Busting Out – Like A Marshmallow In A Microwave

Happy 7 months to us, Mr Baby.

How far into this thing? 28 weeks
Maternity Clothes? A few select pieces, like a jacket. I’m sporting a lot of leggings, and jumpers are great so I don’t stretch out any of my clothes and don’t have to buy tons of new maternity clothes.
Stretch marks? Nope, crossing my fingers that I can make it without any till the end!
Best moment this week? We’ve decided on a name. HUGE deal.
Miss anything? WINE. Sleeping on my stomach. And feeling comfy, since Mr Baby is breech he’s ramming his little head into my ribs. A constant pain.
Movement? Oh, he’s athletic and very playful. I’m a human Gymboree.
Food cravings? Nada.
Belly Button in or out? In. I have a serious innie folks.
Workouts? I am still weight training per usual, and I’m running around 3 miles every other day. I am beyond fortunate to have the energy and strength to run comfortably.
Happy or Moody most of the time? You’re asking the wrong person. I say fine, but I sure as sugar was a crabby patty after getting locked out of the house for 4 hours this Saturday when the hubs went mountain biking. You would have thought I was left stranded in a 3rd world country.
Looking forward to? Getting the nursery sorted.

Right before we hit up the states a few weeks ago we got the good word from our midwife that Mr Baby is gargantuan. 95 percentile, measuring quite literally off the chart.The hits keep coming! As long as he’s healthy I don’t care how chubby his cheeks are. Bonus: chubby babies look less like old people.

Upon arriving in the states. It happened. I popped. Like a marshmallow in a microwave. I spent way too much time saying everything was OK and fitting. I popped while being thousands of miles away from ALL my clothes. The pants I brought didn’t fit, the dress I brought showed my backside thanks to the shrinking length. All in a matter of days.

I broke down, literally with an epic girl-cry-meltdown, and bought a few maternity clothes. GASP! Now there are some right cute prego ladies out there that will say they didn’t ever buy a thing that was maternity. Yea, good luck with that and call me when your sh*t is all stretched out when you’re done. Granted, prego fashion is slim pickings and if I ever see anything “rouched” post-pregnancy, it will be too soon. I have found a few cute shirts lying around the men’s department.

Oddly my pants fit again after coming home, leading me to officially blame my parents, Dunkin Donuts and Chick-Fil-A.

At seven months, Roo was most excited about this baby update: Your baby is actually practicing all kinds of movements that will eventually be used in life on the outside — including pedaling against your belly, a sort of prewalking skill.

We can’t believe that Christmas is under three months away, and when you count things in weeks it’s supah short.

As far as how we’ve got on so far, pregnancy is a bit like being sick for nine months. People are always asking you how you are feeling. (I mean that in the kindest way). I think the easiest thing to say is that it’s something new.every.day. You’re never 100%. That’s what happens when you’re a human snow globe.

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Autumn has arrived in Shrewsbury. Unfortunately the only thing that is falling is rain.

Dr Jones has a new lead! The white monster was running my arm off and we are now trying this elastic-stretchy thing. Day two: I’m not sure who’s running who.

Nesting – what I define is “living in excel documents.” My baby brain means I have about 100 post-it notes lying around with things to remember. Bless you Google docs.

I really wish this place would step up their Halloween decorations. I miss the commericalisation of the States. And you can forget candy corn.

If you want a good read for the potty in your spare time, check out an overview on “The Road to Glory”, a Sky documentary about the quest of the Sky Pro Cycling Team to be the first British cycling team to win the Tour de France. You gain some fascinating insight into the meticulous approach that is needed to be successful at the highest level. I’m afraid to show the hus.

We’ve been through the wettest spring in UK history, and now the worst September storm in 30 years continues to batter Britain. Smashing.

On My Mind…

why my weekends feel so much longer when I don’t get to watch college or pro football
relief that others are as obsessed with Christmas as I am
how babies can need so many things. #surriously
at least now I can watch all the movie trailers I’m missing. Ah, Frankenweenie. Kisses, Tim Burton.
will I ever get to wear the Nike+ SportWatch that Andrew says is “ours?”
glad Norak had to teach me about the “whale tale.” Absolutely brilliant.
saving this recipe for a rainy day.

Lazy Man’s Peach Cobbler

Nothing like coming home and enjoying one of your favourite treats. Prepare to have your mind blown.

My girlfriend whipped up the most tasty homemade peach cobbler for the shower, and the recipe is uber easy. It’s also kind of secret, but I’ll give you something that is uber close to the real thing.

Lazy Man’s Peach Cobbler
1 stick of butter
1 c. flour
1 c. sugar
2 tsp. baking powder
1/4 tsp. salt
1 c. milk
1 bag frozen peaches

Melt 1 stick of butter. Mix together flour, sugar, baking powder and salt. Add 1 cup of milk and stir together well. Pour over melted butter. Pour peaches including juice over mixture. Sprinkle with sugar and cinnamon. Trick is to do the cinnamon to taste, and more is better in my opinion. Bake at 400 degrees for 25 to 30 minutes.

You can always substitute summertime peaches for fall apples, or blueberries, cherries, etc.

Might I recommend topping with vanilla ice cream?

And We’re Back!

Disney World tired doesn’t even begin to describe my exhaustion. I was going from 6 am every day and still couldn’t fit it all in.

Saw family, friends, ate at all my fave spots, shopped, Chick-fil-A’d, baby showered, and took tops in our age group as a family at a local race. Yes, at 6 1/2 months I came in 6th overall in the women’s 5k. Whooped.

I’ll share more of the excitement later, but for now you can enjoy some holiday snaps.

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I’m Stateside. It’s Glorious.

Creature comforts. Until your favourite things are taken away, you honestly will have no appreciation for the dumb things you miss. Like a good sale at Target.

I’ve been driving my daddy’s pick-up truck y’all, making me feel 16 and pregnant. I’ve missed driving a manual, and well driving period.

Being spoiled is also a definite perk.

I want to share pics, but honestly I am still jet lagged and the ones I have are of cinnamon rolls and Dunkin Donuts. Priorities people.

And it’s race weekend! Norak, Roo and I are a four-man team. Signed up the whole fam today for a local race. Norak is knocking out the 15k, while the rest of us do 5K. Yee-haw. Cannot freaking wait.

And I officially broke my probation and bought something for Mr Baby. The first thing. How ridiculous?

Travel Essentials

International travel is loads of fun, let me tell ya. I now feel like a seasoned pro. I always try to remember to down as much water as possible on the plane (here’s to you aisle seat) and pack some healthy snacks for the journey. Some of my must-haves for getting through the long flight:

“Adult” coffee. I always try to save money during the week and brew my own coffee, but a nice proper cup of coffee before a flight always relaxes me.

Sleep mask. It’s bad enough people have to watch your head bob all over the place or see you with your mouth wide open, the least you can do is try to shield yourself.

Magazines. Another airport treat. Always helps pass the time.

Kindle. Enough said.

Layers, especially if I am going somewhere warm; I bring a wrap or jumper for the plane. It gets cold up there!

Rounding Third

The third trimester is upon us. This is the fun one I hear! Sh*t really hits the fan. You know aches, no sleeping, and all around giganticness. I’m definitely most fearful of these last 12+ weeks. Come on, some women get hauuge. Good luck, hus.

I’ve been blessed to have managed this well for 24 weeks. Everything buttons and I’m in the same size. I’m still running 15+ miles a week at a 9:30 min pace, and working out with Andrew hitting weights and the bike. Are you surprised? You can read my running tips at Live for The Run or iRunner, where I moonlight.

No cravings or massive appetite…yet. I still luhve to bake, but I bake and distribute. Don’t really care for what I make, and not being able to eat the batter or lick the bowl blows goats. Stupid raw eggs. And here’s to heartburn.

Mr Baby successfully high-fived the hus almost on command. Andrew claimed he was cycling, thanks in part to the Euro Vuelta A España cycling race we were watching. Long lost are my nights of E! Reality shows. He’s getting stronger and typically in the morning he likes to do the Mexican wave (the wave originated there) across the belly (Mr Baby, not Andrew).

I’ve been on shopping probation until we moved, and now it’s nursery decorating time. It’s at the point where things start falling together. I’ve gone from being overwhelmed by how much crap cute stuff babies need, to realising people give birth in the dirt in third world countries.

As much as I am dreading some things, I am pumped about the thought of him looking less like Benjamin Button/Gollum and more like a Gerber baby.

BER Months

Dear September,

You’re the last month until the holidays begin. And you know how cray cray crazy I get for the holidays. My favourite time of year is around the corner, and this time it will bring even more excitement. Which will only translate to an over decoration of holiday crap around the house and the start of Christmas music far too early.

We had a great weekend. Relaxing. Shopping. Running. Cycling. Missing College Football. Hope yours was aces as well.