“B” is for blue and also for boy

Yes, my friends, it’s a boy.

Gender reveal pregnancy annoucement

I was told this looks like an engagement announcement, and, now that I think about it, it totally does.

My goal was to show off my fingernails, which are painted blue (for boy!)…

…which were painted during a manicure…

…which I’m able to get for the first time ever…

…because I stopped biting my nails AND PRENATAL VITAMINS.

Prenatal vitamins are no joke. While I don’t have the thick, luxurious hair some women speak of or whatever the “pregnancy glow” is supposed to be, my fingernails are stronger than they’ve ever been. Unless I break one, I can’t bite through them any more.

So I stopped biting my nails successfully for the first time since I’ve had teeth.

Cheers to me!

(Not that I’m any good at having nails. I messed up that pretty polish approximately 10 seconds after I left the salon.)

Prenatal vitamins are important for the baby so he can get the nutrients he needs to grow to baby proportions, and, while they’re super good for me, too, it doesn’t mean they’re pleasant.

Not only are they the biggest vitamins ever, they smell and taste terrible — making all poor pregnant ladies gag.

We’re already nauseous. This is cruel.

Plus, if they’ve got DHA or if you take a separate DHA supplement, you’ll immediately barf.

Like immediately.

I don’t take the DHA anymore…

I’ve had problems with multivitamins in the past so I switched to gummy vitamins, which do not make me gag or vomit.

natures bounty womens multivatimin

Also pictured are Co Q-10, Omega-3/6/9 oil and vitamin C. Pre-pregnancy, I took two of each of these a day.

Just… I’d feel a little silly buying gummy prenatal vitamins OTC when I have a prescription for the pharmacy stuff with extra folic acid for his tiny brain and spine.

Which reminds me… I need to call the pharmacy :/

 

Pregnancy Advice: Sleep now, you never will again

When you get pregnant, you get advice.

“Don’t lift more than 40 pounds.”

“You can lift as much as you want.”

“Don’t eat soft cheese.”

“Most cheese in the U.S. is safe.”

And this gem from my doctor’s office: “Don’t drink alcohol or do illegal drugs.”

Hey, thanks!

I’m a first-time pregnant person so I appreciate advice because I have no idea what I’m doing.

The topic of today’s advice: “Sleep now because you’ll never sleep again.”

In my opinion, “never” and “always” are hyperbole words that don’t have any real meaning. You can’t use them realistically unless you use them statistically. (Ha!) If I never sleep again, I’ll die, which is not hyperbole. The body needs sleep or it dies.

So you can’t say “never.”

I will sleep again. Stop saying I won’t.

I’ll just sleep less. The baby will sleep more than me. You will sleep more than me.

I’ll hate both of you.

It’s fine.

However, the advice to sleep now is actually really good advice, and I’m taking it to heart.

Fitbit sleep tracking

Look at all those green stars!

Maxing eight hours on the regular, except Wednesday… Made up for it Saturday, though! (I was also icky sicky so no one shall look down on me for sleeping a half a day.)

I’m like a cat.

Except I can’t fit in the stroller.

Cat in the stroller

If you bring it home, and it has a slightly concave section, and he’s not supposed to be in it, the cat will sleep in it.

 

20 weeks and counting

Supposedly the size of an artichoke and the length of a small banana, the human I’m growing is turning my insides into what is probably a horrible tasting vegetable fruit salad my dog certainly won’t like.

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Hopefully, he likes the human. (The husband was holding a treat above my head.)

Today, I’m 20 weeks, which is half-baked if you were curious.

Why did I wait so long to share my news? I did tell everyone I know — Facebook — at 13 weeks, but why wait until 20 to start blogging about pregnancy? I mean… just the food alone could keep me busy for weeks. Why, why, why have I missed out on so much?!

Well, nausea, for one.

Lots and lots and lots of nausea. Just constant nausea.

Number 2: Exhaustion.

Do you have any idea how physically exhausting and mentally draining the first trimester of pregnancy is? Making a human is legit hard.

I was monstrously tired. Too tired to cook, to move, to do… I slept often.

BUT only when I wasn’t getting up to pee every seven minutes — not a third trimester-only symptom.

AND when I wasn’t waking up at 3 a.m. like clockwork for no reason.

So, yeah, I missed out on a lot of good writing opportunities.

…but I’m makin’ a human so I give myself a break.

 

#justonejanuary

How do you stop at just one cookie?

Sohee Lee of Sohee Fit wrote an article about the very subject, republished by Greatist.

Lee said stopping at just one cookie has nothing to do with discipline. She eats what she wants, when she wants (I also do that), but she balances her sweets with protein (I don’t do that). Lee also delays her sweets and treats if she knows she’s going to indulge later in the day or the week.

balance + planning > willpower

Usually, I have no problem stopping at just one cookie. Except for doughnuts, I’m not big on sweets. I do, however, have a huge problem stopping at just one taco. I don’t think it’s which food you overeat but that you overeat.

For example, I like to eat – let’s say multiple – tacos and at least two doughnuts (I’m obsessed). There’s a good chance I’ll eat more than two…

Wichita Kansas Donut Whole Donut Hole

A sedentary office job and eating more than one doughnut put weight on me. Obviously, a more active lifestyle and eating no doughnuts will help take the weight off me.

But we all know I’m not going to stop eating doughnuts (again, I’m obsessed).

Wichita Kansas Donut Whole Donut Hole

And Lee doesn’t want me to stop eating doughnuts. Good woman.

“Ban no foods. Otherwise, it doesn’t end well. The point is to not obsess over what you’re eating.” – Sohee Lee

I honestly haven’t obsessed about my food in ages – unless, it’s a positive obsession about the glorious-ness that is the doughnut – which is probably why I’ve put on as much weight as I have. Sneaky hidden weight that doesn’t show up until I sit down or try to put on old pants.

Instead, Lee promotes allowing yourself to eat food when you want – even food you fear to eat because you might binge nosh until you hate yourself.

She also encourages you to keep your “cheat” foods in your house. If you want to EAT ALL THE COOKIES, you should keep cookies in your house. That way, the urgent desire to consume them isn’t as overwhelming.  I’m not sure about this one – I almost never have cheat foods in my house – but I might not have identified any cheat foods to keep out of my house, which is probably more accurate.

I already allow myself to eat what I want, when I want. Now, I just have to add Lee’s delayed gratification tactics by planning my treats in advance and balancing the sugar (or, in my case, salt) with sugar fighters (or salt fighters).

With planning, balancing and a little will power (I’m going to need it), in January, I am going to have just one:

  • Doughnut (Heaven, help me.)
  • Beer
  • Glass of wine
  • Taco
  • Cookie, cake pop, dark chocolate square, etc.
  • (I’ll think of more when I come to a situation.)

The “just one” attempt does not apply to the following:

  • Fruits and veggies
  • Triscuits
  • Tortilla chips
  • French fries
  • Meat balls
  • Other tiny foods meant to be eaten in multiples like those cute sandwiches and ridiculous small tacos

I will document #justonejanuary on Facebook and Instagram. Let’s see how well I do!

#shaecation

This is how you #shaecation.

House cleaning (and washing my curtains for the first time).

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New Eiffel Tower lamp.

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Tacos + Wine

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Dog washing.

#shaecation (7)

HAIR CUT.

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Beer because, of course.

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Drawing!

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Concert and friends!

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Lounging around the house.

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Cheesecake… with BACON.

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Contemplated painting my kitchen so my cat doesn’t blend in anymore.

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Mahjong.

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Trip to KC for some BBQ.

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Family time :)

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When you can’t vacation, #shaecation.

Transitioning: Jobs, insurance, lifestyle

Last month, I left my job to join the University Relations team at Newman University.

A lot of things change when you change jobs.

I have a new boss, a new team, a new desk, new tasks…

I have new health insurance, a new dental plan, new investments…

I have new energy, new sleeping habits, new morning rituals…

I have work-life balance. 

When once I would wake up with work – checking email while making coffee at 6 a.m. (if I could pull myself out of bed that early)…

And when once I would go to bed with work – checking email again before finally closing my eyes…

And when once I would dream about work…

I don’t check my email until I get to the office in the morning – though it’s still pretty impossible to wake up at 6.

I don’t check my email when I’m at home in the evening.

I don’t bring work home.

I go out with friends. I stay in with my husband. I make dinner – and I’m getting so good at cooking protein.

We went to a musical, people.

Even after just four weeks, I have so much more energy. I want to do stuff again!

Like work out.

Cook food.

Walk the dog.

Get a Fitbit.

I don’t know how many times a person is allowed to fall off and get back on the metaphorical wagon, but I plan on giving it another go.

Week #1. Done.

Finished Insanity Week #1!

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Insanity (2)

Insanity (3)

skinnyshae (60)

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Learnings:

  • 5 a.m. wake-up calls are not as awful as I thought (except Tuesday).
  • I get sleepy around 4 p.m., and I am grumpy until sleeping happens again.
  • I drink less coffee.
  • I am hungry all the time.
  • I am sore everywhere all the time.
  • Eyes can sweat. Fact.
  • Eye sweat makes your glasses fall off during push-ups.
  • Second-day hair is not possible when you’re doing Insanity.
  • Cardio Power and Resistance is quite possibly the worst ever.

I gained two pounds. I hope both were muscle. Fingers crossed.

On Sunday, my rest day, I woke up feeling antsy. I didn’t know what to do with myself so I did 30 minutes of stretching and took a 20-minute walk with the husband and the dog.

Feeling less antsy, but I think waking up early every day and working out is messing with my “sleeping in” schedule.

Rude.