Bakin’ a baby is SO exhausting! While you are asleep at night, I am awake. While you are working during the day, I’m fighting to get in a nap. My 2:00-3:30 am/pm times seem to be in reverse – yikes! I’m trying to get in as much sleep as I can now because I know once Baby Turner comes, sleep will be a five letter word that is unknown to me!
I never, ever, ever want to wake up again and feel the type of pain I recently felt. It felt like brick was trying to push it’s way out of the hole in my behind, but it just wasn’t going to give way. Talk about pain. Although I haven’t been in labor yet, it definitely felt like labor on my backside!
It hurt to walk to the toilet. It hurt to sit on the toilet. I had to stop several times to make it downstairs. After drinking a glass of water and eating some raisins, I tried to make my way into the downstairs bathroom. Slowly I sat on the commode. Owwwwww! I tried to push, but it hurt so much. I started sweating. I did lamaze breaths that I’ve seen on tv. I turned on the fan in the bathroom. Nothing seemed to be working.
After about five minutes, the clouds in the sky parted and I felt the most exhilarating feeling in the world. I never knew taking a dump would be such a freeing and refreshing feeling… ahhhhhh!
Being There For Yourself
I have a couple of friends that are the most amazing people. Whenever you need them, they will drop any and everything they are doing to be there for you. And even better, they expect nothing in return. They demonstrate what a true family member or friend should do and find pride in being unsung heros who often save the day.
However, as much as I admire these people, I also fear for them. These people spend all of their time caring and supporting their spouses, children, parents and friends. All of their money goes to these people, often times without receiving a simple thank you. But what ends up happening is that when these people need personal help in return – nobody is there. Even worse, often these people don’t ask for help because they feel like they’ll be a burden on everyone else.
If you’re one of these people – please, please, please understand that you need to come first in your life. The stress of the world and the pressure you feel bearing down on your shoulders does not get any relief if you don’t take care of yourself.
Just as you feel thankful and needed when others ask you for help, know that others around you would be more than eager to help you in your time of need. You don’t expect others to do it alone, so why do you feel it’s acceptable for you to do it alone?
If the giver always stays the giver, at some point your basket will be empty. Instead of waiting until you hit rock bottom and force yourself to become the receiver, why not start both giving and receiving now so that you’ll always have a basket that is full and ready to serve?!
The day has finally arrived. Freaky Friday the 13th! I was nervous 1) because we would finally see if we’re having a boy or girl and 2) it’s Friday the 13th so anything is possible. I thought the doctor would tell us we were having twins!
It was a long afternoon leading up to our 2:00pm appointment. Once we got there (15 minutes early) we waited for what seems like three hours. At 2:30, the patient in front of us came out. Although by then I was restless and annoyed, once I saw the look on her face I was no longer agitated. You could tell that she had heard some pretty earth shattering news and tears had been shed. Several members of her family were also there. Although I don’t know who she is, I pray that her baby is able to recover from whatever ailments were seen.
Milton and I went back. I drained water from my system (I went pee) and plopped myself up on the table. She asked if we knew what we were having. We said no. So, she tried to take a look – and we instantly knew what we were having. Milton was overjoyed!!! She did all of the other measurements on the baby and everything seemed to be going along well and baby Turner is healthy.
As soon as we got home we started coming up with a list of baby names, and the very next day we headed to Babies-R-Us to register for gender specific items. Want to know what we’re having? Watch the video!!
I received a phone call on a Wednesday from Keith Kaiser with WDRB in the Morning. He heard I was pregnant and wanted to do a special on exercising while pregnant. It’s always fun to work with Keith. And, although I had looked forward to sleeping in the next day, I woke up before the crack of dawn to meet him at my studio at 4:30am. Yes, you read that right, 4:30am. We filmed several different segments and were on at various times between 5:00-8:30am. It was my national debut of the baby bump and I can say baby did a pretty good job.
Although bump is starting to show, most people that notice it tell me I have the “cutest little baby bump”. While it looks huge to me, everyone else says it’s all belly and all in the front.
I actually went to the doctor and she noticed my belly button sticking out. She said that usually shouldn’t start to happen until the 20 week mark. However, when she measured me, I measured correctly. SO…. we discovered that I have a short torso. What does that mean in baby terms? It means that all of my baby weight and baby will go straight out from my stomach. I don’t have much room to grow sideways. That’s why when I am showing so early. This makes me believe that I will be directing traffic with my stomach and he/she will have her own seat on a plane.
As long as the baby is healthy, I am happy. We are supposed to find out the sex on Friday the 13th (yikes)! Wish us luck!
Let the Numbers Rise
I love fitness, I love helping people reach their goals. I love trying to reach my goals. But, right now in my life, although fitness/losing weight is in the forefront for everyone else – losing weight has quickly gone to the bottom of my list.
As of right now, I am almost 16 weeks pregnant. If you ask my husband, he will smile wide and say that all of my weight is in my booty and that he loves every inch of it! Although I don’t notice growth there, I am happy to see that my itty-bitty chest is now just itty. The cleavage I never had it starting to peak out and make a special appearance. B cup and (maybe) C cup here we come!
Although the doctor said it wouldn’t appear until about 20 weeks, the starter belly has started to draw attention. And with the starter belly, has come extra pounds on the scale. During the first trimester, I didn’t gain too much weight. I ate about the same and worked out about the same. But, over the past two weeks all of that changed.
For the first time in my 35 years of existence, I stood on top of the scale and viewed a number higher than I had ever seen before. I was at a new all-time weight high. I screamed and whined, “Milton, I now weight127 pounds!” Without an once of worry or care he said, “Guess what? You’re pregnant and that number is going to grow even more!”
So my pity party lasted all of ten seconds. I know that I am going to gain weight, a whole lot more of it, but this was just the first major baby step toward getting there. Don’t worry, I am not going to diet and I am not going to cry every time the scale number increases. It’s amazing to watch the transformation your body goes through all while knowing there is a little he/she Turner inside. Each day I have these experiences, I find myself in more admiration for all of the mothers in the world. Regardless if you’re a single mother, mother of eight or just one – you’ve made a tremendous difference in someone’s life just for the simple fact that you’re a mom!
MYT is Me! 