Lately, eating has become a little bit of a challenge during the day, because Eli is all GO GO GO and he really likes it when he has an audience. Lest you think I’m raising some kind of voyeuristic mama’s boy, I am working at getting past this new awesomeness; however, that doesn’t change the fact that sitting down with a meal and enjoying just doesn’t work out when the baby is hanging on your leg and whining.

Also, because of the weird weather we are having (um, 70 degrees in December?!), it appears my body no long knows what it wants to eat.

So after all that blah blah, here’s my point: quick, delicious recipes are necessary.

This one is my favorite right now, and I’ll just apologize in advance for the imprecise measurements. You know how I roll. Can’t imagine this could get messed up anyway!

Delicious, nutritious, creamy and savory, these farm fresh fried eggs are the perfect contrast to the bitter baby arugula in its slightly acidic red wine dressing. It’s just a perfect mix. It tastes so decadent.

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Eggs ‘n Greens

  • 1 large handful of baby arugula (or two!)
  • Red wine vinegar
  • Olive oil
  • 2 eggs (try your best to find cage free, naturally fed – no soy, etc)
  • 2 tbsp pastured butter (like Kerrygold!)
  • Pure maple syrup
  • Salt n pepper

 

First, melt your butter in a skillet and once nice and hot, crack your eggs in and let them begin their fry.

In a small bowl, combine arugula with a quick pour of red wine vinegar, a dash or two of olive oil, a spill of maple syrup, and a pinch of salt (do you want to kill me yet?). Mix it up. Then plate it.

When your eggs are done to your liking, season with a little salt and pepper, and then place them on top of the greens.

That’s it!

Eat!

It truly takes under 5 minutes from start to finish, and THAT is a wonderful thing.

What are your “in a hurry” meal ideas?

 


 

Do you guys use the “reminders” function on your iPhone? Do you like how I assume everyone has an iPhone? I do use it, although I’m pretty bad at checking off things. It helps to write down all the things that need doing when you’re about to leave for the holidays, because Lord knows I don’t want to open up my suitcase in GA and find out that I forgot my HAIR DRYER or Eli’s iPod. The horror.

Anyway, I’ve got a list like whoa, and a cranky toddler who is getting over a poorly timed cold.

I’ve also got some exciting stuff to share.

My health coaching biz is up and ready to rock ‘n roll.

 

You can click on that lovely piece of work right there to visit my new site. And perhaps sign up for a free consultation.

You know you want to.

In other news, Eli had his first year appointment, and is officially not a baby anymore. Ugh.

 

Where does the time go? Why is he in such a hurry to be a big boy?

I also got sparkly shoes,

 

and saved my marriage by organizing the pantry.

 

I think the most shocking part of that little gem, is that it’s still looking relatively the same. I haven’t yet messed it up.

Anyway, I’m off to do this crazy stuff.

What are you all doing for this Thanksgiving holiday? Anybody hosting?


 

So, we made it through week 1 of the Whole30 challenge, which logic and others tell me is the hardest part.

  • Days 1-4 were the most difficult sugar-wise. I am was a total wreck. I heard things incorrectly, had trouble with cognitive thought, and as evidenced by my blog posts on those days, probably should not have even tried to communicate through writing.
  • Food-wise, it hasn’t been difficult. I’ve been cooking up a storm and that’s been cool.
  • I ate way too many dates on days 1-4, but perhaps that’s what I needed to do. I find myself “over” the dates, so that’s a nice surprise.

Appetite wise, I find myself eating less. I’m simply not as hungry. I have noticed this with Hubs too, because he’s usually a very hearty eater, so I portion him that way, and these days he’s been leaving some food on the plate (but not the veggies!) In the past two days, I’ve felt a sort of control come over me that I’ve been feeling in varying degrees over the past few months with regard to food. I am in control of the food and not the other way around. I think that the past seven days have really amplified that feeling, and given me the kind of will-power I never had through all my years of dieting. While one can argue that I’m on a very restrictive eating plan right now, it honestly doesn’t feel like it to me. It feels refreshing at this point and I’m exciting to see what this week brings in terms of the way my body feels and works.

 

In other news, that’s my little guy standing up all by himself. The second he realized he was doing that, he sat down. He’s also learned how to navigate the stairs, which Hubs and I learned this weekend when we suddenly realized our son was nowhere to be found. The little bugger had decided to go up two flights of stairs to his bedroom, to mess with his diaper stash. I don’t think I need to emphasize how much I freaked out. Even now, every time I go upstairs, I think about how he could have died. We now have a gate at the bottom of the stairs, needless to say.

I swear, this kid is on a mission to see how many different ways he can attempt to kill himself.

I’m off to get some school work done. I hope you are all having a great Tuesday!