January, 2010

I'm psyched! January was one of those months that couldn't get over soon enough for me. Every morning I'd wake up and wonder what might happen and generally I was dreading whatever it was going to be. Tomorrow is February 1 and I am so grateful I think I'll rise and do a happy dance first thing in the morning. This is the month of wearing red, love, and getting things together. I start a program with a couple of personal trainers on Tuesday from AU and I'm really excited about it.

I had really good intentions to blog while I was on my Mexico babymoon (read: the last trip a couple takes alone together for quite a while without baby or without at least worrying about how terribly the grandparents are spoiling baby while Mom and Dad are gone).

I planned on waking up, checking out the sunset, having some decaf, then keeping you readers updated on how it was going.

Ha ha.

Back to the real world now, I just have to update you all on an epiphany I had while preparing for this trip.

Traveling with a baby isn’t easy.

At no time in my life have I been bombarded with more “old wives’ tales” than I am now.

“If you crave pickles, it’s a boy; sweets, it’s a girl.”
“If you have heartburn, the baby will have a lot of hair.”
“If you drink coffee, the baby will have brown birthmarks.”

So I can’t help but wonder whatever happened to this oldie but goodie: “You are what you eat.”

I think it’s absolutely true when it comes to growing a baby – after all, I’m the only nutrient, calorie, and blueberry provider for my child right now.

This summer, the hubs, my parents, and I took off to the Gulf Coast for our annual week ‘o sun, surf, and seafood.

Typically, I’m a bundle of laughs at the beach – completely relaxed, carefree, and easy-breezy.

On this particular trip, I was still sorta like that, but I seemed to have inherited some obnoxious trait that I never thought I would have.

I stopped blogging for a bit.

Not because I was busy or lazy or had other plans to catch up on every episode of “Modern Family” that’s aired so far. All true, but not the reasons for my hiatus.

I had a little scare. Maybe even a big scare. After a more-stressful-than-what-is-considered-normal Christmas, my body informed me that I had overstepped my boundaries. The baby was in a bit of trouble.

The birds are ice skating on the birdbath! Honestly, every year I wonder if it could get colder but this one really takes the cake. (Hmmm think I might bake one today, use up the leftover eggnog) It's just not right! Alabama should not be this cold. I don't mind when it gets down to freezing at night but 18 degrees is a bit ridiculous. A lot of people in this region have heat pumps and they really struggle with warming up their houses. My husband says I'm a wuss but not being able to warm up your feet is a major bummer! Hopefully that's all I'll say on this subject.