I apologize to those of you who still have my blog in your reader after a year and a half of no posts. I was surprised and slightly embarrassed to see that eleven people saw my post last week; I thought I had dropped into oblivion. My plan was to use this blog as more of an online diary over the next few months to track my exercise and nutrition through this pregnancy. So if you're into that sort of thing, by all means follow along. Otherwise, now you know to just ignore me completely.

Last week's exercise regimen

Monday--P90x Cardio
Tuesday--3 mile run
Wednesday--laziest day ever
Thursday--3 mile run
Friday--Strength Training (weights routine found in Abs Diet book)
Saturday--Being Isaac's birthday, I'm going to count two hours of vigorous housecleaning as exercise.

This Week

Monday--3 mile run
Tuesday--Long & Lean prenatal video
Wednesday--Crunch Fat Burning Pilates video (standing work is a good, gentle 30min cardio. Floor work mostly incompatible) 
Thursday--30 min. walk with weights & incline on treadmill
Friday--3 mile run
Saturday--Weights

I went to see an endocrinologist yesterday for my diabetes. He strongly believes it is delayed-onset type 1, despite tests that have come back negative. I will be meeting with a dietician in the next few weeks to figure out a diet/insulin plan. Type 1 is bad news, but a doctor who actually understands diabetes and doesn't throw me into an overgeneralized, vastly misunderstood category is definitely good news.

I was pleasantly surprised to discover that the P90x Cardio workout is quite compatible with pregnancy. I had to leave out the Superman-Banana exercise as it has rolling from stomach to back. The Dreya Roll was difficult, but not dangerous. As I get further along I will likely keep my feet on the floor during any jumping exercises. I imagine I will have to slow the speed of some exercises as well. As long as I listening to my body it will be a good workout to throw in the mix.

It was so nice to feel like I finally got a real workout. With the inversion on top of ice and cold weather it has been hard to get out.

To My Adam

Happy Birthday, sweet little boy!  We are so grateful that you are a part of our family, and we can't imagine life without you.

Being a year old means:

You can't keep a shirt clean for more than five minutes.

You can't keep Mom's shirt clean for more than five minutes.

You're old enough to know exactly what you want, but too young to understand why you can't have it.

Being best friends with your older brother. You two play so well together (usually).  He is so nice to you and helps you all the time.  You think he is just so funny and you enjoy watching his antics.

You're a total momma's boy.

You're starting to take some steps, and you're about to take off any day.

Papa is one of your favorite people.

You love your stuffed Mickey Mouse.

Smoothies are your favorite, along with watermelon, cherries, grapes, bananas, and strawberries.  Yogurt us up there, too, and anything with sugar in it.  You got your Mom's sweet tooth, for sure.

You love to jabber.

You act coy when you meet people talk to you.

You love your pacifier.

You laugh at naptime when I put you in your bed.

You already have twelve teeth!  I think Isaac had maybe four when he was a year old.

You are the sweetest, cutest little guy, and you have everyone you know wrapped around your little finger.

We love you!

Happenings

 I call this 'The Yogurt Tree'.  Or: 'What-Happens-When-You-Don't-Wipe-The-Counter-For-A-Whole-Day'.  Or: 'What-Happens-When-You-Just-Got-A-Puppy-And-You're-Remodeling-Your-Home'.  Mediums used were yogurt, animal cracker, and rose stem.  Sometimes you just have to find beauty in unexpected places.

We've been pretty busy at the P. household of late.  Mostly fun things, like:

 Remodeling.

 Lots of working on the remodel.  The Bug is loving the Father-Son time out helping his Daddy.

 Camping near Richfield.

We had a lot of fun.  The boys slept through the night, and in my mind that makes for a successful trip.  My allergies were SO bad, I had a hard time enjoying nature, but we got to do a little exploring and had some really good food (another huge camping win).

Yes, that is toilet paper in my nose.  Don't judge.

The rope swing was a huge hit.

Adam wanted in on the action.  He loved the swing!

PUPPY!!!

Introducing: Tacoma George.  Or: Tucker, Tuck, Tucky, Tuck-Tuck

 

Needless to say, we're having fun.  Tucker is a little ball of energy, but he's a fast learner and very sweet.  I think he is going to be a great addition to our family.  Shout out to my AMAZINGly tolerant, understanding, and loving husband for letting this happen. I love you, Babe!

SBB

Toys: check

Food: check

Treats: check

House, Crate, Kennel: check

3 Training books: read

Training Pads: check

Potty area in the yard: graveled

Stain & Odor removal: check

Brush, Shampoo, Nail trimmers: check, check, check

Vaccination appointment: scheduled 

Okay little puppy, we're as ready as we can be.  

Bring on the sleepless nights, potty training, chewing, whining, barking, scratching and biting.

I AM SO EXCITED!!!

 

Blossoms

 

Here are some pictures of the beautiful flowers from our yard.

Knights and Armor...or should I say Amor

So here I am, back from the dead. Or visiting, at least. I have been busy with all things 'move' lately and while slightly anxiety-provoking at times, it has been mostly fun. I will post some pictures of what we are doing to the house sometime soon. Maybe.

In the mean time...

I found this little gem from my senior year of high school while organizing some of our stuff. If I recall correctly we were given an assignment to write a letter to our future love, and that was about the only specification.

It's just too good to keep to myself:

Dearest Love, of whose sweetness I will one day partake, I pray thee, find me today. Though I know thee not, in my heart is a picture of thee.

Thine eyes, of deepest blue, glisten like the stars upon which I wish each night that thou wilt come to me. Thy hair is golden brown and soft, like unto the ears of a young pup. Thine arms are strong, and do easily embrace my slender frame. Thy hands are great, and rough from hard work, but do tenderly cup mine own hands. Thy words, which flow easily from thy passionate lips, do reach straight to my soul. Thou art never bitter, nor foul, nor rude. But rather, thou art kind, soft, compassionate, perfect.

Each night upon my pillow, do I dream of thee. Upon your white horse, will you one day ride into the horizon of my life. Is it truth, or be it just a hopeless dream? No, 'tis not so! My dream will one day live, and I will have thee for my own.

And when, for the first time, mine eyes do rest upon thy holy face, how will I know that it is thee? Oh, but I will know, my love, because it was meant to be. For when I see thee, I will know thee. And it will be as if we had known each other for all our lives.

I thought it was a dumb assignment, so I totally hammed it up. The whole thing was a huge joke. The funny thing is, I think it was one of the only papers that I got 100% on all year. My teacher ate it up! She wrote on the back: "This is beautiful! May I have a copy? Your prince will come--wait and choose wisely! :)"

Here’s the best part, joking aside: he did come. And I did choose wisely. And he is as wonderful as I had painted him to be, albeit sarcastically. If only I had known that everything would work out, maybe I could have chilled out and enjoyed my life a little more.