First comes love, then comes marriage, then comes the baby in the baby carriage. Let's face it, sometimes this little nursery rhyme is a total bleeping lie! Sometimes love doesn't come first... Sometimes love doesn't come at all. Fortunately for me, first came love, then came marriage, then came the Birdie in the baby carriage.
I really am lucky in love, I married a really great guy. I don't say this because I'm obligated to, I say it because it's the truth. Emanuel gets along with just about everyone, he's really bleeping funny {which is why I decided to keep dating him in the first place}, he's always on my side- in big things and small, he laughs with me and at all of my hilarious jokes, he's, like, totally hunky, and most of all he is a really bleeping super duper awesome dad!
My husband is so hands on with my daughter. He changes poopy diapers, he feeds her, he gives her baths, plays with her, reads to her, and is genuinely upset when he has to miss out on any of her waking hours. Sounds perfect, right? I really couldn't be any luckier... But could I?
There is a difference between moms and dads! The big difference is that when dad has the baby, dad watches the baby. When mom has the baby, she watches the baby and does everything else that needs to be done... with one bleeping hand! When Emanuel is home alone for a couple of hours with Birdie I come home to dirty bottles, a dirty high chair, clothes all over the place and sometimes a baby with a tee shirt and diaper only. On the other hand, when I'm alone with Birdie, I've done the laundry, cleaned the bottles, mopped the floor, made our next meal and picked up the messes she's left behind. One of my favorite stories about mom vs dad in our house is this: When Emanuel went back to work after we had Birdie, I finally got her on a sleep schedule. It was amazing! When it was nap time, she was ready, and I was able to put her down in less than five minutes. The first Saturday after that I asked Emanuel to put her to down while I shower. After my shower, I hear chatting in the room. I go in to find Emanuel and Birdie playing and his response was, "We were just having such a good time!" Get it together, man!
This is nothing personal against my husband, I hear from many other moms that he's not the only dad that is this way- although I know there are exceptions to everything! So, ladies, if you're planning on that baby carriage {no matter how it fits into your love story} make sure you've picked a really bleeping great guy first!
Friday, May 30, 2014
Monday, May 19, 2014
Skinny Fat
It has been said that you have nine months to lose your baby weight, ya know, because it took you nine months to put that weight on. While I was at my pre-pregnancy weight months ago, I am nowhere near my pre-pregnancy body. So, since I am a week away from nine months out of pregnancy, I thought it was time to get my booty back into the bleeping gym!
I just started back last week and I am as sore as ever. I did the stair climber, an old favorite of mine, and I only lasted five bleeping minutes before I was panting for dear life. Guys! Five! Minutes! This is embarrassingly ridiculous. Two years ago I was able to do at least 20 minutes on the stair climber! Instead of finishing up my half hour of cardio on that bad boy, I hung my head low and headed over to the treadmill next to my husband, where I finished my work out at a fast paced walk.
Like I just said, my weight is down... but so is my muscle tone! A friend recently asked me how I'm so small. The truth is, I really don't know. I guess I'm just a bleeping skinny fat. I eat fairly healthy {sometimes} and I don't drink soda. I guess my only real secret weapon is my insanely active child! She never gives me a bleeping break. You can usually find me bouncing her around, chasing after her, or carrying her in the Baby Bjorn. Those things don't give me guns though! I can assure you, Steve Erkle could beat me up... but I am determined to change this. Forget my pre-pregnancy weight, give me back that wedding bod!
Yay for getting back into the gym... And for not feeling so bleeping guilty about that bowl of Rocky Road I chowed down last night!
I just started back last week and I am as sore as ever. I did the stair climber, an old favorite of mine, and I only lasted five bleeping minutes before I was panting for dear life. Guys! Five! Minutes! This is embarrassingly ridiculous. Two years ago I was able to do at least 20 minutes on the stair climber! Instead of finishing up my half hour of cardio on that bad boy, I hung my head low and headed over to the treadmill next to my husband, where I finished my work out at a fast paced walk.
Like I just said, my weight is down... but so is my muscle tone! A friend recently asked me how I'm so small. The truth is, I really don't know. I guess I'm just a bleeping skinny fat. I eat fairly healthy {sometimes} and I don't drink soda. I guess my only real secret weapon is my insanely active child! She never gives me a bleeping break. You can usually find me bouncing her around, chasing after her, or carrying her in the Baby Bjorn. Those things don't give me guns though! I can assure you, Steve Erkle could beat me up... but I am determined to change this. Forget my pre-pregnancy weight, give me back that wedding bod!
Yay for getting back into the gym... And for not feeling so bleeping guilty about that bowl of Rocky Road I chowed down last night!
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