parenting

sweet child o’mine

June 26, 2015

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 i’m officially 12 weeks into this whole motherhood gig.

the baby police have yet to take my little person away from me; although hunkiest and i did catch her the other night putting in a request for a transfer.

our sutton is slowly finding her groove.

her parents?

the jury is still out.

her preferred method of communication is still crying.

she LOVES to cry.

not that i expected sundown, elizabethan poetry recitals, but a taylor swift song, at least to break up the afternoon wailing and the midnight waterloos, would be nice once in a while.

the pediatrician assured me her fondness for gibber and grandstand for pop music will come soon enough.

we had her first shots on monday.

sutton barely winced.

her father and i, on the other hand, cried so hard we both vomited, needed a tight swaddle each for soothing, and were simultaneously breastfed by the nurse.

if it’s true the apple doesn’t fall far from the spin bike than baby girl’s first words will most likely be a profanity-laced casserole of expletives.

we’re taking bets on the following:

motherfucker, goddamnit, cock-sucker, or fuckyoufisherprice.

money is already stowed away for sutton’s future therapy bills, and i’ve cleared my schedule for the parent/teacher conferences coming my way.

while most moms are researching pre-schools and sleep-trainers {the best}, i’m getting her on the “list” for rehabs and military academies.

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i pretty much feel like i’m doing everything wrong….all. of. the. time.

from diapering to bedtime stories, {she’s more US WEEKLY than Vanity Fair,} i fall asleep counting the number of fails of the day rather than sheep.

even my “mommy” nightmares are wrong:

a girlfriend asked me if i was having the “standard,” pre-requisite-to-being-a-good-mother-nightmare:

where you’re dreaming that you’re “rolling over on your baby in bed and smothering her?”

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um, that would be a “no.”

yes, i am having this re-occurring nightmare

and it IS absolutely terrifying.

we’re talking cold sweats, screams, and a fear of falling asleep at night.

but instead of harming my sweet baby, i dream that i still haven’t been asked to my jr. prom, and all of my friends already have dates.

so we know where MY priorities lie.

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luckily for my own, my husband’s, and my daughter’s sanity, i went back to work last week.

it’s definitely a lighter schedule than i’m used to, but it’s enough so that i’m getting my brain wrapped around things besides sleep schedules and formula ounces.

although i worked out until the day i delivered it was at a much lighter intensity; my workouts feel hard, but SO SO good!

i gained 40lbs with my pregnancy; 17 of which still hasn’t come off.

i used to wear boyfriend jeans. now i wear these-are-why-your-boyfriend-broke-up-with-you jeans.

funny though, for all the crazy body image issues i’ve dealt with in my life, this is the least i’ve cared about how i look, how much i weigh, or how much i’ve worked out for the week.

i’m just so grateful to FEEL good again {after a wretched pregnancy,} and to have a healthy, beautiful baby girl.

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so let’s talk about that girl.

my girl.

my girl with the birthday cake breath.

 yes she likes to cry.

but i, of course, think it’s the prettiest cry in the land, like a choir of forest fairies lullabying the violets and dandelions to sleep for the night.

when she’s overly exhausted, you can hear heartbreak in her cry. it brings me to tears; like when nina simone laments over lost love, or when i discover i’m out of coffee.

no, she doesn’t always sleep through the night.

in fact, she’s sometimes partial to the every 45 minute dance party–especially between the hours of 11pm and 4am.

my under-eye dark circles have become my new, signature “look.”

one day i will miss these middle of the night wake-up calls: that gummy smile, those eyes so bright and sparkly they light up her pitch-black nursery, buckling my knees with a love i’m convinced can solve all of the world’s problems.

forget drones and peace talks……i dare ANYONE to have hate in their heart after a baby looks you square in the eye, and cups your cheek for comfort.

or try being angry when the dead-weight, sack of flour, of a newborn naps in the crook of your neck.

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other than this new mammal under our roof, things are pretty much the same.

our beasts still run the show, and we just pay their mortgage; in no way have are they in second place.

i’m still not ready to talk about the “game of thrones” finale so let’s just leave it that.

i wouldn’t take any book recommendations from me for a while—i’m only trying to read books where i don’t have to think, cry, or care about anyone in them—so pretty much kathie lee gifford and i have started our own book club.

my fantasies these days aren’t of white sand beaches or first class to morocco—lately i’d give my left foot for an ativan sandwich and 4 hours of uninterrupted sleep.

i have NO idea what this season’s summer sandal or IT-bag is…my accesories of late consist of spit-up and my night-guard; anything and EVERYTHING to ensure that i will never get pregnant again.

we are DONE.

one and DONE.

so who sutton looks like?

 she is the carbon copy of me as a baby except without any eyebrows…we’re hoping misha nesselrod will soon come to her rescue.

although, if you ask my mother, she says {and i quote} “sutton looks like axl rose after he gained all of that weight.

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so there you have it.

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according to my mother folks, that’s my baby ⬆︎.

and yes, grandma {aka “gigi”} is no longer babysitting for us.

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so as i wrap up this post, over the internet and television, breaking news is coming in that the united states supreme court has made the landmark ruling to provide same-sex couples with the right to marry in all 50 states.

i hope my computer doesn’t short out from the tears flooding down my face into my keyboard.

this is not hormonal emotion, this is human elation.

long overdue, but a welcome decision—it’s still hard to wrap my brain around the fact that people who love each other need the government’s permission…but that’s another post…

i am euphoric for my friends, my family, my daughter, and my fellow americans, gay and straight.

we have taken a supreme court step towards a more tolerant and loving society.

this is a great day.

friday-equality-for-all-to you m’loves!

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knocked-up fitness: a giveaway!

March 31, 2015

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even though i’ve been teaching fitness for over 15 years, when it came to the pre and post natal field, my knowledge was limited. my knee-jerk reaction to taking on private clients who were expecting has always been to pass them off to the expert, aka erica ziel, creator of knocked up fitness–the leading pre and post natal program in the country.

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a mother of 3, erica has spent her entire career educating herself and others on the benefits of exercise during pregnancy. her knowledge is cutting edge, experience-based, and major media, ie the new york times, parenting magazine, people magazine, etc. routinely reference erica as the leader in the industry. she is currently on the board for fit pregnancy, educating the public on the do’s and don’ts of pre and post-natal fitness.

i am so lucky to consider her a friend and colleague.

but as of nine months ago i have started seeing her as a client; she has provided me with immeasurable comfort and support during this physically challenging and whacky time of my life.

here’s a glimpse of some of what we do to keep me as strong and comfortable during this pregnancy:

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i warm up each session with a cat/cow type of stretch using an exercise ball.

this is nirvana for my tight back, but also strengthens my core.

one of the most eye-opening take-aways from training with erica has been her knowledge on core-strength. so much of what i had been taught and told to do for mamma’s and their core, specifically what i knew about preventing diastis recti: the separation of the abdominal wall that happens to many pregnant women, was actually counter-productive to keeping the abdominal muscles strong.

erica’s post on avoiding any and ALL crunches during and right after pregnancy is a must read!

i was doing the occasional isometric crunch here and there, thinking that because my core was already strong i could continue with abdominal flexion—NO! NO! NO! apparently this type of core work can encourage the split in your rectus muscles!

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here we are strengthening my back and opening up the front of my chest.

erica is consistently getting me to “MOVE” through all ranges of my back–an area i’m typically timid with due to chronic low-back pain.

during our workouts erica encourages me to really activate the spine—this has helped me tremendously with staving off the occasional lumbar flare up, and so far, with three weeks to go, i haven’t experienced sciatica-a common ailment during pregnancy.

if you’ve been working out prior to pregnancy, strength training is still allowed and encouraged to keep you feeling as agile and pain-free as possible, even though everything else on your body gets bigger and activities become harder–getting out of bed for me these days warrants a standing ovation and straight across “10’s” from the judges’ table.

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here is my favorite exercise to do with erica! she “lets” me do these every session.

it works the core, glutes, arms and legs!

see erica’s instagram for how to correctly execute.

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having erica as a weekly touchstone has given me so much stamina, relief and peace-of-mind during this crazy time.

the amount of conflicting information on pre-natal fitness is mind-boggling, and i’ve come to believe opinions and advice are typically given from a place of fear rather than knowledge.

erica has broken it all down for me with her decade-plus experience.

she has empowered me with knowledge that i can take into all my other activities these days–such as spinning, strength training, and pilates reformer classes.

she is someone i will continue to seek guidance and education from way after my little person is delivered.

erica’s post-natal program is perfect for busy moms everywhere!

luckily we all don’t need to live in southern california to take advantage of her expertise.

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erica is graciously donating her 3 dvd sets and knocked up guide to pregnancy book to one of my lucky readers.

there are several ways to enter this giveaway:

simply leave a comment here on my website, my facebook page, or instagram page.

 liking my facebook page, following me on instagram and twitter also earns an entry.

enter the drawing more times by following knocked up fitness on twitter and instagram, and liking knocked-up fitness on facebook.

that’s nine entries right there!

erica’s dvds are great workouts, and are not limited to just the pre/post natal–anyone can do these workouts and see amazing results regardless if you’re a man, woman, momma or not.

good luck m’loves…contest winner will be announced next monday 4/6/2015.

——–contest closed. 

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best laid plans…..

February 12, 2015

 

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what is it that they say about best-laid plans?

i had a grand scheme for these nine-plus months of uterine hospitality:

~visions of my water breaking at the 41st week, in the gym shower, post record-breaking calorie expenditure in my spin and pilates classes.

~a diet of 100% organic, vegetarian meals tastefully spread throughout my day at 3-hour, blood-sugar friendly intervals; invigorating me through all the catch up coffee-dates and afternoon walks with my dearests.

~a maternity style to rival nicole richie: teeny tanks coupled with toothpick jeans would alternate easily with the same maxi-dresses i’ve been wearing for last decade.

~my silky, prenatal vitamin-induced, pantene commercial hair flowing long and untangled down my cocoa-buttered, pilates-toned back.

~today was supposed to have been day six of me frolicking in a bikini, downing fresh coconut and pineapple smoothies, lounging on the sand with hunkiest as we celebrated our romantic babymoon in hawaii.

but instead i sit here at home, medically restricted from any type of travel, wearing my 3rd, new bathrobe in 6 months {two sizes larger of course} trying to keep my daily bowl of campbell’s bean with bacon soup down for the second time this morning.

every, single, date, meal, and outing i’ve made with friends and family, i have had to last-minute cancel due to nausea.

that glossy head of hair, promised to me by all the mommy blogs is, in actuality, a tangled, parched, rat’s nest that has become a playground for snarls, split ends and most likely fleas.

but what makes me most heavy-hearted is having to go on official leave from work—those dirty braxton hicks seem to arise every time i teach, and my doctor has officially pulled the plug on my microphone.

i really had intended to teach all the way up to “labor day,” and i feel like such a loser for not keeping that commitment to my incredibly supportive managers {wes + dani.}

so until my little person is evicted i am taking a seat in the back row; still working out but without the microphone, old skool rap and obnoxious hair flips.

but all of it so worth it for the mini-me i’m lucky enough to have growing inside me.

thursday happy to you m’loves.

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