Big Sisters Have to be Big Girls

Last night Rob and I began to have the discussion about where new baby’s room will be. Will she (no…not the sex, just using it for writing purposes) take Lola’s room, will she use Lola’s crib, will we keep the same theme and the list goes on. Of course that conversation led to heavy thinking on my part like will I love this baby as much as Lola, will Lola feel left out, will they love each other, are we really responsible enough to care for another tiny being and my mind continued to go in crazy directions (hey I’m a woman a wildly emotional pregnant woman). After much discussion and after many reassurances the bottom line was this…it’s time to let Lola grow up. You know, everyone...
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A Quick Catch-Up Through Pictures

I warned you. I had a hunch this pregnancy would keep me away from my beloved blog. I can’t blame it on morning sickness anymore because finally at 14 weeks, I’m starting to be amongst the living once again. I guess you could say I’m just one tuckered out mama. Between working extensive hours, keeping up with my crazy 2 1/2 year old, trying to at least put my laundry away and staying present in my marriage…well, I guess I’m just stretched a little thin right now (although my belly is stretching WAY out). When I plop my tush down at the end of the day, I just want to sit still, not move and not think. I just want to be. Actually, I just want to be...
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Welcome Olivia

Just over a week ago, my sister welcomed her third child, Olivia Morgan into the world. Both my sister and baby Olivia are doing great and I can’t wait to wrap my arms around the newest addition to our family. Along with my sister, I have quite a few close friends also getting ready to give birth. Babies, babies, babies. I’m ecstatic about all of the babies, so ecstatic that my once “I’ll never have another baby” thought is slowly starting to dissipate from my mind. In truth, I haven’t allowed myself to even think about having another child because I felt it was unfair to Lola. In fact, I feel like I’m cheating on her right now for evening writing this post! But in all honesty, after...
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PT starts tomorrow and being a parent is tough

Tomorrow Rob and I take Lola in for her first round of physical therapy.  We don’t know what to expect, but in all honesty… I can’t wait for the eye stimulation to begin.  Lola is doing better when it comes to focusing on things, but I long for the day when she looks at me and I mean looks at me.  I recall those days early on in her life and even though she couldn’t see much, I know she was able to see that I was her mama.  But even if her vision stays as it is I know she still knows who I am.   Last night as I was finishing up dinner for the clients, Rob called because Lola was crying hysterically.  She doesn’t do that...
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Sin Azucar Por Favor

It’s time to take my weight matters into my own hands.  I naively thought that breastfeeding would rapidly bring my body back to my pre-baby days.  Sure it helped shed the pounds in the first few weeks as Lola was nursing what felt like 18 hours a day.  I barely had enough energy to eat and I physically felt like any calories I did take in went straight to Lola.  Then around the six week marker, I began to get used to this whole motherhood thing.  I was sleeping more which in return gave me the energy I needed to actually make myself a meal.  But something strange happened to my taste buds since giving birth.  I have this ungodly desire to eat anything sweet.  Cookies, ice cream,...
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