Writing Challenge: 10 things that make you happy.

In an effort to get myself writing more in 2017, I’ve decided to attempt a writing challenge. There are several ideas available on pinterest to help encourage you as well. Feel free to steal my idea and post your own too. It’ll be fun to see. Enjoy writing & reading in 2017!

Here goes the first one…

List 10 things that make you really happy

Well, there definitely are a lot of things that make me happy on a daily basis, but if I absolutely M U S T choose ten… these would be them…

  1. Both of My Kids. They are everything I ever dreamed of. Even on our worst day, my heart bursts with love for them. I prayed hard for these two & I’m so grateful that they are the two angels that were chosen for us. Life is just more beautiful with them in it.
  2. My Hubby. He’s my lover, my best friend and the glue that holds our family together. I couldn’t imagine doing this life without him and having him in it is a gift to us all.
  3. My Family.¬†What can I say? They are my people. They are where I come from. They are who I am. They bring me back to where I came from and where I’m going. I love them even when I’m mad at them. Family… can’t live with them, can’t live without them.
  4. My Friends. They say that your friends are the family that you choose for yourself. That may be true, but I feel like each one of my friends entered my life at the precise moment that I needed them and has been here every moment since. They are my crazy and happy village. They keep me grounded and help in guiding me through this crazy life. I love each of them dearly and am one lucky girl to have them in my life.
  5. The Beach. Set me at the beach with a book and a cocktail and I’ll live happy forever. The beach is my #1 Happy Place and the number one reason why I chose to live in Florida. Yes, I did grow up near Lake Michigan, but there just isn’t anything that can compare to a Florida Sunset on the Gulf Coast. In fact, I don’t even have words to describe it. It’s that magnificent. Honestly, I even considered putting the beach in the #1 spot! Just for a second. Ha! Going to have to place more beach days on my calendar for 2017. For sure.
  6. Dancing. For as long as I can remember, I have loved dancing. Both professionally and recreationally (as in dancing in your living room or a bar, get your mind out of the gutter!). It’s expressive, it’s stress relieving, it makes you smile/laugh and it’s free (for the most part). What more could you ask for?! I’m hoping to join a few dancing groups this year in an effort to reclaim myself. If I had to choose a “hobby”, this would be it.
  7. Traveling. I love everything there is about traveling. But mostly, I just love the quality time that is spent with my family (or my hubby when it’s just the two of us). I’m really looking forward to starting a tradition of family vacations with our two. I have so many wonderful memories of traveling with my parents. In fact, my Dad insisted that we drove EVERYWHERE. His first flight wasn’t until I moved to Florida in 2001! I want to try and be like that too. There’s so much more to see & enjoy when you’re driving
  8. Mexican Food. OMG. I could eat Mexican food for breakfast, lunch and dinner… and even dessert and snack. I absofreaking LOVE it! From Tex-Mex to the real deal. I’m totally all about the Mexican food. Do you know who Rick Bayless is? If you don’t, you should. He has a great little program on PBS, but even better… he has some fabulous mexican restaurants in Chicago. And, we’ve been there! PLUS, he just opened one at Disney Springs over the summer. We’ve already been there TWICE! Ha! If you go, get the Watermelon Margarita & Enchiladas. To Die For!
  9. A Day at the Spa. Now, I’ve never actually spent an entire day at the spa. However, I have had a few treatments in a row done that made me more relaxed than ever. I think I chose this one because it does make me happy, but it’s also a reminder (or maybe even a suggestion to my hubby) to get myself some pampering over 2017. I’ve pushed myself to the side a lot recently. I deserve a little bit of downtime and pampering too.
  10. Being a SAHM. For as long as I can remember I have wanted to be a mom… a Stay-at-Home-Mom. There’s nothing that brings more joy into my life than my two children and seeing their faces on a daily basis. My mom both worked and stayed home with us. (Not at the same time. Obviously.) And when she did work, it was because she had to. Not because she wanted to. I’m so grateful that I am able to be home with them. It wasn’t easy (financially especially) at first, but I think we are finally figuring out how to manage our finances and our time better to allow it to continue.

Come back next week for another installment to my 30-Day challenge.

A look back on 2016


\Can you believe there are only five more days until Christmas?! Holy Bajeezus this year flew by fast! And what a year it has been. Even though the state of our world has been amiss, the state of my family has not. (thank goodness) Finally, we were spared a year where most everything went well. (I think that’s the first time I’ve ever really been able to say that.)

At the beginning of 2016, my husband and I joined a Couch-to-5K training group through the local triathletes group. I have never thought of myself as a runner, but something inside of me woke up last January and said “You can do this!” and I did, along with my hubby and our daughter. My hubby was a runner in high school & college and I wanted to start the year doing something that could tap into his interests yet give us something to do as a family and this was the perfect option… quality family time, quality personal quiet time (face it, running is an individual sport!) AND I got to get fit in the process. It was a total win-win.

Our first 5K we did as a family was in February in Tampa. Gasparilla. Oh Gasparilla. I was so pumped up for this race. I had it in my head exactly how I was gonna run and where I was gonna finish and how I was gonna feel about myself after… and then… it all went downhill. I started out pumped up and then the stroller started feeling heavy, my legs started to cramp, my feet felt like I was dropping cinder blocks onto them, I couldn’t catch my breath, I wasn’t able to drink enough water to keep my mouth from going dry and I felt like I could pass out and puke all in the very same moment. I had no idea what was going on! (I’ll get to that in a minute) But, towards the end of the race I looked up across the water and caught a glimpse of the USF Health building. This is where our little Ella was “conceived”. I thought to myself… “Self, you fought damn hard to have this little girl. You went through some shit to get her here. Now, get your ass and gear and run across that finish line!”. So, I listened to myself and did just that. I picked Ella up and we ran over that finish line… together!

I may not have finished at my best, but I finished with my biggest achievement to that day in my arms. Immediately following the race, my hubby (Tom) asked me how I felt. My response, “Dang, I could really go for a ham sandwich right now!”. **Insert cocked look and silence from Tom** Ha!

A few short weeks later, I decided to finally take all of Ella’s baby clothes, toys and my maternity clothes to Goodwill. I had come to terms with only having one child at the end of 2015 and I didn’t want another thing in the house that would make me feel worse. So, off it went. Well, shortly after that I started having these weird cramps (in the reproductive area) during and after my runs and I just felt bogged down. “No Way!”, I thought, “I cannot be prego, can I?!”. Well, I just so happened to have a spare test hanging out under my sink. (Of course I did, the leftover habits of a pee on a stick addict. Infertility does that to ya, am I right?) And… while brushing my teeth that February morning, I found out that my PCOS had let up and we were about to welcome our 2nd and final miracle into our family! To say we were shocked is an understatement. By April, we received the news that we were expecting a BOY! Finally, our family was complete. One of Each. We were over the moon.

At the end of April, my brother flew down with his new girlfriend and her boys. My parents were already here; as they were coming to the end of their first year as snowbirds in Florida. The week they were here was Ella’s 2nd birthday. We enjoyed an overnight at Disney and ventured into the Magic Kingdom. And… Ella received her first haircut on Main Street! It was a fabulous week and I have so many wonderful memories.

Then, the heat crept in and I started becoming HUGE and UNCOMFORTABLE! It was time to take a break. So, we headed up to New York for my Mother-in-Law’s 70th Birthday party and a day in the city. Ella absolutely LOVED Times Square (especially at night) and Mommy enjoyed an excellent meal in Little Italy.

The best part was spending some quality time with our oldest niece. She jumped in a Uber after school and joined us for lunch at Junior’s (the famous cheesecake joint, yum!). I can’t even believe how grown up she is! She was Ella’s age (2) when I met her 13 years ago. It’s been a pleasure watching her grow up.

Living 45-mins from the beach is definitely my favorite part about being a Floridian. And, we definitely got in our time at the beach this summer. Our girl is a HUGE lover of the beach just like us. So, we took her with us for our 10th Anniversary weekend getaway in August. She enjoyed the beach and the down comforters in the hotel. She takes after her Mommy! ūüėČ

And then, it was time to start getting ready… for the little guy. Ella and I spent a lot of our time over August and September at home lounging on the couch and watching TV. I’m not proud to admit how much TV she watched during that time, but I physically could not get down on the floor to play with her and/or maneuver her into the car for an outing or play date. It was just too exhausting and I was in wayyy too much pain to do much of anything. So, I was very thankful during the time that she just went with the flow.

The first week of October brought us our first hurricane in several years and behind it was our very own pint-sized hurricane. I woke up on October 8th with a severe headache and swelling. This wasn’t my first rodeo, I was pretty aware of what was probably going on with me but I decided to take some Tylenol, drink some water and lay down on my left side for a few hours and see if my blood pressure would drop and the headache would subside. Well, it didn’t. And so, I called the Ob. The midwife was on-call and instructed me to get myself together and head into triage. They would be waiting for me. A few short hours later, I was being prepped for a c-section. They found protein in my urine. Plus, I had been monitored for a few days anyhow due to excess fluid around the baby and it was increasing. So, off we went. At 8:16pm on October 8th, we welcomed our precious 2nd miracle.

Andrew Thomas — 9lbs 14oz and 22in.

He spent the first eight days of his life in the NICU due to some fluid in his lungs causing an irregular breathing pattern. Now, he’s 12lbs 10oz and a healthy baby boy. We love him to pieces! He was our missing puzzle piece.


Of course, his sister would like to think differently. She’s having a slightly tough time adjusting to him being here. She’ll come around though. Probably about the time he starts sitting up and can start laughing at her crazy self. ūüôā

The last few months have been a beautiful disaster. My house is a mess. I’m completely unorganized. I go days without showering or brushing my teeth. I have forgotten appointments. I feel like I haven’t slept in ages. (I haven’t blogged in months! Ha!) And…. I love it! I may complain from time-to-time (don’t all moms?), but I have never been more happy in my life. I truly feel like 2016 was our year. I only hope and pray that 2017 is as loving to us.

Prepping for Baby #2

Well, I’m about to enter into the 3rd trimester. I can’t even believe it! This pregnancy has seemed to fly by. I suppose that’s due in part to the pint-sized dictator I have with me daily. (God love her, but two years old. Whew!)¬†Makes dwelling on my anxieties a little hard when I have to tend to her.

I’m so grateful that there hasn’t been anything traumatic so far this time around. Other than the cerclage (which was precaution & my cervix has held up… Thank goodness!) again, it’s been a breeze. NOTHING like my first time around. Only thing I’d have to admit to this time… I’ve kinda packed on the weight. Yes I know, I’m growing a human, but not being on Metformin this time around¬†(in my head) has done a number on me. ALL the carbs are sticking! I’ve recently received the “watch your weight” talk from the doc too. But, at least my blood pressure and everything else is in check. So I’ll take it!

Another tidbit of good news during this pregnancy came in the form of a genetic test. My mom was diagnosed with breast cancer in 2006. So, as part of my screening this time around, they offered for me to get the BRCA 1 & 2 genetic mutation test. (If you’re not familiar, it tests for any genetic factors that may indicate your risk of breast and/or reproductive cancers.) I got my results a few weeks ago and they came back NEGATIVE! Woo hoo!

So, here I am almost 27 weeks and I think the nesting phase has finally started to creep in. I’m already pushing my husband to get the room ready, to buy the items we need to get and have started purchasing little things here and there. Ya know, it would have been a tad easier had I not sold ALL of my maternity clothes and most of our baby things a few short weeks before my positive pregnancy test though! Isn’t that how it goes though?

Mentally, I think I’m ready. I’m excited to have a newborn in the house again. I’m also excited to witness my daughter becoming a big sister and forming a bond with her brother. I do have panic attacks here and there where it hits me that I’m going to be a stay-at-home-mom of two under the age of three. I also am slightly afraid of postpartum anxiety rearing its head back at me after this pregnancy. (It was super tough after Ella.) But, I keep reminding myself that I will have more help this time around. Ella starts preschool two-days a week in a few weeks and my parents now have a place here in Florida during the winter months. They are only 45 minutes away and have already offered to come help as much as needed. But truthfully, thinking and worrying can never prepare you for what it’s gonna really be like. Right? It could be a breeze or it could be world war III around here. (Ha! I have to laugh to keep from freaking out.)

I’m hoping to get to a 3D/4D ultrasound in the next week or two. Once we have done that, I’ll share some photos of the little guy with you all. But in the meantime, I’m doing pretty good. Remember, you can always keep up with us on Instagram too! ūüôā

#IveLostAChild – My Story

In January 2001, I made the decision to move to Florida and become a professional Nanny. Early that spring, after several interviews, I landed a full-time live-in position working for a single mom with five year old triplet girls and a nine year old boy.¬†Before this position, I had worked as a¬†teacher at a local day care in Indiana. So, I wasn’t a stranger to working with children, BUT being a live-in Nanny was definitely something that was foreign to me.

Unfortunately, being only 23 years old and a first-time Nanny. I was taken advantage of from every angle.¬†The¬†situation that¬†always sticks out the most is the day I “lost a child” (and¬†the day I quit, but that’s a whole ‘nother story).

My “mom-boss” had her boyfriend and his children over for dinner that night. She was an amazing cook and I often complimented her on it and told her she should open her own restaurant. Everyone loved coming to her home and having her cook for them. What they didn’t know, I was the one who got to clean up all their messes. (fun! not!) This night was no different. I was immediately requested to go from being her Nanny to being their wait staff for the evening. In mom-boss’s words, “The kids are all playing nicely in the house. They’re fine. Come, I need you more.” And so I went.

Filling glasses of wine, taking soiled plates and silverware to the kitchen sink and offering seconds was my job for the evening. In the other room, the kids were playing and I tried my best to keep my eyes on them, but it was surely tough when I was being requested by their mother every two seconds.

My final check-in was literally when I discovered I had lost one of the triplets. They were all busy playing hide-n-seek (with one of the neighbor kids) inside the house and they were having a¬†hard time finding “A” (we’ll call her that from here on out). They looked worried and so I began asking questions of where they saw her last and where they think she may have gone. The neighbor girl opens her mouth and says, “I saw her get into a red pickup truck by the drive-way and go out the gate”. At that moment, mom-boss walks into the room and immediately begins to panic.

Within minutes, it felt like the walls were closing in on me. A lot of that night is honestly a blur. I began running through the house shouting her name, ran outside and around the house, checked the garage, knocked on neighbors doors… I was frantic. When I returned to the house, it was already surrounded by several police cars. They had their dogs out, there was a police boat searching the lake behind their house, there was a helicopter above us and there were neighbors asking for pictures of “A” so they could submit them to the news stations.

And then, I was asked if I could give them my keys. In a moment I went from feeling terrified for this little girl and her mother to being a “suspect”. They sat me in the garage (in a chair) and made someone watch over me while they searched my car. All I saw was my career crashing down around me. No longer would I be able to watch kids after this one, I thought.

And just as they were closing the trunk on my car… the front door to the house opens and a police officer comes walking out with “A” laying in his arms. She never heard us yelling for her because she had¬†hid behind the oversized cushions on the couch and fell asleep.

Immediately, my tears began falling like rain and I went back into the house and began cleaning the kitchen. I was so upset. I felt that all of this could have been prevented had I been doing the job I was hired for and not working as my mom-bosses wait staff for the evening. Just as I was finishing up, my MB walked in the door and we met near the bottom of the staircase. She thanked me for helping out that evening and told me to get some sleep. Not once did she apologize.

I quit that job 30-days later, and let’s just say that my last day wasn’t far from the dramatics that happened on the day that I “lost a child”.

You see, it happens quickly. Whether you are hired help, the parent, the grandparent or the teacher… kids are quick and they are sneaky. That day scared the living shit out of me. And, it made me a better Nanny and an even better mom. I’m happy to report that I haven’t lost a child since. I may be made fun of from time-to-time for being the Helicopter Mom (or Nanny), but I don’t care. I’d rather wear that label than the label of someone who really lost a child any day.




Update & Announcement.


There’s been a lot going on in the¬†last few months. But, I’m just gonna cut to the chase….


I’m currently 18-weeks. Due mid-October with a little boy.

It was a surprise. (We weren’t trying. As my hubby says, “We got a BOGO”.)

I’m still in shock.(We’re still in shock)¬†I was told I’d never be able to conceive on my own. There’s been numerous happy tears shed over the last couple of months.

At first, I didn’t want to tell anyone. I didn’t want to be one of the “statistics”. I didn’t want to be someone that people tell others “I know this girl who tried for 7-years, had a baby via IVF and then BOOM… she got pregnant on her own!”. I didn’t want to hear “See?! You stopped thinking about it and it just happened!”. (Thankfully, I’ve only heard that once so far!)

Mostly, I couldn’t stomach telling those who are still trying. As I know how my excitement can be someone else’s pain. I’ve been there. (I’m sorry. Please know that you are forever in the back of my mind. I pray that you find resolve daily.)

But then, I realized how much I was anxious during my pregnancy with Ella. How I was so afraid of losing her. How I didn’t allow myself to just enjoy it. I realized that this was going to be my last time being pregnant. That I didn’t think I would even be here again, so I better embrace it. (Heartburn, Post-Partum Anxiety, Sore Nips and all…)¬†And I have.

Thankfully, this pregnancy has been a complete 180 from my last. Yes, I still had to get a cerclage (placed two weeks ago) just to be on the cautious side. But all of my blood tests and ultrasounds have gone wonderfully. And… I’m not on bedrest! (Knock on wood!) That’s something to celebrate right there.

Most of all. I’m just so grateful. Grateful to have this experience again. Grateful to be able to talk about our journey openly with all of you. Grateful to be able to give our daughter a brother. Grateful to have a husband who is my best friend and has been holding my hand through all of this. And grateful for the amazing followers, friends and family¬†I have that have congratulated me and supported me from the beginning. I wouldn’t be where I am without the support of all of you!

So, please stick around for the rest of “Our Eggcellent Adventure”. It’s about to get crazy up in here! ūüôā





Italian Frittata: Quick, Healthy & Delicious 

I’m really trying to work on my diet lately. Because, if you didn’t know, weightloss is 80% diet and 20% activity. So, even though I’ve been training to run a 5K, I need to watch my diet to lose my extra weight too.

I’ve decided to specifically stick with the PCOS diet. Basically, I’m allowing myself to have anything as long as it’s:

  • Gluten-Free
  • Low Dairy
  • Whole Food

(Of course, in moderation.)

Today, I wanted something with a little flavor & that would be quick to make (because cooking with an almost 2yo under your feet requires you to be quick). After gazing in the fridge for what seemed eternity, I decided to whip up something with eggs. Simple. Quick. Healthy. And packed with protein. All things I need.

I decided to let Pinterest give me some inspiration & located a frittata that looked pretty good. I’ve honestly never made a frittata. I just thought it was a fancy name for omelet. ūüėĀ 

Here’s what I whipped up and I promise you won’t be disappointed.


Italian Frittata

1) Dice a whole tomato and chop approximately 2 cups of spinach.

2) Spray a non-stick frying pan with your oil of choice (I use coconut) & saut√© the tomato & spinach over medium until wilted. While saut√©ing, add salt/pepper, garlic powder, onion powder & dried basil to your liking. 

3) Spray a 9×13 Pyrex & heat oven to 350-degrees. Then, pour the veggies into the pan & spread evenly.

4) Scoop ricotta (I used a soup spoon) & place dollops evenly in pan (I placed mine one per square serving.)

5) Beat 6 eggs & pour over contents in Pyrex & sprinkle with Mozzarella (approximately 1/4 cup) & additional spices.

6) Bake for 20-25 minutes. 

Optional: Serve with homemade spaghetti sauce on top. 


Yummy! I’m already excited for the leftovers at tomorrow’s breakfast.

25 Random Things About Us

I ran across a blog post by Pieces and Parts¬†where she found a list of 25 Things About Her that she wrote six years ago. It was a great post in remembering how people change. (How things change.) So, I want to scratch away a little piece of time and save some of the things about Us (Tom, Marcia & Ella) right now. It’ll be like a digital time capsule of our family. I think it’ll be neat to look back upon this next year and see how each of us has grown (or changed).

(Since we are doing this as a family. I decided to only give each of us FIVE things to record.)

Beach Family Shot - 2015


  1. Has three bottom lower teeth.
  2. Once road in a van with four other “fat guys” from New York to New Mexico.
  3. Played the trumpet in Junior High School.
  4. Would like to own a business one day.
  5. Would like to get taxes done on time from now on.


  1. Attended Catholic School for eight years.
  2. Went to the Senior High Prom with a bunch of girls.
  3. The former Vice-President of NASCAR was my boss for four years.
  4. Would someday like to go hang gliding.
  5. Would like to teach cardio dance classes to “curvy” ladies.


  1. Has a tremendous crush on Mickey Mouse.
  2. Thinks her Daddy is the greatest comedian whoever lived.
  3. Does NOT like to eat Pasta or anything that resembles it.
  4. Could spend all day at the beach.
  5. Would like to have a part in filling this out next year. ūüôā


The Great Divide.

There’s a war that is being created between all of us. It divides us, eats us up and then spits us out. Leaves us lying on the floor scampering for the door. While more is cast our way.

This war I speak of. This dividing point. It’s the stay-at-home-moms versus working moms. It’s the breastfeeding mom versus formula feeding mom. It’s the all-natural birthing mom versus the “Where are my drugs!” mom. It’s the white moms versus the black moms. It’s the Christian moms versus the non-Christian moms. It’s the fit moms versus the non-fit moms. The Conservative Moms versus the Liberal Moms. The teenage moms versus the middle-age moms.  And the list goes on…

You see, there more than likely isn’t just one category for which you fit in. Is there? No. Whatever your opinion, religion, political view, race, career, hobby (etc) may be… You are judged. But, there’s one thing that actually does connect us all. Motherhood.

Motherhood. The one job that doesn’t come easy. The one job that is often undervalued and unseen. The one job that should connect all mothers, but doesn’t.

Motherhood. The one job where it is YOUR job to teach YOUR children how to respect others. There is no manual on how to teach children to see the differences that divide us from one another. That my friends, is taught. By YOU. Viewing others and discriminating against them because they are “different” is taught.

So, how about we start creating a new generation of humans who respect & love each other. What a beautiful world that would be!

Here’s a video you MUST watch.


Managing PCOS Symptoms: 5 Tips

A simple google search can lead you to a plethora of PCOS Diet articles, blog posts, studies etc etc etc. But, if you are like me… you would rather have the cliff notes & get down to business. So, I’m here to provide you with just that.

(**Please keep in mind that I am NOT a doctor or have any medical knowledge. All information below is from information I have acquired along my journey with PCOS and have tried myself.)

Five Tips to Manage your PCOS Symptoms

1.) Remove Gluten & Sugar from your diet.

I know. I’m still working on this one too. But, studies are showing that women with PCOS are incredibly intolerant to Gluten & it can cause inflammation.¬†By removing¬†Gluten & Sugar¬†from your diet, you increase your chances for a normal menstrual cycle AND your decrease your mid-section bloat. Sugar can worsen and aggravate insulin resistance that’s common with PCOS.

2.) Avoid Dairy.

Dairy can cause inflammation in the body as a lot of people lack the ability to process dairy. It seems just like gluten intolerance, a lot of women with PCOS are at greater risk of being lactose intolerant.  Inflammation impairs insulin sensitivity, and damages the hormone-signalling of ovulation. Inflammation also makes hormone receptors overly sensitive to androgens like testosterone.

2.) Exercise!

If you can, try to get at least 20-30 minutes of exercise at least three times a week. Exercise has great benefits in general, but for those with PCOS it can help to alleviate bloat, regulate hormones and decrease anxiety & depression. (Make sure to check with your physician before beginning an exercise regimen.) And, by losing just 5% of your body weight, you can help induce ovulation.

3.) Quit Smoking.

If you currently smoke or use other tobacco products, quit as soon as possible. Quitting “cold turkey” or all at once is great if you can manage it, but if that proves too difficult, opt for a Nicotine gum or patch treatment that allows you to ease off your addiction gradually. Studies suggest that female smokers produce higher levels of androgen than female non-smokers produce. Since abnormally high androgen levels are part of PCOS, smoking only agitates the problem further.

4.) Therapy, Yoga & Meditation.

Women with PCOS typically suffer from depression and anxiety. I am one of them. Therapy, Yoga & Meditation are basically my main tools in managing my anxiety/depression. Therapy can include group therapy (RESOLVE.org for a local Infertility Support group near you) or just seeking one-on-one therapy with a local psychologist. Yoga & Meditation can either be done separately or together. New at Yoga? Start with a beginners yoga class or Hatha yoga.¬†Or, Check out this great site on Yoga Asanas for PCOS.¬†Most yoga classes also end with a short meditation so you can get an idea of what it entails. Also, check out this Meditation for Infertility CD (& Mind/Body Program)¬†from Ali Domar. It’s sooo good!

5.) Banish all Negative Thoughts.

Sometimes easier said than done, but try to keep a positive mindset. Just because you have PCOS doesn’t mean your entire life is over. By improving on a certain area or several areas in your life, you will be able to manage PCOS and have the life you want and deserve.

Are you succeeding in managing your PCOS symptoms? Comment below to let others know.

band of pearls


10 Things Nannying didn’t teach me about motherhood.

Even though I spent all of my twenties (and a portion of my thirties) caring for other peoples children, it did not fully prepare me for the adventure of becoming a mom myself. Believe it or not, I did learn a few things over the course of my first year as a new mom.

Here are just a few things that Nannying didn’t teach me about motherhood:

1.) I would rather stay home in my “mommy wardrobe” and cuddle up with¬†Ella & my hubby than go out.

Well, most nights at least. There are the occasional evenings when I’m ready to fly out the door as fast as I can to catch a bit of fresh air, without someone attached to my hip. But, once I’m out and away from the both of them, I’m wanting to hurry back home quickly.

2.) Cutting fingernails for the first time will cause you to cry.

No lie. I actually had a little preparation in this area. I remember the first time I cut a baby’s nails too. I took the clippers in my hand, lined them up onto the baby’s nail and pinched them together AND… BLOOD! I think I actually cried louder & longer than she did. And, it wasn’t much different the first time I did Ella’s either. Baby nails are hard y’all! They are soft and bendy and they are basically attached to the skin in it’s entirety. Save yourself and purchase a few baby hand mitts for the first month or so.

3.) Shots. Shots. Shots. – They take on a whole new meaning.

Oh, remember your first year in college and all the chanting of “Shots. Shots. Shots.” during the Fraternity parties? No? Ok, maybe I just happened to go to the country’s #1 party school (no lie, I did.). But, I can promise you that taking your baby for their first shots are nothing similar to the wild nights you spent dancing and drinking amongst sex driven frat boys. When the smile on your baby’s face almost instantly turns into a frown and the loudest cry of fear forms on their lips, you will feel helpless. Thankfully, your soothing voice, warm arms and the sound of your heart beating make things better almost instantly. It¬†still tears at your heartstrings.

4.) The mommy judgements.

Oh boy. I’m not even sure where to begin on this one. Let’s start here: Remember the mean girls in high school? Well, they’re back! I know. Yay. {Insert Sarcasm} There’s always going to be an “expert” amongst us and nothing is any different when it comes to motherhood. You just have to form a thick skin and learn to let things roll off your back. But most importantly, know who you are and what you want your experience as a mother to be… and stick to it! Don’t let anyone steal that from you.

5.) I rely on the words of my mother more than anything.

Please. Please. Please. Don’t tell her I said this. (It’ll go straight to her head. Ha! Love you Mom!) It’s a known fact that the relationship between my mom and I hasn’t always been at it’s finest. But, there is one thing I can say… she’s the only mom I know and the only one who has taught me what mothering is. I’d like to say a lot of my mothering is based solely on my mommy gut, but then I’d be lying to you. I constantly hear her whispering in my ear, still.

6.) My relationship with my husband would be tested (even more than when I went through infertility).

Ladies. I’m in no way going to stand up and preach to you about how hard your husband has it, but I am going to tell you to give him some slack. The one thing I didn’t prepare for the most is how my husband would become the last person to receive my attention during any given day. How I would quickly become distant and start missing the quiet moments we once shared and after failed attempts at breastfeeding, pumping, cleaning diapers and baby clothes and all the other things that this new little human-being required from me, I was beat. Any free moments I would have were spent either showering, sleeping or catching up on my TV programs (I know, lame.). 99% of the time, my extra¬†time was spent sleeping. Which left only a good 1% of my time caring to the needs of my husband. I became a lousy wife & it drove a wedge between the two of us that has taken some time to get back to who we were. I missed my hubby so much! I missed being able to just talk to him for hours on end and without interruption. (Or,¬†without my mommy brain stepping in and making me forget what I was saying. Ha!) So, please. Remember that your husband is having to share you with someone he wanted more than everything too and it’s going to take just a slight amount patience and understanding on both sides.

7.) The “Hot Dog Dance” would become my new jam too.

I’ve experienced having kids¬†TV theme songs stuck in my head, but what I hadn’t prepared for is how they would soon become my favorite programs too. Mostly because every time she hears it, her face lights up and it’s the sweetest thing I’ve ever witnessed.

8.) I’d become the Helicopter mom.

As a Nanny, I was always so laid back and going with the flow in every aspect of my job. As a Mom, I would like to think that I am laid back to an extent, but the truth is that I have become the helicopter mom. I get nervous and anxious with every move Ella takes that looks even remotely “risky”. What has happened to me?? Um. One guess… Infertility? Whatever it is, I’ve become someone I am definitely not use to. Do I think it’s a bad thing? No. But I do think I could stand to relax just a tad. Maybe. ūüôā

9.) A 24/7 job.

As a Nanny, I was given nights and weekends off. (For most of my jobs at least.) As a Mom, there are no nights and weekends off. There are no vacation days. No sick days. No time alone. Ok, maybe there is. You just have to get extremely creative in how that time is created and carried out. Like currently, I’m spending my free time this week sitting in a coffee shop and catching up on blog posts. It’s quiet, there’s lots of caffeine available and there’s no 2-ft child hanging off my leg. And, it’s during naptime so Dad is getting quiet time too. The main thing is finding something that gets you out of the house and away from everything for even a 1/2 hour. Recharge and you will continue to be a great mom. You can’t take care of others if you don’t take care of yourself first. (That’s a friendly reminder to me too.)

10.) How much I could possibly love.

Well, I knew that I was capable of loving. What I didn’t know is how my heart would literally feel like it is hanging out of my chest. The degree at which I love this little girl is nothing short of breathtaking. She is everything I have dreamed of and the one person who made me a mom. Nannying couldn’t come close to that.

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