Bumpdate 17 Weeks



Hey hey! It seems so surreal typing one of these "bumpdates" up again. Like is this real life or just deja vu? I feel like I need to explain my entire first trimester as I'm starting bumpdates late in the game as compared to when I did them for Belle's pregnancy. But such is the life of a second child I suppose - sorry in advance kid!

This is one of my favorite week marks because a lot of women start feeling movement, which was by far one of my favorite parts of being pregnant the first go around. I've been on constant watch for that first flutter and may have just had one last night, but the jury is still out on whether it was just that or a weird muscle cramp. Our sweet babe is about the size of an apple this week and it's organs are all pretty well formed (how insane is that) and it can begin to hear the sound of my heartbeat and voice. I told Belle this and she is ever the excited big sister saying "hi baby, me big sister!".

This pregnancy has thus far been so completely opposite of when I was pregnant with Belle. I was so sick and nauseous the first five months with Belle and other than being more exhausted than I have ever been in my life during the second month of this pregnancy I have zero complaints. The first trimester I hardly felt pregnant at all, other than the amount of naps I needed and a few food aversions, it was a pretty calm couple of months.

The bump finally popped a couple weeks ago and has just continued to expand until here we are, no longer able to wear my pants comfortably. It has made me need to modify a couple workout moves and sleep a little less comfortably, but I'm telling you - if it weren't for the growing melon hanging off my abdomen and the constant need to pee and eat, I have very little to say on how I feel different physically - praise.to.the.Lord.

A lot of people are saying that since this pregnancy is so different, I'm probably having a boy... but to be honest I think it has a lot more to do with how I've cared for my body this year and the fact that I've kept up with daily exercise and not giving into (most) junk food cravings - and my doc agrees. Endorphins are magic my friends. Even when you don't feel like it... just get some exercise in while pregnant - it has made a world of difference already.

At this point I've gained about three pounds and have read that this next stage of pregnancy is when the hunger and weight gain starts picking up. It's a strange feeling to watch the body and strength you've worked so hard for for months slowly morph into a different shape and form a different sort of strength. It's been challenging me mentally and emotionally more than I thought it would. But obviously a growing belly is an absolutely wonderful thing in this case, even if my head is taking a minute to catch up to my heart.

So so thankful for this little growing gift and all the things it's teaching me already.

Until next week, BUMP out!

Grace Upon Grace


Well hello there! Things have been a little quiet on the blog for a couple months now and there is most definitely a reason! As you have probably put together by the picture above (if you don't follow me elsewhere on social media), we're pregnant with our second little miracle and all kinds of excited about it!

I've wanted to share this baby's story here on the blog for awhile and share all the details surrounding what a sweet miracle it is, but as we all know, mom life is busy and during the holidays especially, so this has been put on the back burner for a few weeks! Due to the nature of how long we've wanted this baby, the story is a bit long and we all know I'm long winded to begin with, so feel free to go grab a cup of tea before you start reading. I'll wait. ;)

This little one's story actually started over a year and half ago when we decided we wanted to start trying for another little munchkin. For those of you who know me or have followed me for a while, you probably know that I have PCOS (cysts on my ovaries) and that just six months before getting pregnant with our sweet Belle I was told by multiple doctors that it would be very difficult to get pregnant naturally and that I shouldn't get my hopes too high up. Belle was our miracle. Belle Anne actually means Beautiful Favor and that's just what she has been for us. God's favor wrapped up in a spunky little nugget that is our sweet girl.

Needless to say, I have been very cautious in hoping I would get the chance to carry another baby in my own womb. So when we started trying in the summer of 2015 I wasn't holding my breath. As the months went by though, I realized just how badly I wanted another baby and how heartbroken I was getting over the negative pregnancy tests month after month. I felt guilty for feeling so broken about it because first off all, I had already been given a baby that doctors had told me I may never have and secondly so many women in this world had gone through years of negative tests and hardcore fertility treatments. I felt I didn't have the right to be so upset about it (and was actually told that by well meaning individuals), but try as I might my heart started to ache more and more and I grew more upset with each passing month until I got to a point where I started to feel a bit numb. I decided for my own mental health I needed to stop the tracking and stress of all the "scheduling". So we took a break. We didn't prevent by any means, but we took the stress out and knew that if God wanted us to have another biological baby, He would make it happen precisely when He wanted to and that's just what He did.

Ya'll marriage is hard. It's two imperfect people being joined for life and learning how best to love one another in all their differences. Sometimes crap hits the fan and you're covered in it. It's challenging and messy, but in the best sort of way, because it's one of those relationships God uses to shape you into who He desires you to be. Well this Fall was one of those times that very unexpectedly, crap did indeed hit the fan and we needed to clean ourselves up a bit. So we decided to give ourselves some breathing room to deal with the mess and we pressed pause on that baby. By God's grace, we fixed the fan that had spiraled out of control and found our groove again. However, we decided to keep preventing until after our holiday travel plans.

Little did we know God had other plans that we wouldn't be privy to for weeks.

We took Belle to Disney, enjoyed fall activities we had wanted to do for years and simply rested.
Then I got food poisoning Halloween weekend and was laid up for a few days and it hit me that I was a little late. However I didn't think too long about it because that was an impossible option in my mind with the combo of preventing and my cysts. So I moved on about life.
About a week later and still not feeling back to my normal self after the food poisoning, it struck me again and I loaded Belle in the van and went to get the pregnancy tests immediately. The whole time I kept telling myself I was over the moon crazy.
I took them. Both of them. Back to back because of how fast those little lines popped up on the first. I was in so much shock that I wrapped them up and put them out of sight for a couple days. I wrestled with so many emotions those few days, it's kind of a blur. How in the world could I be pregnant? I mean, I couldn't - the tests were clearly defective right? I had a routine doc appointment that week and I would just see about all this craziness.

Well obviously I was told they weren't wrong. Ha.
So the night of my doctor's appointment I finally let Barry in on the crazy news! I will never live it down that I waited nearly a week to tell him, but I wanted to do something a little more special then just blurting it out this time and those first few days I was in way too much shock - so no regrets here. I waited until Belle went to sleep that night and handed him a envelope where I had explained it humorously that he had knocked me up. He was immediately overjoyed as I knew he would be, which helped my shock ease a bit, but it didn't fully go away for a few more weeks.


We decided not to tell anyone until we got to talk things through with Belle - because we happen to have one of the most perceptive toddlers ever and we didn't want her to be blindsided by anyone calling her a big sister and us not having explained it to her yet. Due to having a higher risk of miscarriage because of my cysts we chose to wait until we saw my OB and had an ultrasound before explaining all things baby to Belle. Ya'll that first ultrasound, seeing that little tadpole of a baby  and hearing it's heartbeat is like nothing else. I probably would've cried if that 8 week ultrasound wasn't such an uncomfortable experience. That is when the lump that had been in my throat for two weeks dissipated and started giving way to excitement and smiling over this sweet miracle. There it was. Our baby. One we had started to think we may never have. The size of a blueberry and all kinds of perfect.

Telling our first little miracle about this one will forever be one of the sweetest memories. We took her out to lunch after the appointment and told her that she was going to be a big sister and that there was a teeny tiny baby growing in my belly. The very first thing she wanted to know was if she got to hold and sing to the baby. Cue the emotional pregnant hormones into overdrive, why don't ya? Sheesh. She is seriously already the best big sister - helping me rest, praying for "her" baby, rubbing and kissing my belly and excitedly telling people about the baby. She also "checks" on the baby multiple times a day via an app on my phone that shows a 3D image of how the baby is progressing week by week. It may just be the cutest situation I've ever encountered.


I'm 16 weeks and our sweet babe is the size of an avocado at this point, which would explain why my bump has finally popped and I'm hitting the stage of probably needing to go get some baby bump friendly jeans. My bump waited to pop a lot later this time, so I'm super excited to finally look and feel pregnant after just feeling like someone who needed to catch up on sleep!

This baby is such a picture of God's grace to me. I feel so loved and known by God. He knew the exact moment He wanted to give us this gift. He knew what craziness this year was going to hold and the uncertainty of what this current year is already throwing our way. This baby is a constant reminder to me that God is on His throne and knows exactly what His children need and when they need it.

I plan to post "bumpdates" again this time around, although starting waaaay later than I did with Belle's pregnancy since we didn't publicize this pregnancy until the holidays which was no time to start working blogging back into my weekly routine, ya feel me? However, they will happen and I can't wait to share the differences and ups and downs of this pregnancy with you all!

Until next time, BUMP out!

Tasty 8 Minute Omelet



If you are even somewhat healthy living minded, I'm sure you've heard that breakfast is the most important meal of the day and it truly is! It's the meal that shoots your metabolism up and gets it revved for the day and one of the easiest ways to keep you from indulging the rest of the day. Wait, say what? Yep. Eat a big healthy breakfast each day and watch it be easier to resist unhealthy temptations the rest of the day!

For my breakfasts I typically alternate between my superfood shake and a big ol breakFEAST like you see in the photo above. Almost always consisting of eggs, a veggie, a fruit and a piece of toast with a little almond butter and touch of honey spread on it! My favorite morning fruit is grapefruit as it works on killing stomach fat, aids in digestion and regulates blood sugar levels. All of which are great things to kick your morning off with, am I right?

Ok, ok, but onto my favorite easy omelet recipe!

2-3 Whole Eggs
1 cup of fresh spinach
Paprika
1/8 cup of your favorite cheese (I prefer feta or shredded mozzeralla)

Place your pan on medium heat and spray a little olive oil on to keep your eggs from sticking.
Whisk together your eggs and however much paprika you prefer (I just sprinkle it in).
Tear spinach up and fold into your egg mixture.
Once the pan is hot, pour eggs and spinach mixture into pan and let cook for 3-4 minutes, flip and do the same on the other side. Sprinkle cheese either on top of omelet or inside. I like to drizzle with a little natural ketchup and cracked pepper. Voila! Easy, Yummy, Healthy in less then 10 minutes!

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