Baby, Cozy Coffee Catchups, Family, Life, Mom Life

Cozy Coffee Catchups

Imagine we’re sitting in a cozy, sunlight living room. Comfortably tucked into oversized hug-your-body chairs. Snuggled up to fashionably fuzzy pillows. A stylish coffee table between us. Two jumbo mugs of steaming coffee within arm’s reach.

If we were sipping coffee together I’d tell you . . .

How incredibly long and surreal this week has felt . After another uncomplicated (and otherwise medically unremarkable) pregnancy thus far, my husband and I found out that I’m showing early signs of delivering prematurely again. Oh, the mixed emotions! . . . On one hand, I wasn’t a bit surprised when the NP told us. Being that our first little guy spontaneously arrive 6 weeks early, the possibility of having a second early arrival feels absurdly normal. At the same time, my body’s ability to make such a drastic change, seemingly overnight, caught me off guard. There have been zero red flags up until now. Add to that, the weekly injections I take with the specific purpose of preventing preterm labor . . . My mind has gone through a kaleidoscope-like shift over the past six days, moving from unfazed acceptance to nervous anticipation, finally settling into an unshakable peace.

I’d let you in on my word of the week. Grateful.

Grateful for early detection.

Grateful for modern medicine and fetal monitoring.

Grateful for the steroid shots that will help develop my little man’s lungs and prepare him for life outside my body, in the event he does arrive sooner than 37 weeks.

Grateful to have made it to 34 weeks and 6 days. Three days further along that I was when Little J was born. Three days more pregnant than I’ve ever been!

Grateful even for bedrest . . . Because while bedrest is an absolute punishment for someone like me—Read: someone always in motion, who rarely sits, and who thrives on movement and fitness to keep the blues at bay—the alternative is most certainly brining another NICU baby into this world. And while he still may arrive early, despite all precautions, warning is my golden ticket of a difference with baby Luke. If there is anything I can possibly do that boosts his chances of staying put, you better believe I will do it to a big, fat capital T. Every second he bakes allows him the opportunity to grow stronger. And for that I am grateful.

If we were sipping coffee together right now, you’d see the unwavering smile on my face. I am at peace. At peace with waiting. At peace with not knowing. And at peace with simply sitting (literally).

What have you been up to since our last coffee chat?

Peace,
Y

Cozy Coffee Catchups, Life

Cozy Coffee Catchups

Imagine we’re sitting in a cozy, sunlight living room. Comfortably tucked into oversized hug-your-body chairs. Snuggled up to fashionably fuzzy pillows. A stylish coffee table between us. Two jumbo mugs of steaming coffee within arm’s reach.

If we were sipping coffee together I’d tell you . . .

All about my little man’s red-hot fire truck birthday party, and how I still can’t believe that I’m the mom of a TWO year old . . . The weekend went so well! My in-laws flew in Friday evening and we all met up with my SIL’s family for a big family dinner at one of our local Tex-mex restaurants. Let me tell you, my kid can PUT AWAY chips, beans, and rice!! . . . Despite a bit of confusion about Saturday plans and a minor internal stress moment on my end—Let’s face it, a) I get really thrown off when plans are sprung on me last minute AND b) it compounds my anxiety when I already have plans and this happens—the kinks were smoothed out without any hurt feelings. Everyone hung out at our house and enjoyed a casual brunch while the kiddos played, which allowed me to begin baking early in the day (meaning I wouldn’t have to pull a late-nighter) without missing out on hanging with the family . . . And then there was the big day. Little man slept in until 9 am and asked for ‘mustins’ (muffins, which is what he calls cupcakes) right away! The look on his face when he came out to see the house decked out with streamers and fire trucks is one I will hold in my heart for so many years to come. It’s funny how long the day felt, although his party only lasted about two hours! I think it’s safe to say the kids all played themself into good naps . . . And wore the adults out, because everyone in our house took a nap later that afternoon!

And while I’m not one for mindless chatter about the weather, I’d have to mention just how enamored with this spring weather I am. Hello sandals!! While it also means making keeping up with my at-home pedis, I am more than willing to swap boot season for barefoot days! Move over socks, I don’t need ya anymore! Plus, the warmer weather means more outside time with little man. Walks to the park and rides around the block in his ‘big Jeep’ make for a happy mini man and happy mama!

I’d ask if you’re reading anything interesting at the moment, and tell you how I’m not as far into High Performance Habits as I expected to be . . . But in the best of ways. I typically set a pace for myself with each book I crack open. The number of pages divided by the number of days to finish within for a daily-number-of-pages-to-read goal. Super nerdy? Maybe, but hey that’s me . . . With HPH however, I realized early in that it isn’t the kind of book to simply blaze through. At least not for me, considering each section ends with a set of questions that require inner reflection and aspirational thinking. It’s the sort of book to journal along with. I’m not sure how long it will take me to get through it, although my goal is to have it finished before baby is here . . . Because I’m going to be 100% realistic here. I don’t expect to get much self-development in for a while after he’s born.

I’d let you in on my current mental weather . . . Sunny with a cool breeze . . . With just 10 weeks until my due date, the reality still hasn’t quite set in. Mom of TWO. Boy mom. Mother of kids (plural!!) . . . Excited? Yes. But it’s the kind of excitement when you’re anticipating something that feels too far out to be real. Prepared? As much as I can be mentally. Room wise? Not at all. I mean, he has a room. The current decor aesthetic is rocking chair, dresser, and a stack of boxes. I suppose I should start unpacking, doing laundry, and preparing soon . . .

My face when you ask me if the nursery is done.

And since we’re already on the topic of preparing for baby, I’d mention how my hospital bag has been top of mind lately. I guess that means I’m mentally preparing more than I give myself credit. Ironically, I had everything purchased for my hospital bag when I went into spontaneous labor with Little J . . . It just wasn’t washed or packed . . . That could be why I’m feeling lead to get my bag prepared early this pregnancy. I have almost everything I’d like to bring this time. Almost. An Amazon order or two will do the trick. You know, this may have just given me an idea for my next post!

What have you been up to since our last coffee chat?

Peace,
Y

Cozy Coffee Catchups, Life

Cozy Coffee Catchups

Imagine we’re sitting in a cozy, sunlight living room. Comfortably tucked into oversized hug-your-body chairs. Snuggled up to fashionably fuzzy pillows. A stylish coffee table between us. Two jumbo mugs of steaming coffee within arm’s reach.

If we were sipping coffee together I’d tell you . . .

About my haircut woes. William Shakespeare once said that ‘expectation is the root of all heartache,’ and I agree. The cut pinned to my hair inspiration board, that I showed my stylist, and that I expected to receive was a lightweight, textured bob (think Lucy Hale circa 2015). What I’m now sporting is in the realm and cute in its own way, but falls short of my desired look. A bit too round. Sans edgy chicness. Not textured enough to thin my mass amounts of hair into submission. It is by no means a bad haircut, thank goodness. Just not what I expected . . . Sigh . . .

I’d also tell you that my mini man is just 9 days away from officially being a TWO YEAR OLD. And how this milestone has me feeling unsteady. A mix of pride and heartache. Because watching him grow from a teeny, tiny preemie into a sweet and spicy little man over the past two years has been nothing short of incredible. And I now finally get why mommas cry over stuff like this. Nope, it’s not to be dramatic like I previously thought. Whoops! But because the heart can only hold so much emotion inside before it comes rocketing out like a shaken up bottle of soda. Oh, the sense of pride to see him grow mixed with a heart wrenching sadness over the fact that he’s growing up! . . . More sighing . . .

If you asked what’s bugging me lately, I’d let you in on my literal pain in the booty that keeps cramping my days. Sciatic nerve pain. Pregnant much? And how I’m attempting to combat it with a combination of wearing my super sexy maternity support belt and practicing prenatal yoga.

I’d tell you how much I’m currently loving my new maternity jeans. Thank you Amazon! Not only for having a decent selection of maternity jeans under $50, but for the unearthly convenience of not having to leave my house . . . I imagine you’ve got your own set of adorable rugrats and can totally relate with my bump style talk.

I’d also reveal my latest guilty pleasure TV show. Now, I may not know a thing about the Bachelor, but girl can I tell you all about getting hooked on the Masked Singer! And if you were caught up too, we’d talk about the mind blowing season finale.

Most importantly, if we were sipping coffee together, I’d want to know all about your week. What you’ve been up to and what’s new.  And I’d ask you to catch me up.

Peace,
Y

Inspire, Life

Goalsetter

I’ve had my 2019 goals on my mind lately, and thought about doing a ‘goal check-in’ post, but realized I haven’t blogged about my goals in the first place . . . So, before checking in I suppose I should outline what my goals are.

I’m not your traditional New Year resolution setter. My goals are not fix-it goals. I don’t subscribe to the ‘new year, new you’ philosophy. I happen to like ‘me’! Instead, I’m more of the growth-oriented goals kinda gal. This year, I’ve decided to focus on personal development, self care, and pursuing things I enjoy.

It’s easy to write out a lengthy list of everything I want to accomplish throughout the year . . . And then subsequently forget over half of them in a week or so . . . Instead, I narrowed it down to just 5 things that bring joy to my heart in different ways.

  • Spending more time in the kitchen . . . Baking!
    Baking holds so much nostalgia for me. It brings back happy childhood moments. Of just learning to bake. The excitement of learning something new. Feeling so ‘grown up’ for being allowed to navigate the kitchen mostly unsupervised. Of eating cookie dough and licking the frosting out of the bowl.

    Early adolescence ruined my relationship with food, and that damage stuck with me through my mid-twenties. So much so that I avoided baking for years and years because I’d labeled it as ‘unhealthy.’ And while I feel I will always be repairing this relationship in some way, I’m in a much better headspace with my health and my idea of what healthy living is.

    So, this year I’ve decided to get back into my baking groove. Nothing is off the table. From healthier bakes to classics and truly decadent creations, I am giving myself permission to bake my heart out.
  • Living a more balanced life.
    Balance. There is a fine line between taking on too much and just enough. Especially in the season of life I’m in right now.

    I used to be the girl who threw herself headlong into mountains of work. Piling on the projects. Never saying ‘no’ to anybody. Whether it be to take on a larger workload, head up another project, or help out a teammate. For years, I felt a sense of pride in always being busy . . . Until I realized that I was only using work as a band-aid to cover up other areas in my life where I didn’t feel so much like a rockstar. Namely my anxiety and depression. If my schedule was jam-packed, I literally had no time to think of my inner self. Good, right? So WRONG.

    Stepping out of the corporate world and into 24/7 mom world has be a huge change for me. And yet, it can still be super easy to let old, unhealthy habits creep back in . . . If I just use nap time to do all the things, then I can rest later. But of course later never comes because there is always something that can be done that feels more pressing and less selfish than doing something just for me.

    I’m really working on being more intentional with my time overall. Saying ‘no’ to certain things so that I can then say ‘yes’ to things that are life giving. Realizing that ‘no’ can just mean ‘not right now’ and isn’t always a definite. Choosing to be in the moment when little man is awake, instead of trying to do it all. Scheduling everything. From grocery shopping, to structured learning, playdates, my workouts, dedicated study blocks, etc . . .

    And possibly even more importantly, I’m learning to be okay with the fact that not everything gets checked off my list each and every day. Feeling more than just okay when little man and I have a lazy day, and instead being grateful for days the days when we live on the couch, snuggled up in blankets amongst a mountain of story books. Because the days are long, but these past two years have been short! And I have a feeling that is exactly how raising kids goes.
  • Reading more variety.
    I love to read. Growing up, my summers were spent with my nose in books. My family didn’t have all that much money, so while other families traveled to theme parks, went on cruises, or spent time exploring other countries, I traveled to distant lands, different dimensions, and back in time right within the safety of my own home. Whether sitting outside in the warm summer sun or curled up on my bed, I lived between the bindings of many a book. As an adult, while I can’t say I live in books anymore, I still love to lose myself as often as I can.
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    Every year, I write ‘read more’ on my list of goals. This year, my specific intention is to read more variety. While I love binge reading a captivating series or devouring book after book from a favorite author, my mind has shifted towards growth. What can I read that will grow my creativity? How can I increase my productivity? What can I do to grow myself? What skills can I learn to be successfully self-employed?

    I still love a good fictional read (and will still indulge of course), but am being more intentional about filling my reading list with non-fiction books that promote personal, spiritual, leadership, and business growth.
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    Here’s what’s made the list so far:

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    Into the Water by Paula Hawkins
    Anxious for Nothing by Max Lucado

    Currently Reading:
    High Performance Habits – Brendon Burchard
    Battlefield of the Mind – Joyce Meyers

    Up next:
    Girl Wash your Face – Rachel Hollis
    It’s Not Supposed to be this Way – Lysa Terkeurst
    The Blessed Life – Pastor Robert Morris
  • Tuning in for growth.
    While I’ve never been able to get into audio books, I love me a good podcast! Life as momma is rarely stationary and requires using pause frequently when listening or watching anything at all.

    Now that he’s in toddler land, my little guy is much more aware of his environment and interacts with what’s happening ‘on screen,’ which makes me even more mindful of what I listen to and what I have on in the background. Anyone else just like to have something on for background noise while they go about their day? Long gone are the days where I can just stream a guilty pleasure show while cleaning house. And sitting down to actually watch something from start to finish (uninterrupted) only happens after he goes to bed.

    Still, I find myself wanting something to fill certain spaces of time. Like when I’m folding laundry or cleaning the kitchen. That coupled with the growth mindset I’ve been in makes for the perfect podcast environment.

    Expectations are everything, so I never expect to finish a full episode at once. 10-15 minute pockets of time are great. When getting ready for the day. Making a Target run or driving to the grocery store. Or for light workout days when I walk on my treadmill while little man plays with his trucks next to me.

    The top 3 podcasts I’ve been listening most to lately are:
    Rise by Rachel Hollis
    Earn Your Happy by Lori Harder
    Havilah’s Podcast by Havilah Cunnington
  • Organization.
    This goes hand-in-hand with balance, but is more specific to organizing spaces. Keeping our home tidy and having a dedicated place for everything really helps me stay sane. Not even kind of joking. Anyone else? Over the years, I’ve learned that cleaning up is so much quicker when items have a dedicated home. It takes the guesswork out of finding a place for say, the paint supplies or the gazillion Hot Wheels cars littering the living room floor. Paint supplies go in the paint bin in the craft closet. Hot Wheels go in the ammo-box-turned-toy-car-bin. Etc . . .

    My main focus as of late has been closets, cupboards, and drawers. So far, I’ve transformed our linen closet, bathroom cupboards, laundry room, and my unmentionables drawer with simple and effective storage solutions. I’ll have to write a dedicated post on this soon because I’m quite proud!

    Next on my list is whipping our pantry into shape. Oh, and getting the nursery organized . . . Once we begin setting it up that is.

    I’m not sure if this is possibly how I nest, but organization has really been on the forefront of my mind when thinking of preparing for baby #2. In my mind, if I have dedicated organization solutions in place that help simplify keeping the house tidy now, it will be easier to upkeep our household when I’m juggling two littles. Who knows. I may be a dreamer. Only time will tell.

Even though I’ve thought these goals over quite a bit and have been actively working on each so far this year, there’s something so cathartic and satisfying about seeing them written out. Know what I mean?

So how about you? What are your 2019 goals?

Peace,
Y