Monday, March 30, 2015

Two Months

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

Motherhood

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

My Birth Story

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

Barbie and her Baby

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

Week #38

 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. 
 
 #WhatTheWhat?! 
 
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

Week #37

 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.

Friday, December 26, 2014

Christmas 2014

Christmas is a holy and special time for me.  I love what Christmas means and that idea that this is the day that we celebrate Jesus’s birthday.  Yes, we commercialize and materialize the holiday into something that is unrecognizable, but I love the magic of believing and seeing the excitement in the eyes of children.
We finally have a name for BabyBoy.  It is Nathaniel and he was causing me pain on Christmas Eve.  I cannot explain it only to say that I believe he went through a growth spurt, since after all, I am now thirty-six weeks pregnant. He is my little miracle growing in my belly.  To think, in about four weeks I will be holding him in my arms and dragging him around on the back of my bike.
This year Jon is 10 and Joe is 8.  For the past few months da boyz kept saying that Santa was not real.  To my surprise, on Christmas Eve, da boyz wanted to track Santa.  They watched Santa go to Cuba, to Puerto Rico, and Aruba.  When Santa hit the United States in Florida, Jon said it was time to go to bed.  
Our day started early Christmas morning.  Jon woke up at 10PM, 1AM, 3:30 AM, at 5:30 AM, and finally at 6:30 AM,  da mister finally said lets open our presents.  We bought each of da boyz a map of the United States and they spent about forty-five minutes going through our loose change in search of quarters for each state. 
 
 
Most of the afternoon was spent at my parents’ house and we enjoyed our time with my extended family. Everyone seems to be coming together and appreciating all the new brothers and sisters in our lives. 
 
To sum it all up, here is The Alaniz version of The twelve Days of Christmas.
12. Loads of laundry
11. Hours of cartoons
10. Cups of coffee
9. Episodes of Clarence
8. Hours at the gym
7. Games of football
6. Grocery store trips
5. Karate classes
4. Dozen eggs
3. Loaves of bread
2. Dozen tacos
and one on the way