Putting on the Pounds

The big news on the belly front (other than the literal big belly in front) is that I passed the glucose test!

What’s the glucose test?

It’s when they pump your body full of a sugar-y glucose drink to see if you have the diabetus.

I was PISSED that I even had to take the test because I just wasn’t sure what good could come from drinking 50 grams of artificially colored glucose sugar water.

But truthfully I was afraid they were going to hand me a 32 oz. smoothie-esque drink (like those AWFUL barium drinks for CT scans) and I would spend the rest of the day fighting wicked acid reflux from too much citrus flavored liquid.

And even more afraid I was going to fail.

As is usually the case, I was way more worried than I needed to be.

They handed me a petite little bottle of fruity drank that was reminiscent of sucking down cold Hawaiian punch on a hot summer day.


After that I got to peruse trashy magazines for an hour while I waited for my blood to be drawn.

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Not a bad way to start the morning,

A couple of days later I called to confirm that my results were normal and was beyond relieved to find out that they were.

For the record, there seems to be mixed opinions about whether or not you should fast before the glucose test because A LOT of women fail the first one and have to endure a second, three hour test (needlessly, I might add, since most women go on to pass the second test).

I chose to fast but couldn’t quite get out the door without shoving something in my face, so I snagged a few bites of a baked blueberry oatmeal bar I made the night before.

Thankfully, it didn’t affect the outcome.

The other good news on the belly front?

I can still work out despite this ginormous fishbowl resting on my hip bones.

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Not a picture of me, but somebody please buy me this shirt!

Which is exciting because guess what came in the mail?

The Pound Rockout Workout Fitness DVD’s!

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Remember that class I took in Florida and loved?

Well, I ordered the program and tried a couple of the workouts last week.

I was on the fence about paying for the program since I think it was a tad (a lot) overpriced but it’s been sooooooo long since I have found a workout that I enjoy as much as this, so I decided to take the plunge.

And I’m so glad I did!

It came with 5 discs that include an overview of the workout, 4 (30 minute) workouts , 1 (40 minute) workout, and 4 (10 minute) bonus workouts.

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It also came with a recipe book and a program guide with fitness log.

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Obviously at 30 weeks pregnant, I don’t plan to follow the fitness guide exactly, but I’m not ruling it out for after the nugget arrives.

Also, the recipe book has some tasty sounding recipes for salads, dressings, hummus, and juices.

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The recipes are simple and the photos definitely inspire healthy noshing.

It also came with weighted drumsticks, called Ripsticks, which are the reason I love these workouts so much.

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When I’m pounding the drumsticks and focusing on the beat, I sort of forget that I’m doing a zillion lunges and squats.

The other bonus is that most of the workouts are only 30 minutes and yet I feel like I worked more muscles than other 45-60 minute workouts I have done in the past.

It leaves me feeling energized and empowered when I finish, instead of feeling drained and depleted.

And I think a good, 30 minute workout will be just what the doctor ordered (and the Mama can handle) with an infant added to the equation.

There just aren’t a lot of workouts that I love while I’m doing them (many of them only feel great after you’re done) so I’m very excited that I found this.

Bonus points because:

1) You can do it in your bare feet which removes the added workout of just trying to put shoes on


2) There have been minimal times that I’ve needed to make a pregnancy modification to the prescribed movements.

P-Daddy even made a pair of his own Ripsticks so he can jam along with me.


Now we just need a baby pair of Ripsticks for the Peanut Fish!

31 weeks! 


Spring Ahead

Every winter, I promise myself I’m not going to get depressed.

And every spring I realize I spent the winter half asleep and meandering through the motions of each day.

When the first weeks of April arrive, I feel like I am being awakened in the same way that the grass suddenly seems to sprout and flowers begin to bloom almost overnight.

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Warmed by the sun and the creeping thermometer, my spirits are suddenly lifted, and I feel re-energized.

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I imagine this happens to almost all of us on some level.

The bitter cold and bitter feelings of winter are swept away by the light breezes of spring that promise new energy and new life.

While I have spent the past seven months literally creating a new life, I had this gnawing fear that the person I used to be had sort of fallen away like leaves on trees in the fall.

I loved the planning and preparation that came following the positive pregnancy test, but I worried that I would become consumed by baby, and that my new identity would consist of being “Mom” and not the “Shana” that I’ve spent the last 31 years cultivating.

Today reminded me that I will be neither of these people exclusively and that “Shana” and “Mom” can live harmoniously in one being, as long as I keep growing in both roles.

Sound kind of hippie dippy?

The first sunny day of the season will do that to you.

Saturday was awesome.

I spent the day doing some of my favorite things.

First, I went for a bike ride.

I know, I know.

The pregnant ladies aren’t supposed to ride bikes for fear of falling.

But I did a few safety checks before I hit the road.

1) I tested my balance since the growing belly can alter your center of gravity. Balance was in check.

2) I used my ROAD ID app so that my husband could geographically track my ride in real time and would be alerted if I stopped pedaling.


3) I chose a loop close enough to home that I could walk back if necessary.

4) I wore my helmet. But I always wear a helmet because it’s stupid not to.

5) I rode really slowly, slowed down even more for cars, and made extra sure I was aware of all of my surroundings at all times.

In the end, I finished 10.7 miles with no worries.

Other than my leg hitting the bump at the top of my pedal stroke.

Then I came home, lingered over some coffee and conversation with my Grandma, and took a shower.

My plan for the rest of the day was to read and lounge around in the sunshine.

But first I needed some reading material.

Fueled by the sunshine, I walked the short trek to the library and picked up some books.

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When I got home, I settled into our new deck lounge chair, and soaked up some rays.

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Our goal for this summer is to turn our backyard into an Oasis, since we don’t really plan on leaving the house for the months of July-September.

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The outdoor furniture was unpacked last weekend and P-Daddy began preparations to put in a backyard pool.


After a long talk, P-Daddy and I decided we would probably have to take a break from boating for the year, and I finally agreed to let him put the boat up for sale.

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Why sell it, you ask?

Well, I gave P-Daddy a really hard time about this because I was not ready to sell the boat.

I feared that not only would we be giving up a hobby that we love, but that we would be distracted by the baby (and then toddler, and then kid, and then teen) and would never own one again.

But we put a new plan into the universe and it only makes sense to sell the boat now.

The new plan involves enjoying a summer at home with an un-permanant pool, selling the speed boat, and saving enough money to buy a bigger boat with a cabin that will allow our growing family to enjoy even more time on the water in the years to come.

I feel safer having a boat with a cabin providing a nice, cool spot to put youngin’ and just feel better all around not having an open bow boat on a river with 50 ft. yachts that seem to create 100 ft. waves.

Both P-Daddy and I are even more excited about the plan than we thought we would be.

And I need to give a huge shout out to P-Daddy for doing some major lawn related overhauls to get our island oasis going.

I have pictures in my mind of steamy summer nights spent poolside sipping craft beer and tropical beverages.

You know, in between the 23 hours of feeding and changing a helpless human being.

Ah, I can feel it all coming together already.


30 weeks! 


We spent a lovely spring break in sunny Florida.


And even though most of the you who read this blog were either with me or saw the pictures on Facebook, indulge a pregnant lady.

Also, everyone has been screaming for “bump” photos.


Two people.

Two people asked.

Well, here you go.

Here’s the bump with a side of Florida.


I can’t kick off this photo sharing session without starting with a picture at one of the scariest places off of I-95.

Tens of miles of hilariously pun-ny billboards promised ice cream, southern style reptiles, authentic mexican food, rides, and amusements at Pedro’s South of the Border in South Carolina.

What we got was a giant spark plug and drug deals going down in the dirty, dirty, bathrooms.


We thought maybe the shady pit-stop got a little more lively with the light of day but the return trip confirmed that it was one big, abandoned horror movie-esqu theme park.

My hair stylist is going to get a significantly reduced tip for that little recommendation.

Let’s move it a little further south, shall we?


Florida was glorious.

My sister found a fun little resort just south of Tampa that offered a secluded taste of the tropics.



It was especially fun getting to watch the niece and nephews kick it the way only kids can do.

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And we got a little silly ourselves.


P-Daddy spent most of the trip trying to convince me to let him bring home a pelican.


I really think he just wanted something to help him catch some fish.


To be honest, I had a lot of fear going on vacation at seven months pregnant.

I mean, what does a big, old pregnant lady do when you can’t sip fruity cocktails, ride roller coasters, or generally engage with the normal population?

You find the hottest new workout on the beach and Pound it out.


I seriously loved this workout so much.

I’m not normally one to fall into the latest group fitness craze but this workout, which was combination of cardio, dance, and drumming, left me feeling as good as when I crossed my first 5k finish line.

And even though I barely have any coordination and I definitely don’t have rhythm, I was able to pound out a solid exercise class.

Since even getting out of bed feels like a workout these days, I was beyond thrilled that I could participate.

I immediately ordered the DVD as soon as I got home.

Let it rip.

I think the most surprising thing during the whole vacation is when I would catch my reflection and I would realize

Holy crap. I’m REALLY pregnant.

Sometimes I would forget about the bump and it always caught me off guard when I looked in the mirror and saw this big, giant belly protruding from my body.

A mixture of anxiety, excitement, and fear usually followed.

I mean, we’re in the final stretch here, people.

And as much as I like to spend $1000.00 on professional photos, I am happy with my silly, fun vacation pictures.

This one is perhaps my favorite.


Here’s another bump shot.


Ah, if only these last few months of pregnancy felt as good as that vacation.


29 weeks!