Monday, October 24, 2011

Stir Fry all the time.

Baby Rags hasn't been too picky for these past 12 weeks. The smell of garlic which I used to love is now a negative. Taylor discovered this when he sprinkled garlic powder on some ribs he was boiling and it woke me up from a deep sleep. I spent the rest of the day barricaded in my bedroom with a towel under the door, muttering very mean things.
One thing Baby has been craving is stir fry. When I realized I wasn't getting enough Vitamin C during the day (I'm not a fan of orange juice), I needed a recipe with lots of bell peppers (which contains almost triple the amount of Vitamin C as an orange). So I call my go-to lady when it comes to cooking and my mother-in-law recommended a stir fry that was easy to make and healthy. I have now entered into a relationship with this meal, and have had it twice in the past three days.  I'm reheating my left overs as we speak.

I'm 12 weeks now, just over the hurdle into my second trimester. Praise God.  The first two weeks I found out I was preggo was probably the worst for me. I hardly left my bed and was miserable because I always felt nauseas. The thought of making it another 8 weeks feeling that way was really depressing. But eventually, I learned how my body worked, and as long as I was never on empty, I felt better. Certain things triggered me to get sick a handful of times, but after my sister's 23 weeks of vomiting during her pregnancy, I considered myself blessed.

I found this adorable dress and bloomer pair online. If little Rags is a girl I definitely plan on sewing these. 

Admit it I would be the most handy mother ever if I make this.

This doesn't have anything to do with motherhood but I plan on getting my hair cut soon and this is what I landed on. Maybe a tad longer in the back.

I was a little hesitant to share this in case anyone snagged these ideas, but oh well. This is my favorite nursery I have come by.  I have already found the black and white chevron rug which I am in love with. The soft grey, white, and Tiffany blue color scheme with coral punches is genius.  The only change I would make would be the chair. I'm a rocker. Obviously this is, again, if Baby Rags is a girl. Which  not a single person seems to think, by the way. But if I'm having a boy, I plan to keep to the chevron rug and grey and white colors, but make the blue more of a boy blue. Not baby boy blue, but a deep blue.  My heart gets pumping just thinking of a whole new room to decorate. It's like Christmas.

And next week, I'll finally show some pictures of Baby Rags. Who is the size of a peach this week! Slowly making my way through the produce section.


Tuesday, October 18, 2011


Also this.

A move, a Positive, and a new home.

Hi everyone! I realize it has been months since I have updated but I promise, I have viable excuses. These past few months have been extremely say the least.
My husband Taylor finished up 2/3 of pilot training, and we were required to move to complete the last part. Out to the very small town of Enid, Oklahoma. Now, moving is stressful enough. It was our first big move being married and there is a lot of paperwork etc. involved when you're in the military. So, to make it more interesting, God gave us a little blessing the morning of August 29th. I never thought a pink addition symbol could leave me speechless, but this tiny plus sign was the start of something huge. Whoa. I was pregnant.
Taylor had been wanting to start a family since thirty minutes after we got married, so a little after a year I decided I was ready to start our family. We kept quiet about it however, you never know if you are going to run into problems. Three weeks after I decided I was ready to be a mom, I found out I was going to be a mom.
Keeping it a secret was probably the hardest thing I've ever had to do. Taylor was at work when I tested, so I tried to think of a cute idea to tell him hey, we're having a baby. So I went Target, still shaken, and just threw some things in my cart. A copy of Goodnight Moon, some tiny diapers, onesies. I went home and filled up his sock drawer with the goods, and threw in the positive tests. (Believe it or not, these do come with caps, so it's not that gross.) So Taylor got home and the first thing he usually does is change out of his flightsuit. I sat there on the bed, shaking, and nervously smiling. He opened the drawer. Nothing. He stood there. Looked at me. "Are you trying to tell me something?"
Now, I'm not quite sure what else I would be communicating by filling up his drawer with baby things. Then he picked up the tests and said, "I don't know what these mean!!" And I just started laughing. He finally gave me a belly hug and stayed there for about ten minutes.

Moving was a bit challenging because I felt ill most of the time, but we finally made it out to Oklahoma and into our house on base. Taylor is excited to start his last part of training, and I'm keeping busy unpacking and trying to put our house together. Most likely, we will only be here until the end of May. My due date and Taylor's winging just happen to be two weeks apart, so. That's fun.

Anyway, I will try and update more frequently to keep my family and friends informed about how things are going with my first pregnancy. Next week I will be 12 weeks and finishing up my first trimester. Thank goodness, I'm ready for that energy.
More soon!