The one where I get a little more honest than usual


I’ve been left some of the sweetest comments lately. Things like, I don’t know how you do it all! or You’re so skinny! and Where do you find the time? You guys are so good to me.

Well, would you like to know the answer? The one thing that will make the weight fall off without you even stepping foot in the gym? The reward you get for trying to ‘do it all’ with a smile on your face? Let me let you in on a little secret of mine.

It’s called stress.

I haven’t written a post in a week, and it’s not because I’m out of ideas.  I think everything has just finally caught up to me. The pressures of work and life and money and everything in between is definitely taking it’s toll. And the way I deal with it is by completely shutting down.

Right now, Justin is attending a work-related seminar while Madeline and I are home. I just put her to bed, sat down on the couch and enjoyed a very rare few minutes of silence.  In those moments I was finally able to sit still and try to sort through all the madness.

You know what I realized? I am not superwoman, but as much as I want to follow that up with the cliché and that’s okay!, I just can’t.

Imperfection has never been an easy thing for me to accept, especially when it comes to my family and home. I want so badly to be able to do it all. To have a successful-enough side business to be able to quit my job and work at home with Madeline. To have just one free evening to go grocery shopping (which, by the way, I haven’t done in over a month). To actually COOK a real meal for my husband instead of picking up whatever is on the way home. To be able to say no sometimes and not feel guilty about it.

As sweet as you guys can be, you’re really not seeing the real picture here. You are my inspiration. I really don’t know how you do it!  To the ones who wake up early to exercise, write a post every day, keep the laundry caught up and cook dinner every single night… you win. Bonus points for you gals that still nurse your babies because, HOLY HELL I would be dying right now if I was still trying to fit that in on top of everything else.

Right now, I am so far from having it all together, it’s not even funny. Just wanted to be honest about that.

Dude. Breastfeeding. It works.

Antibodies that fight off illness.
Special bonding time.
Cheaper than formula.

Those are all wonderful reasons to breastfeed, don’t get me wrong. But seriously — after all my boobs have endured over the past 3 months, I deserve a little something right?

Well holy size 8’s, Batman! It’s paying off.

Obnoxious bragging incoming…

Somehow I managed to lose almost 45 pounds! And I ate 3 cupcakes last night, I’m not even lying. That means I’m a little under 10 pounds away from my pre-pregnancy weight. HALLELUJAH.

And while I’m at it, let me just say that Madeline has now been sleeping through the night (10 hours straight) for the past two months. Sleep deprived mothers, you may curse and shake angry fists at me now.

I am so blessed.

But still I say, Mama needs a new pair of boobs. And that’s not changing anytime soon.

49 Weeks {un-pregnant}

This post really doesn’t have much of a point, other than giving me the satisfaction of blogging two days in a row this week. I know, my life is that exciting right now.

So, this is me, two minutes ago:

Quick. Think of another lame cop-out post. Preferably one incorporating a low-quality bathroom cell phone picture where you look ridiculously emo…

That’s the ticket!

P.S. This is me bragging: Those pants are an 8. WIN!