Brynna opened her gifts then knocked out. Happy first Christmas Baby Brody! #instacollage
Friday, December 21, 2012
Sunday, December 16, 2012
She’s finally here! Brynna Helen Brody surprised us and showed up a whole week early (thank God!), giving us a Thanksgiving we will always remember.
We had actually planned to host Thanksgiving dinner and were pretty sure that everything was going to go as scheduled but Bryn had other plans. My contractions started at 9 p.m. the night before. Now I had been experiencing contractions at least a week leading up to my due date and had actually thought I was in labor. Ha! BOth times Alex and I went to the hospital, we were sent back home. What a letdown especially when you’ve been counting down the days (hours, seconds) until your little one arrived. So when contractions started coming faster and harder on Nov. 21, I brushed them off. Alex finally had to persuade me to go to the hospital. It’s a little embarrassing getting sent home. By the time Alex got me into the car it was close to 1:30a.m. and we were at the hospital by 2 a.m. where I was checked and of course nothing had changed. I wanted to scream, cry, whine, basically throw a mini tantrum cause I was so frustrated. It was so hard to tell false labor from actual labor. The nurse must have sensed my frustration cause she gave us the option of walking around the hallways for an hour to see if I progressed, which we took her up on. Hey, we already there so why not stick around? An hour later we checked back in with the nurse with every intention of heading home and getting some sleep before our guests arrived. But Bryn had other plans. The nurse checked me again and said those words I had dreaming of “Your water broke!” I think I was probably in shock cause what happened after that is a blur. I was checked into a room where a midwife connected me to a bunch of different devices (one that measured my contractions and another to monitor the baby’s heart) and stuck me to an IV. It was really happening. By this time I was extremely excited and nervous. I mean, this is what we had been preparing for. Game on.
I won’t go into all the gory details but will share the gist of Bryn’s delivery. I was in active labor for 14 hours. It sounds long but it really didn’t feel that way. I dilated to a 4.5 by 5 a.m. and was fully diluted by noon or 1 p.m. (wasn’t really keeping track of time at that point.)By that time I had received my epidural and some Pitocin to help speed things along. After pushing for 3 1/2 hours (stubborn little girl), the doctor decided an emergency C-section was needed. I was bummed since I had an image in my head of how it was supposed to go but my amazing husband helped me focus on what really mattered: Brynna. Like it or not that little girl needed to leave my tummy and get into our arms. By 5:53 p.m, Brynna was in Alex’s arms.
Best Thanksgiving ever.
Welcome home Baby Brody!
Saturday, December 15, 2012
Thursday, November 8, 2012
As Mr. Brody and I anxiously await the day Baby Brody decides to grace us with her presence, we’ve been soaking in all the sleep, free time and one-on-one time that we can get. I worry about all the ways a baby can (and undoubtedly will) effect our relationship. I mean, will we still have those moments of trying to make the other laugh as hard as possible? Will we still have time to lay on the couch together just us two? What about date nights and weekend trips? Will those still be a possibility? I’m sure they will be but it’ll take some time as we navigate our way through parenthood and being in charge of a life that we created. It’s just a little scary. And I’ve always been a huge worrier.
We also have two other “babies” to consider through all these changes. Our little Porkchop and Beans have been getting plenty of attention these last few months/weeks since we know they are in for a huge surprise. No longer will they have full run of the house (Beans ate another doggy bed, threw up on the carpet and demolished a huge bone. meanwhile Porkshop teamed up with Beans and ripped a hole in our couch. You know, the one we spent months searching for.) ‘
The pups “sharing” a bone we bought them to make sure they know that we love them.
We’ve been trying to prepare them for the baby by leaving her stuff around, letting them sniff her clothes, diapers and playing lullabies. We already foresee Beans stealing her pacifiers and diapers, while Porkchop will be all about her socks and stuffed animals.
So many changes are headed our way. Are we ready? Probably not but are we ever completely prepared for huge life changes? As I continue to countdown the days to my due date, I’m bracing myself for the huge changes that are about to come, reminding myself to breathe and lean on my husband since we are, after all in this together for the long haul.
Cute photos of the pups from their first Halloween.
Sunday, October 28, 2012
I’m so excited for Fall, it’s not even funny. I’ve been counting down the days until I could pack away my maternity maxi dresses and pull out my maternity jeans and sweaters. Oh, and my Uggs. I used to hate on Uggs but after my cousin gave me one of her old pairs I was hooked.
Although I’m loving the cooler weather, our pups are still getting used to it. In a previous post I blamed the heat for their bad behavior (pulling out cable cords, thrashing the backyard, eating my iPhone etc.) and now I’m blaming the cold. We came home the other day to a backyard riddled with holes and covered with green stuffing. Seems Beans decided to tear apart Porkchop’s bed — again! On another night, we let them have indoor/outdoor privileges and we came home to our couch cushions on the floor. Maybe they need to run around and chew things to stay warm?
Okay, so I really can’t blame their behavior on the weather. Maybe this is just what puppies do? whatever the reason, we bought them Fall gear and they seem to like it.
But not so much that they’ve stopped acting like jerks. We caught Beans chewing on a gas line and Porkshop gnawing on our butcher’s block. Oh, and those holes that Alex worked all weekend on filling with new grass patches have already been dug up.
All we can do is laugh.
Thursday, October 18, 2012
Our little family took a break from visiting pumpkin patches (2 thus far!) and did something for others. This past Saturday, Brynna and I joined fellow walkers in the Disney CHOC Walk. My crazy girl was such a champ. She was a little grumpy when I woke her at 4:30 a.m. – but really, who wouldn’t be cranky at that hour?—but her scowls faded by the time we were headed out the door. I enjoyed our early morning car ride to Anaheim, just us two. Something we so rarely do. We chatted back and forth, her roaring like a dinosaur and babbiling dada, baba, aqua and sometimes mama. I promised her that she’d have a wonderful time and the long car ride was worth it since her baby friends were waiting for her at the park.
At the park, we joined our walking team “The REAL Working Moms of Orange County,” and all their kiddos. I’m so so grateful to have found a group with genuine women who share common interests. Working mom, stay at home moms, soon to be moms, whatever their status, they’re awesome. Brynna’s Nina Celia joined us too – thank god!
Okay, so what was supposed to be a easy 3.1 mile walk through both Disneyland and California Adventure morphed into a “do we really have to walk the whole course?” kind of morning. It was awesome that so many people came out to walk for such an important cause but it made it difficult to navigate the route. But it was so fun! Disney characters were cheering us on and were ready to take photos with all the walkers. Past CHOC patients were present at the walk, which was both humbling and inspirational. It helped me remember how truly blessed Alex and I are to have a healthy, thriving butterball of a baby girl. And it’s nice to know that hospitals such as CHOC are there to look after the health of our daughter if any unforeseen circumstances occur.
I hope to make this walk a yearly family tradition. And I hope others join us! Yeah, it was a crazy early morning that was hectic at times. And it did mean two trips to Starbucks, but it was totally worth it.
Saturday, October 13, 2012
Friday, October 12, 2012
Monday, October 8, 2012
I’m eight months! Yay and boo. Yay because she is almost here but boo because, well, I’m scared. Capital S scared. I’ve been content dreaming that I’d fall asleep and a baby would magically appear in my arms. No pain, no screaming, no labor. Of course, that isn’t likely to happen so last month we signed up for a labor and birthing class, which not only helped prepare me for The Big Day but completely freaked me out! It also reinforced my hatred of birthing videos. These weren’t as bad as the Miracle of Life video many of us had to watch in middle school but they were close. Especially the one starring a women with an ’80s hairstyle and very shear robe. (Reminder to self, people will be visiting you in the hospital so pack a bra and non-see through pjs) But it was nice to be in the same room with other moms and dads-to-be who were also scared so there was that little bonus.
I’ve accepted that I have to grimace and push through (get it? ha!) whatever pain comes my way and am now focusing on counting down the weeks until we can hold her, see the color of her eyes and argue over who she looks like. Let’s hope she takes after Alex and is born with hair. I looked like a melon. Having her here will also allow us to breathe a little easier as Baby Brody has given us quite a scare these last few months. A month ago we were waiting for our appointment with the heart specialist because at my last checkup the doctor noticed a slight clip in our baby’s heart beat. Hearing the skip was enough to make my stomach drop. “You heard that too, right?” my doctor asked. She scheduled an appointment for us with an infant cardiologist (I’m sure that’s not the right title but I don’t speak doctor and am too lazy to Google it) to help determine exactly what was going on with little giblet’s heartbeat. She didn’t want us to worry so simply explained that everyone can experience an irregular heart beat now and again and that it was very unlikely that anything was wrong with our baby’s heart but we had to have it checked out.
Telling someone not to worry only makes them worry that much more. Of course I turned to the internet and found some really freaky stuff. Some chat rooms are filled with people who really like to share every single aspect of their life. it’s like reality TV only without all the screaming. WebM.D., MayoClinc etc. were all visited by yours truly before I finally made myself stop searching for answers.
We were so relieved when we finally got to meet with the heart specialist (who was like the coolest doctor, ever. I’m talking a non-lab coat wearing call me by my first name type of cool. Loved him!) who listened to the baby’s heart, measured its chambers and reconfirmed that yes, we are having a girl, and no, she does not have an irregular heartbeat. To say we were elated is an understatement. The fact that our daughter continues to hide her face from the camera and open her legs to prove she’s a girl only reinforces was an added bonus. She continues to make us laugh.
Since then things have been going well. She moves like crazy, uses my bladder as a punching bag and reacts to our voices, the dogs and music. The nursery is ready for her, we have a car seat (still in its box but we’ll get to opening it soon) and all the necessities.
There have been stretches in time when I can’t feel her move, which freaks me out but Alex reminds me that she most likely takes after me and is sleeping … again. Half the time she’s cuddled up under my ribs which flipping hurts like no other but at least I know where she is.
Although labor terrifies me I am so ready to have her here. My back hurts, my waddle is ridiculous and my maternity clothes are being stretched to their limits. One more month to go! C’mon Thanksgiving baby!
P.S. Porkchop and Beans are slowly getting used to all the baby stuff around the house, although Porkchop continues to run away with Baby Brody’s duck towel. Love them!
Friday, September 28, 2012
Yes they ate their way through the screen door. Beans destroyed her leash, Porkchops leash and her harness. And Porkshop woke us up last night with his loud snoring that we mistook for him having difficulty breathing. But we still love them Despite it all. Is it normal to miss your dogs when you’re away from them? I can only imagine how much I’m going to miss the baby if I’m missing the dogs as much as I am right now.
Monday, September 24, 2012
Beans has a foe. We recently discovered this as there have been mornings when she will bark incessantly for what we thought was no reason at all but Alex finally figured out what’s been setting her off. Squirrels. Two in particular who like to climb the power pole in our back yard and hand out on the wires. I felt bad for those rodents (are they rodents?) at first but now I kinda hope one falls off the wire into our backyard. Okay, fans of The Simpsons will understand when I say that these squirrels are like that baby with the unibrow. You know, the one that glares at Maggie begging for a fight? That’s exactly what these squirrels are to our Beans. I swear one gave her the stink eye the other day. Bean’s may be rough looking but she is such a daddy’s girl and super sweet so when she growls and barks you know she’s pissed. And for good reason. How dare these animals invade her territory and taunt her with menacing glares. Plus they eat the fruit from our peach trees. Rascals.
Porkchop is usually resting on the dog pillow while all this is happening. His enemies are the small birds that come into the yard. He chases them around but has yet to catch one (although Beans has and it was terrifying.)
Anyways, I’m with Beans on this one. Squirrels Suck.
Sunday, September 23, 2012
I think the number one question people ask me is “have you craved anything weird during your pregnancy” followed by “what do you miss the most?” After thinking about it for a bit, I’ve come up with a short list of food that I’ve either craved or hated on. It didn’t take long for me to think up what I miss. One word: Sangria.
My list of cravings:
First trimester: Oily, fattening fast food. I think I may have devoured 10 Taco Bell bean and cheese burritos within those first few months. McDonald’s breakfast was a must on the weekends and for some reason so was Panda Express. Of course I didn’t eat this stuff everyday but these are the items that I would have made my non-pregnant self stay away from. It has been reassuring to hear that my weight gain is right on track since I thought I ate all my calories those first three months.
For some reason bagels, toast, bananas and spaghetti were no-nos. Which makes no sense cause I loved all those things before pregnancy.
Second Trimester: I tried to wrangle in my non-healthy food cravings during the second trimester but man, sometimes you just have to give in. Non-fat yogurt, specifically the cake batter flavor from Cherry on Top, was a must at least once a week for awhile. Salads, wheat spaghetti and carne asada anything was on my list of things I had to eat. Lemonade, fruit salads, really fruit of any kind from peaches and nectarines to plums and strawberries were devoured like crazy.
Third Trimester: Pizza! Oh Costco, how I love thee. Mr. Brody is a fan of pizza too so we have had to rein each other in on this craving to ensure we aren’t eating it everyday. Almonds, peanuts, fruit and salad also make the list. Luna bars have also been a hit with Baby Brody but she’s finicky and some of the things beloved a few weeks ago (lemonade, bananas) are either hit or miss these days.
And the craving of the moment is… grapefruit! Delicious, bitter, acidic grapefruit. I’m talking about eating one to two a day type of craving.
But I can’t complain, these cravings could be weirder. Right?
Friday, September 7, 2012
Gone are the days when Mr. Brody and I would come home to a clean backyard and clam puppies. Now we are greeted by pups that bark, jump and whine just to get some attention. We were blaming their behavior on teething stage. I mean, who wouldnt act like a pest when you’re in pain? But we’ve realized that Beans is past that stage and Porkchop seems to have all his adult teeth, too.
I attribute their bad behavior to the heat. It’s hot. They’re bored, uncomfortable and need a way to make us pay for not being around 24/7 to spray them with the hose. Yesterday we came home to a broken screen door. They literally ate their way through it. One big hole for Beans and a smaller one for Porkchop.
I hope this heat dies off soon ‘cause it’s making our dogs go bonkers! At least that’s what we’s like to think.
Thursday, August 30, 2012
My list of what I thought I knew about having a baby but really had no clue about continues. Everyday there is something new that happens that leads me to Google my latest symptoms and leaves me scrambling for my copy of What to Expect When You’re Expecting(and no, I did not see the movie. The thought of sitting through 2 hours of a rail thin Cameron Diaz donning a fake baby bump made my stomach turn. ‘Cause seriously, who doesn’t gain weight when they’re pregnant?)
Here is only some of the things that have made me say whaaat?!
- Your nails grow like crazy, which is awesome but I’d much rather have my hair grow especially since the possibility of me cutting my own toenails at the 6 month mark went out the window.
- Your stomach is a museum exhibit. Once I started showing the stares started. There are the women who catch you staring and then offer a polite smile; the ones who catch your gaze then look away. And of course there was the woman at South Coast Plaza who stared at my stomach, caught me staring at her and gave me the “what, I can look wherever I damn well please” look. Then of course there are the girls who take it all in: you face, stomach and the rest of you to try and figure out if you’re really pregnant. I can’t wait to wear my “it’s a girl” sweater. If only the heat would let up.
- You’re the new Buddha. Okay, so I expected stares and love when people congratulate me on my bun in the oven but I didn’t really expect my personal space to be violated. Now, don’t get me wrong, I could care less if someone I know touches my stomach but if we are not on a first name basis, have never met or have only shared polite conversation – don’t touch the merchandise. It’s just weird. And kinda creepy.
- Everyone will have advice. From the clerk at the vitamin store, coworkers to the women in the elevator, everyone is an expert. Breastfeed/ don’t breastfeed, losing the weight will be easy; you’ll NEVER fit into your clothes again; eat less/ eat more. I don’t mind it from close friends, family or if I have sought it out but just because I smile when you ask “do you want some advice” does not mean you should plunge into a 20 minute litany on what I should/shouldn’t do. I‘m just being polite people. I’m scared enough as it is. Just wish me the best, tell me you are happy to answer any questions and move on to something else. I had so much “advice” thrown on me during the first trimester that it totally freaked me out. Luckily other friends and family have helped balance it all out. I hope to never do this to any of my friends. If I do, tell me to shut it.
- Leg cramps ain’t no joke. This is not your average cramp. They hurt! I’m talking about a wake you up in the middle of the night pain kinda pain. Not fun, but normal. I Googled it.
- You are not in control of your body anymore—nature takes over. Or at least that’s what I tell myself when my stomach pops out a little bit more and my craving for rocky road ice hits. For awhile I attempted to try and control what was happening but eventually I had to give in and just go with it.
- Hot flashes are no laughing matter. I’m sorry mom, for ever poking fun at you for carrying a fan in your purse and whipping it out whenever the heat wave strikes. Can I borrow one of yours?
So i know this was a little rant-y but give me a break. After all I am pregnant and it’s super hot. I’ve also discovered that pregnancy can be fun. Feeling the baby move, watching your stomach and body grow and strecch in ways that you never thought possible all the while knowing that it’s making a perfect temporary home for your baby is pretty crazy to think about. I have to laugh when I can’t buckle my shoes cause I can’t bend that far down anymore. And my husband agrees that some of my cravings are pretty ridiculous but also allow us the freedom to eat what we want. Anyone who knows me knows how closely I watched my diet before I was pregnant. Now, if I want a hamburger we are off to In-N-Out.
Just go with it, right?
Thursday, August 23, 2012
This past Sunday was awesome. For the first time in a long time, we actually had nothing planned which made for a pretty great day. Porkchop and Beans enjoyed having us around throughout the day especially since it meant extra treats. Saturday’s and Sunday’s are also bath days, which are pretty epic. Our dogs LOVE the bath. It’s really strange but also a little awesome. After Mr. Brody showers them down, they bolt from the bathroom and gallop through the house, showing off their shiny fur. It’s ridiculous but so hilarious to watch.
On a side note, I think I have puppy fever because I want another Boston. Thankfully my husband has vetoed my request. Maybe once Baby Brody is old enough to take care of a dog I will revisit the thought. Maybe?
Anyways, back to Sunday. After parading through the house and noshing on treats, the pups settled down and much like their owner, they spent the better part of the day watching Bridezillas, Gilmore Girls and napping. Mr. Brody gave me power over the remove Sunday morning. Isn’t he great? I think so!
Thursday, August 16, 2012
Porkchop and Beans have been doing some pretty cute things lately. Of course they’ve also trampled mud through the house, gnawed on furniture (and wall molding?!) and eaten some questionable items but it all gets cancelled with the hilarious things they do.
How can we stay mad at puppies with faces like this?
So, Porkchop hates the thought of exercise. I completely understand. It’s super tough these days to pull on workout clothes and drive myself to the gym but once I’m there I’m so happy I pulled through the laziness. Porkchop is the same way. He’ll try to hide, whimper and give us the “please don’t make me go” face but once he hits the ground he’s all about getting his walk on.
My husband is the best. No seriously, who else would be able to walk the dogs and pick up the largest bag of dog food that he could find? These days my energy level is at zero by the time I get home so Mr. Brody has been awesome enough to pick up the slack. Of course, this has required some creative thinking hence the shopping cart and the lazy pup nestled on top of the dog food. Love it!
and I love this guy, too. :)
Friday, August 3, 2012
As much as I complain about not being able to fit into my clothes I have to admit that there are some perks to maternity clothes.
1. Going belt-less: Hey lowrise jeans, yes you’re super cute and bring out my best “assets” but your tendency to fall whenever I sat or bent down required that i wear a belt in fear of becoming one of those girls. You know, the ones who show their undies or, gasp, booty crack. I miss you but not the work that went into keeping you in place.
2. Who needs zippers? Seriously, what good are you? It’s nice not having to worry about you being up or getting you caught in a too-long shirt.
3. Same goes for buttons: Oh how I remember those days of sucking in my stomach to get you closed on my ultra-tight skinny jeans. And then the glorious feeling of finally being able to breathe once your were unhitched. So this is what breathing feels like.
4. Flats, where have you been all my life? Of course I miss my Stevies, Nine West and Michael Kor heels and platforms but flats are nice too. I still wear platforms every now and then but for not every day like I used to. My back can’t handle it.
Not only can I walk several blocks without having to sit down or carry an extra pair of slip-ons in my purse just in case I had to be out in the field that day, but they go with everything. Yes, heels do add that “oh, these make my (legs, butt, calves everything) look good” factor, but if you’re like me, 9 out of 10 times I end up in flip flops by the end of the day. I’m sure my tootsies are enjoying the break.
5. Light, flowy tops: All my snug tees, sweaters and work tops are getting lonely. I miss them too. But the thought of squeezing myself into a sweater is enough to bring on a hot flash. for once I’m dressing for comfort, which means cute tops that let me move and let my skin breathe. I do sift through my drawers at least once a week wishing that I can wear my favorite graphic tee or work top but knowing how uncomfortable I will be once the top is pulled over my head makes me close the drawer. We will meet again once day American Eagle sweater that I love oh so much.
I’ve had a really hard time adjusting to my pregnancy body (yes I know that it’s going to get bigger) and really miss dressing the way I did several months ago but I’m trying to be positive. I still have days when I look longingly at the clothes and shoes in my closet until Alex steers me away with promises that I’ll wear them all again one day.
Until then, I’m going to rock my elastic-waisted jeans, nursing tops and comfy shoes.
Thursday, August 2, 2012
They did it!
After a month of dragging Beans and Porkchop to obedience school, the class is over. And they passed all the tests. The hubby and I were a little worried that they wouldn’t pass since both pups have been acting a little crazy lately. Both are teething and have been gnawing on everything (I lost a pair of sandals) and Porkchop appears to be in the rough-housing stage and just wants to jump on Beans and play bite with us. Geez! Lucikly I have a clever husband who realized that if we reward them with better treats the better the chances of them listening to us in front of the instructor. So yes, we cheated a bit and switched out the plain Cherrios for tasty chicken. And it worked!
Out pets have mastered sitting, shake, coming when we call them, laying down and staying. Well, they understand the “stay” command but whether they choose to obey it is another story.
We are very proud of our little graduates and are looking forward to the next step in their education: Intermediate Obedience School.
Congrats Porkchop and Beans!
Monday, July 30, 2012
Beans, unlike Porkchop who patiently poses for the camera, is more of a diva. If we want to get a shot of her, one of us needs to be holding a squeaky toy or a treat. Hence the reason I have so many pictures of Porkchop and so few of Beans. Unless you count the ones of her running away.
I will get some of her. Promise
Thursday, July 26, 2012
I’m counting down the weeks when I will reach 6 months. I can’t believe how much I grow each week! So crazy. Baby Brody has been having a party in my belly since my last post. No complaints here other than she picks the most inopportune times to get jiggy with it. When I’m trying to sleep, during a workout or while at work. It’s like she’s having a party and forgot to invite her mom.
Any suggestions on how to calm her down? Maybe the things that help to relax me will work on her: Soothing music? A massage? Endless amounts of rocky road ice cream?
So happy to know she’s having fun.