Wednesday, April 15, 2015
This week I was on a mission to do a blog post before Nathaniel's three month birthday. I really do not have much to blog about except being a new mommy.
Nathaniel and I do most of the same things everyday. Wake, eat, nap, change diapers, and play. Wait, this kinda of sounds like a bike tour. Wake, eat, ride, go to the bathroom, repeat. Needless to say I have been getting pretty board and I am constantly looking for new entertainment, hopefully with adults.
Da mister is training for his first TRi, my training is limited. But mark my words, when this TRi thing is over, it will be my turn to hit the road while da mister stays home with the kids.
I get nervous about going to too many places with Nathaniel just because I never know if he will be fussy. His timing my not be good timing for me. I guess you could say I am a nervous mom, but hey, this is my first time doing all this. It is taking me some time getting used to the car seat, diaper bag, baby, toys, change of clothes, and diaper refills. You get the picture- lots of baby things to think about. I try to make things as simple as can be, even dressing Nathaniel is a simple onesie without shorts or pants.
My goal is to get Nate on more of a schedule so things can be more predictable around here. Really, I do not have much to complain about. He is a good baby and will sit and play while I do what I need to do.
Monday, March 30, 2015
Has it really been a month since my last post?! Sleeping and eating takes precedence over blog post, sorry followers.
My Nathaniel is now two months old and he started holding a rattle. He does all these really cute baby things like cooing and smiling. He weights 14 pounds and I wonder if my arms will be strong enough to continue holding him. I am fascinated with how my body is still sustaining my baby. For the nine months in womb, I feed my baby not realizing that
all I eat and drink continues to make my baby grow.
I am itching to get back on my bike but due to the lack of baby sitter, I am stuck on a stationary bike in the gym. I am fortunate to have a gym membership that watches babies starting at six weeks old. This is good practice with detaching from my little man at an hour a time.
Sunday, February 22, 2015
She looked at me and said, “You b!tch” after I told my friend I only had five more pounds to loose. Yes, I said a friend. My doctor has cleared me to get back to normal life, as long as I have the energy and a baby sitter. To me, that means bike here I come!
It has been once month since Nathaniel has been born and most of the time I am crazy happy. Sleepy, but happy. Sure, I may have put a couple diapers on backward. But to my defense, it was two o’clock in the morning, on the second night of having a new baby. Not only that, Nate is a wiggle worm and kicks like crazy for diaper changes.
My motherly scenses have kicked up a notch and I can smell diaper changes even when Nate is wrapped in his swaddle and fully clothed. I can also identify Jon and Joe’s footsteps as each wakes and walks down the stairs. I have become more in tune with a facial grimice saying my stomach doesn’t feel so good.
Awe, the joys of mother hood.
Did I already say I can get back on my bike? Should I confess that I never really was off my cruiser bike? Over ten years of bike experience gives me the comfort to say that, but not to my doctor.
Wednesday, February 4, 2015
I was surprised how many people asked me about my birth story. So, I decided to blog it and maybe Nathaniel Andreas Alaniz will read about it one day and know that he is loved and wanted in every way.
It was 3:45 in the morning and I woke to a kick and a contraction, both common over the past two months. The contractions were more intense and I kept thinking that I could muscle through it, but this was different.
At 4:30 I woke up da mister and said, “I think it is time to go to the hospital.” I did what every girl does at this point. I grabbed my curling iron, throw it in my hospital bag, and waddled to the car.
We drove through crazy rain and were checking in admitting by 5:15 AM. By 5:45 my water broke and I was dilated to 3. I am not sure of the time after that, but shortly after I was at 6. The pain was too intense and I decided to go with an epidural. At 11:30 AM I started active labor and by 2:27 PM my beautiful baby boy was born.
From the first moment he was in my arms he started smiling at me.
We stayed that Thursday night in the hospital. By Friday evening we were back at home introducing Roxy and Nate.
Friday, January 30, 2015
Let me introduce you to
Nathaniel Andreas Alaniz
Born on January 22, 2015 at 2:27 PM
7 pounds 8 ounces and 20.75 inches long
After 39 years, Barbie finally has a baby.
I am so sleep deprived but so happy. At least three times a day, I look down at my little man and think, "how did I get so lucky"?
Here Nate is like, "Call me" because this is what handsome looks like. No promises, but I will try not to bombard my blog with baby pictures.
Monday, January 12, 2015
Well, here I am at week #38 pregnant. I have every complaint any woman would have carrying an extra 25 pounds around plus all the usual aces and pains pregnant women have.
Last week I was sicker than a dog and I spent the week in bed. Unable to drive myself and because my doctor is two hours away, it was not until Thursday that I was able to get antibiotics. When I did show up at my doctors office, she told me to think February even though my due date is January 25.
How is that even possible?! My bike and all the gear I have does not even weight 25 pounds and I am supposed to walk around like this for the next two weeks, give or take.
I am much slower to get around these days and only committing to a few things that I know for sure I can get myself to.
It looks like my heart tattoo that reads, "XC" for cross country will be with me for generations. I have no plans to remove it but will have to be creative in my answer when Nathaniel says he wants one too.
Tuesday, January 6, 2015
Well, I am almost there and I am so ready to indulge in one too many adult beverages. For now, I get to use my belly as a portable table. Da Mister does not seem to mind since I get to hold his drinks for him.
All in an effort to ensure labor and recovery is easier, I am still going to spin class, yoga, and swimming. Some days are easier than others. My logic is that if I am going to hurt laying on the couch, then I might as well hurt doing something that I like. I like telling the ladies in class that if I can keep spinning, then they can too. Talk about motivation.
Mean while, I am working up the courage to take a belly picture for the next post.