Holy poop. I can’t even believe I’m writing a post today! It has been just shy of 1,000 years since I posted last, but I promise I have a very, very good reason for being M.I.A .
I’ve been busy. Not like, “I had to wash my hair, clean my house and run errands” busy. No, no. More like, I had to make a human, nourish and house a human in my belly, and (gasp) bring that human into the world without dying. It’s been crazy. Crazy awesome. But crazy.
I found out I was preggers July 25th and it was the most miraculous, wondrous day of my life. Not only because I found out I was pregnant with our first baby, but because I found out I was pregnant with our first baby after 2 years of negatives. Two years of “trying”, 3 IUI’s, 1 round of IVF and, lastly, a frozen embryo transfer. Wait. Did I just say that out loud? Yes. Yes, I did. Because I can now. But more on that later.
I wish I could say pregnancy was a “joy” but it was THE WORST (in the bestest way possible of course). I felt like I was on a boat 97% of our little lady’s 39 week gestation. I wish I could say I felt like I was on a fabulous cruise boat. But the boat I was on was more like a busted up dingy floating in an algae infested frog pond. Ew. But more on that later too.
Anywho – my new found preggers made it nearly impossible to blog about food (since most foods made me ill for the first 7 months). I was depleted of all energy, and saved my sense of humor for my poor hubby, family & friends – who probably wanted to murder me by week 12. I saved every other free moment in pure awe, feeling my belly friend wiggle around as my belly grew to gargantuan proportions. By the time I felt better I was way too busy eating 25 donuts for dinner. No really, I ate 25 donuts for dinner more than once in the third trimester. It was fabulous.
On March 28th, after THREE very long days of labor (more on THAT later, fo-sho), the stork dropped off the most beauty-ful, itty-bitty, 6 lb., 3oz miracle. And, the rest was history….
I’ve spent the last 7 months fumbling through motherhood and getting to know my new bestie. But the time has returned to fumble through the blog-o-verse and reacquaint myself with Y-O-U. I miss you. I miss this blog…I miss sharing…and I have SO much more to share considering I’m a MILF now (just go with it).
You might notice a little rebranding (remember when this blog was called five-style-high?). And, lots more mama, baby, and parent related awesomes (including products, embarrassing stories, tips I’ve learned along the way, and embarrassing stories. Wait, did I already say that?). For the most part, everything we shared together before will be the same – sprinkled with a whole lotta’ baby lovin’, mama-workin’ awesomeness. I can’t wait. Can you?
Please “excuse the mess” as I can continue to transition five-style-high into the fabulous new and improved blog. If you find links are not working or things look weird, it’ll just be temporary. Promise.
You’ve been missed.