Ian and I are like night and day! We are soooo different it's actually amusing! Let's define just how different we are: He grew up in Carlsbad, CA; I grew up in Chino Valley, AZ; I went to school for business; he used to make fun of people who majored in business; I have 40 pairs of just flip flops; he has 4 pairs of shoes total; he likes to read novels; I like to read magazines; I take an hour to get ready to go somewhere; he takes 10 minutes; I want to shop at Prada; he wants to shop at the PGA Superstore; I love to dance; he likes to watch T.V. on the couch. I think you get the idea!
A recent incident gave me the idea to blog about this. The other day Ian took Rayliana to run some errands and to give mommy a break from the toddler! Their last stop was by Tim's Toyota Center to pick up our season tickets for the Sundogs' hockey games. After they were gone for almost two hours I was starting to get a little worried about them as I knew what errands they had to run and I knew the total time would be less than two hours. I called Ian and he said that they were still waiting to collect our season tickets. Eventually, they did make it home and he told me that they waited for about an hour at Tim's Toyota Center. I felt bad for him trying to put myself in his shoes; waiting around for an hour with a two year old just doesn't sound fun!
Later that night, Ian says to me, "After waiting all that time at the Sundogs' box office, we never got the tickets." I said, "WHAT!!!" I was fuming! I'm sorry but when I am told that something will be ready on a certain day, at a certain time, I expect it to be ready! It's especially irritating finding out that the tickets weren't ready after waiting over an hour for them! Also, this happened last Wednesday and the Sundogs' first home game was that following Friday. This was the next thing I said, and I quote, "Are they aware that the first game is this Friday? Or do I need to call them and remind them?" Ian just started cracking up, he said, "Our reaction is totally different!" I asked him what he meant. Ian said, "When they said that the tickets weren't ready, they apologized, and I said, 'Oh no that's okay-don't worry about it.' But if you were there you would've been p***ed!" We both just kind of laughed about it and agreed that we handle certain situations completely different.
I suppose we do have some things in common: we both love to travel with and without Chums; we both love our sleep; we are both close to our friends and families; we will both be satisfied with having two children and two children only; we both agree on religious, political, educational, and societal issues (for the most part!); and most importantly we both agree on how we should raise our little SugarRay (again, for the most part!).
So, to end I would like to say Happy Birthday Eve to my better and very opposite half! :-)
Tuesday, October 26, 2010
Sunday, October 24, 2010
Schedule Issues
So I now think stay at home moms should make more than anybody else! Okay maybe not more than doctors! Anyway, I have stayed home for three weeks now and I can't seem to get a schedule down. Ian comes home at 1:15 and Rayliana and I are still usually in our pajamas! Ha~! Of course one of the issues has been Rayliana not taking naps anymore. I took her to the doctor on Friday and the doctor discovered that she had a double ear infection! She has now had 6 doses of antibiotics so I'm hoping and praying that will help with the sleeping and eating issues she has had lately.
I have this idea of what my schedule should be and it goes a little something like this: wake up, change Ray, brush her teeth, wash her face and hands, make breakfast, do the dishes from breakfast, start cleaning (something different every day; Monday=laundry, Tuesday=bathrooms, etc.), make lunch, force Ray to eat the lunch :-), put her down for a nap, straighten the living room, her play room, etc., take a shower, and by then Ian should be home! Sounds great right? NOPE, that's not been happening at all! Once I start cleaning something she is making a mess of something else! And that's just the straightening up I'm talking about, not to mention the dusting, vacuuming, bathrooms, and mopping! Luckily, my dad came over today to play with Ray and during that time I was able to clean! Now, the house is spotless but let's see how long it will last!
I'm sure my schedule will come together sometime soon! Hopefully, before the next little baby comes. All in the middle of that we are also working on potty training! I'm trying not to force it with her and let her become interested in it. A good friend once told me that usually if you rush it they are more likely to have "accidents" down the road and we don't want that! So wish me luck and I will take any advice!
I have this idea of what my schedule should be and it goes a little something like this: wake up, change Ray, brush her teeth, wash her face and hands, make breakfast, do the dishes from breakfast, start cleaning (something different every day; Monday=laundry, Tuesday=bathrooms, etc.), make lunch, force Ray to eat the lunch :-), put her down for a nap, straighten the living room, her play room, etc., take a shower, and by then Ian should be home! Sounds great right? NOPE, that's not been happening at all! Once I start cleaning something she is making a mess of something else! And that's just the straightening up I'm talking about, not to mention the dusting, vacuuming, bathrooms, and mopping! Luckily, my dad came over today to play with Ray and during that time I was able to clean! Now, the house is spotless but let's see how long it will last!
I'm sure my schedule will come together sometime soon! Hopefully, before the next little baby comes. All in the middle of that we are also working on potty training! I'm trying not to force it with her and let her become interested in it. A good friend once told me that usually if you rush it they are more likely to have "accidents" down the road and we don't want that! So wish me luck and I will take any advice!
Wednesday, October 20, 2010
New Career vs. Old Career
Every time I start to feel guilty that I'm not bringing in any income, I think about the days when I worked at the financial company (I won't mention any names in this blog to be somewhat respectful of the company's reputation). I KNOW most of you can remember how absolutely miserable I was while I worked there. Ian of course can tell you all the stories and can remember me coming home an average of three times a week crying and begging him to let me quit. The poor guy felt so bad for me but at the time we financially couldn't afford for me to quit. I either had to find a new job or we had to wait for his big raise. Obviously, it was very difficult to find a new job in this rotten economy. I started looking for a new job when I was on maternity leave with Rayliana!! That long ago! And believe me I wasn't even being picky about the kind of job I would do, that's how bad I wanted to get out of my that job!
I worked there for a total of two and a half years. Unfortunately, they were the best and worst years of my life. All of my huge life changes occurred during those years, I had Rayliana, Ian and I had a wonderful wedding and honeymoon, and we bought our house. At the same, they were absolutely the worst years ever. I lived for the weekends, which really only consisted of Friday evening and Saturday because every Sunday I just anticipated the next week coming that it ruined the whole day off! Some mornings I woke up, got ready, and had to literally force myself to eat something because I was so sick to my stomach. I was just telling Ian the other night that I feel like those years were a waste of my life! His response was, "That's really sad!" The only good that came out of that job was the life experience. If I ever work in a place that starts to even get close to how miserable I was at this unnamed financial company, I will do something to change it a lot sooner than I did the first time.
Every time I talked to friends or family about it, they all had the same response, "Well, how bad can it be?" "Just stick it out a little bit longer." Of course, this irritated me because I didn't think any of them had worked in such a hostile working environment as the one I was stuck in. I won't give complete details because let's face it Prescott is such a small town and I don't want to "bash" anyone in particular in my blog. I will say this however, I would rather work at McDonald's then to ever work for this financial company again!
I guess I decided to blog about my experience so that people would understand why I am so much happier staying home with my daughter. Nobody is here to tell me that I can't see a doctor when I need to or that I can't call in sick! UGH! Nobody should have to work like that, 40 hours a week is a lot of time to spend somewhere you hate! When it starts affecting your personal life and life necessities, such as health and well being, it's time to make a change! You can't grow unless you have change! So when someone criticizes me for being a stay at home mom, just know that I've paid my dues!
I worked there for a total of two and a half years. Unfortunately, they were the best and worst years of my life. All of my huge life changes occurred during those years, I had Rayliana, Ian and I had a wonderful wedding and honeymoon, and we bought our house. At the same, they were absolutely the worst years ever. I lived for the weekends, which really only consisted of Friday evening and Saturday because every Sunday I just anticipated the next week coming that it ruined the whole day off! Some mornings I woke up, got ready, and had to literally force myself to eat something because I was so sick to my stomach. I was just telling Ian the other night that I feel like those years were a waste of my life! His response was, "That's really sad!" The only good that came out of that job was the life experience. If I ever work in a place that starts to even get close to how miserable I was at this unnamed financial company, I will do something to change it a lot sooner than I did the first time.
Every time I talked to friends or family about it, they all had the same response, "Well, how bad can it be?" "Just stick it out a little bit longer." Of course, this irritated me because I didn't think any of them had worked in such a hostile working environment as the one I was stuck in. I won't give complete details because let's face it Prescott is such a small town and I don't want to "bash" anyone in particular in my blog. I will say this however, I would rather work at McDonald's then to ever work for this financial company again!
I guess I decided to blog about my experience so that people would understand why I am so much happier staying home with my daughter. Nobody is here to tell me that I can't see a doctor when I need to or that I can't call in sick! UGH! Nobody should have to work like that, 40 hours a week is a lot of time to spend somewhere you hate! When it starts affecting your personal life and life necessities, such as health and well being, it's time to make a change! You can't grow unless you have change! So when someone criticizes me for being a stay at home mom, just know that I've paid my dues!
Thursday, October 7, 2010
Shopping Etiquette 101
Today was a wonderful day with my mom, Rayliana, and I. We had lunch, ran some errands, and did some shopping at the mall. We went to Dillard's near the end of our trip to the mall (we should start making that the first stop as that is one of my favorite stores in the mall and we should see how much money we are going to spend there before going into any other store!). My mom said she was going to the restroom and said she would meet me in the shoe department. I didn't have to tell her I was going to the shoe department, that is just how well she knows me!
Dillard's was having an incredible shoe sale! Not just any shoe sale, a $9.99 sale! Shoes that were originally priced at $80+, down to ten bucks! I immedietely walked towards the shoe rack! Naturally, Chums was sitting in her stroller. I am just ONE woman and I can't keep my eye on a running toddler in a big department store and search the rack for size 6.5 designer pumps! Not gonna happen!
Usually whenever Dillard's has a shoe sale, several shoes are displayed on racks in between the shoe and the purse department. These racks are separated only by rows, two or three at the most and maybe one column in between. However, today the racks were separated by rows and columns; three columns and three rows each separated by open spaces. And yes I promise this boring description is important to fully understand the story!
After skimming the first row of shoes, I mosey on over to the first open space that I could comfortably fit the obnoxious stroller I was pushing. An African-American woman, I'd say in her 50's, is standing in the center of this open area. (And yes that description is also important!) I pushed the stroller as far right as I could without giving Rayliana whiplash due to hitting the bottom of a rack with one of the wheels on the stroller. She is still not moving, I thought this was weird as it was clear that I was trying to do my part to make room for her to walk through. Of course, the first thought in my head is, "Why doesn't she just move one more row over then down that column or slightly scoot over and we can both fit down this aisle?" Anyway, the story continues...I said, "Excuse me." She doesn't move. Once again I said, "Excuse me." Doesn't even budge. I finally push my way through with the stroller and, still in a very polite voice, say, "Excuse me, I can't get through." She then says to me and remember I'm actaully quoting her, "Well I was trying to get through too!" I reply, "Yes, I know, but I said excuse me several times." She says to me, "You saw that I was trying to come that way too, what did you expect me to move out of your way?" At this point I'm not using my nice voice anymore, "Yes I'm the one with the stroller!" She says, remember still quoting, "How is that my problem, so did you expect me to move over and go down the next aisle so that you can get through?" I answered, "Yes, you obviously never had any children!"
By now, a young lady turned to me and asked, "Did she really just tell you that?" She was with her baby, her husband, and her very own obnoxious stroller. Before I could open my mouth, this lovely African-American female said, "Yes I sure did!" The young lady's mouth dropped open and looked at me and I just started laughing. Neither one of us could believe this! The young lady said, "Yeah I know how it is we have a big stroller too and it is hard to fit in places. I'm sorry that she said that to you." Then the rude shopper continues by saying, "Prescott is filled with cowboys!" Again I started laughing and the girl said, "What does she mean? Did you bring your horse in with you?" I laughed and told her that I had no idea what she was ranting about.
My mom came back from the restroom and I explained the entire story to her. My mom thinks the lady meant that because she is black and I am white, I shouldn't have thought she should move out of my way. Then it clicked and I thought, "Yeah I guess that is what she meant." Ian also said that he bets she will go home and tell all of her other African-American friends that some white chick actaully wanted her to move when the stupid white girl politely said "excuse me" three times!
I just wonder if she would've done that if Ian was with me. I wish I could have told her that I am married to an African-American to see her reaction. I'm still in shock about the whole incident. I mean if I was pushing an empty stroller that would have been one thing, but she could clearly see that I had a baby in it and there was no other place for me to go! Unbelievable! Oh well, nobody got hurt and I left with one pair of $9.99 shoes and so did Rayliana! That's right only one pair! Even Ian was proud of that! :-)
Dillard's was having an incredible shoe sale! Not just any shoe sale, a $9.99 sale! Shoes that were originally priced at $80+, down to ten bucks! I immedietely walked towards the shoe rack! Naturally, Chums was sitting in her stroller. I am just ONE woman and I can't keep my eye on a running toddler in a big department store and search the rack for size 6.5 designer pumps! Not gonna happen!
Usually whenever Dillard's has a shoe sale, several shoes are displayed on racks in between the shoe and the purse department. These racks are separated only by rows, two or three at the most and maybe one column in between. However, today the racks were separated by rows and columns; three columns and three rows each separated by open spaces. And yes I promise this boring description is important to fully understand the story!
After skimming the first row of shoes, I mosey on over to the first open space that I could comfortably fit the obnoxious stroller I was pushing. An African-American woman, I'd say in her 50's, is standing in the center of this open area. (And yes that description is also important!) I pushed the stroller as far right as I could without giving Rayliana whiplash due to hitting the bottom of a rack with one of the wheels on the stroller. She is still not moving, I thought this was weird as it was clear that I was trying to do my part to make room for her to walk through. Of course, the first thought in my head is, "Why doesn't she just move one more row over then down that column or slightly scoot over and we can both fit down this aisle?" Anyway, the story continues...I said, "Excuse me." She doesn't move. Once again I said, "Excuse me." Doesn't even budge. I finally push my way through with the stroller and, still in a very polite voice, say, "Excuse me, I can't get through." She then says to me and remember I'm actaully quoting her, "Well I was trying to get through too!" I reply, "Yes, I know, but I said excuse me several times." She says to me, "You saw that I was trying to come that way too, what did you expect me to move out of your way?" At this point I'm not using my nice voice anymore, "Yes I'm the one with the stroller!" She says, remember still quoting, "How is that my problem, so did you expect me to move over and go down the next aisle so that you can get through?" I answered, "Yes, you obviously never had any children!"
By now, a young lady turned to me and asked, "Did she really just tell you that?" She was with her baby, her husband, and her very own obnoxious stroller. Before I could open my mouth, this lovely African-American female said, "Yes I sure did!" The young lady's mouth dropped open and looked at me and I just started laughing. Neither one of us could believe this! The young lady said, "Yeah I know how it is we have a big stroller too and it is hard to fit in places. I'm sorry that she said that to you." Then the rude shopper continues by saying, "Prescott is filled with cowboys!" Again I started laughing and the girl said, "What does she mean? Did you bring your horse in with you?" I laughed and told her that I had no idea what she was ranting about.
My mom came back from the restroom and I explained the entire story to her. My mom thinks the lady meant that because she is black and I am white, I shouldn't have thought she should move out of my way. Then it clicked and I thought, "Yeah I guess that is what she meant." Ian also said that he bets she will go home and tell all of her other African-American friends that some white chick actaully wanted her to move when the stupid white girl politely said "excuse me" three times!
I just wonder if she would've done that if Ian was with me. I wish I could have told her that I am married to an African-American to see her reaction. I'm still in shock about the whole incident. I mean if I was pushing an empty stroller that would have been one thing, but she could clearly see that I had a baby in it and there was no other place for me to go! Unbelievable! Oh well, nobody got hurt and I left with one pair of $9.99 shoes and so did Rayliana! That's right only one pair! Even Ian was proud of that! :-)
Wednesday, October 6, 2010
The Terrible Twos!
Mom and Dad: "Do you want to eat?"
Chums: "NO!!"
Mom and Dad: "Do you want to go outside?"
Chums: "NO!!"
Mom and Dad: "Do you want some milk?"
Chums: "NO!!"
Mom and Dad: "Do you want to play?"
Chums: "NO!!"
I think you get the idea! Now I know why they call it "The Terrible Twos!" Seriously!! She is a terror! I've never seen her act this bad! She screams, she talks back, she throws temper tantrums, she doesn't eat, she doesn't take naps! AHHH! Ironically, it seems as if this behavior started the day she turned two! It's unbelievable.
I wonder if there are toddler meetings that parents are unaware of. They must get together twice a month and have everyone's second birthday listed on a HUGE Winnie the Pooh calendar! The leader of these Terrible Toddlers is in charge of reminding them who's second birthday is coming up. He says, "Rayliana Wright?" Chums says, "Present!" He says, "You are turning two on September 16th, yes?" Chums says, "Yes that's correct." The leader then trains them on how to go from sweet angels to terrorizing little monsters!
Anyway, I had an interesting conversation with Rayliana's dance teacher this morning, after Ray acted out in class which is her favorite place to be these days! She said that she probably senses that I am pregnant and another baby is coming. She said she had the perfect son until she was about six months pregnant with her second son. She said he turned into a completely different kid! Maybe those topics also arise during these toddler meetings!
It's kind of a hard situation because Ian is more of the disciplinarian and I am more of the nurturing mother type. He gets mad or upset and I try to defend her by coming up with some BS theory. I'll say, "Maybe she has something wrong with her, physically, or she is hurt in some way. Yeah that's it, that explains the 30 minutes of high-pitch screaming she just put us through!" I'm still her mommy and even when she is being a brat I love her to pieces and don't let anyone say anything negative about her, including her own father! :-)
Although, I was a little irritated when I came home from working out this evening and Ian told me that she was so well-behaved and thinks she only acts like that in front of me! Time for me to put my foot down I suppose! Any advice? I'd love to hear it! Thanks!
Tah Tah for now! :-)
Chums: "NO!!"
Mom and Dad: "Do you want to go outside?"
Chums: "NO!!"
Mom and Dad: "Do you want some milk?"
Chums: "NO!!"
Mom and Dad: "Do you want to play?"
Chums: "NO!!"
I think you get the idea! Now I know why they call it "The Terrible Twos!" Seriously!! She is a terror! I've never seen her act this bad! She screams, she talks back, she throws temper tantrums, she doesn't eat, she doesn't take naps! AHHH! Ironically, it seems as if this behavior started the day she turned two! It's unbelievable.
I wonder if there are toddler meetings that parents are unaware of. They must get together twice a month and have everyone's second birthday listed on a HUGE Winnie the Pooh calendar! The leader of these Terrible Toddlers is in charge of reminding them who's second birthday is coming up. He says, "Rayliana Wright?" Chums says, "Present!" He says, "You are turning two on September 16th, yes?" Chums says, "Yes that's correct." The leader then trains them on how to go from sweet angels to terrorizing little monsters!
Anyway, I had an interesting conversation with Rayliana's dance teacher this morning, after Ray acted out in class which is her favorite place to be these days! She said that she probably senses that I am pregnant and another baby is coming. She said she had the perfect son until she was about six months pregnant with her second son. She said he turned into a completely different kid! Maybe those topics also arise during these toddler meetings!
It's kind of a hard situation because Ian is more of the disciplinarian and I am more of the nurturing mother type. He gets mad or upset and I try to defend her by coming up with some BS theory. I'll say, "Maybe she has something wrong with her, physically, or she is hurt in some way. Yeah that's it, that explains the 30 minutes of high-pitch screaming she just put us through!" I'm still her mommy and even when she is being a brat I love her to pieces and don't let anyone say anything negative about her, including her own father! :-)
Although, I was a little irritated when I came home from working out this evening and Ian told me that she was so well-behaved and thinks she only acts like that in front of me! Time for me to put my foot down I suppose! Any advice? I'd love to hear it! Thanks!
Tah Tah for now! :-)
Saturday, October 2, 2010
"Are you sure there is just one in there?"
Dear family and friends,
I thought I would blog about how completely RUDE people are when you are pregnant. It absolutely boggles my mind that some people, friends included, have the audacity to ask questions such as, "Are you sure there is just one in there?" The funny part is that they ask that question when they positively know that there is in fact "just one in there." The next time someone asks me that I will probably respond, very sarcastically, "Oh gosh I hadn't thought of that! I'm four months along and I've heard the heartbeat already but I bet we the doctor missed another heartbeat! Thanks for asking me that vital question!"
I suppose I shouldn't be blogging while I am angry. Tonight I found out that a friend said something behind my back relating to this issue and now I'm upset! I came home thinking to myself that the only person I can ever trust and who has never let me down is my husband, Ian. He is always honest with me and has never done or said anything behind my back, or at least I've never caught him! :-) But I suppose that is for a different blog.
I wonder why people do ask silly questions and make rude comments when you're pregnant. Are they jealous that they aren't pregnant? Are they mad that I still weigh less than them even though I'm pregnant and they aren't? Are they mad that I am happy and they are trying to bring me down to their sad level? Hmmm...I don't know, but this is a friendly warning that the next time someone asks me a question equally offensive as the title of this blog, they will not be happy with my response. Hopefully, a LOT of friends are reading this particular blog! YOU'VE BEEN WARNED!
Many people made stupid comments while I was pregnant the first time as well. I am completely shocked that society thinks this is normal behavior! I mean I see pregnant women all the time and even think to myself, "Wow, she is pretty big!" Never would I ask her a question such as, "Are you having twins, triplets?" And yes I have even had strangers ask me said question!
So for the sake of all pregnant women; please I beg of you, do not, I repeat DO NOT, ask stupid, offensive questions or make rude, out of this world comments! Thank you for your fast cooperation with this urgent matter.
The End
I thought I would blog about how completely RUDE people are when you are pregnant. It absolutely boggles my mind that some people, friends included, have the audacity to ask questions such as, "Are you sure there is just one in there?" The funny part is that they ask that question when they positively know that there is in fact "just one in there." The next time someone asks me that I will probably respond, very sarcastically, "Oh gosh I hadn't thought of that! I'm four months along and I've heard the heartbeat already but I bet we the doctor missed another heartbeat! Thanks for asking me that vital question!"
I suppose I shouldn't be blogging while I am angry. Tonight I found out that a friend said something behind my back relating to this issue and now I'm upset! I came home thinking to myself that the only person I can ever trust and who has never let me down is my husband, Ian. He is always honest with me and has never done or said anything behind my back, or at least I've never caught him! :-) But I suppose that is for a different blog.
I wonder why people do ask silly questions and make rude comments when you're pregnant. Are they jealous that they aren't pregnant? Are they mad that I still weigh less than them even though I'm pregnant and they aren't? Are they mad that I am happy and they are trying to bring me down to their sad level? Hmmm...I don't know, but this is a friendly warning that the next time someone asks me a question equally offensive as the title of this blog, they will not be happy with my response. Hopefully, a LOT of friends are reading this particular blog! YOU'VE BEEN WARNED!
Many people made stupid comments while I was pregnant the first time as well. I am completely shocked that society thinks this is normal behavior! I mean I see pregnant women all the time and even think to myself, "Wow, she is pretty big!" Never would I ask her a question such as, "Are you having twins, triplets?" And yes I have even had strangers ask me said question!
So for the sake of all pregnant women; please I beg of you, do not, I repeat DO NOT, ask stupid, offensive questions or make rude, out of this world comments! Thank you for your fast cooperation with this urgent matter.
The End
Friday, October 1, 2010
CrossFit Anonymous!
Hi my name is Nicole and I am a CrossFitter! "HI NICOLE!"
I am addicted to CrossFit! For some of you who aren't familiar with CrossFit, it is a high performance training center and I try to go three times a week for about an hour. The actual workouts are so intense that they only last, at max, about 20 minutes long.
It's amazing the kind of workouts I can do while being in my second trimester. Today, for instance, I was the only girl working out with 6 other guys. AND we're were doing the exact same workout! Now of course I don't lift as heavy as the guys do on some of the heavy lifting workouts, however, it is invigorating knowing that I am building my strength every time I go workout. I worked out throughout my first pregnancy and still gained a ridiculous amount of weight and had a HORRIBLE labor. Well folks I am four months in and haven't gained a pound yet! Woo Hoo! I realize I still have a long way to go, but at this point with the first pregnancy I had already gained some weight.
I have improved my workouts and maximum lifts since I started, all the while, being four months pregnant! I started in the middle of May and have seen a difference in my strength, my ability to do things, my body, etc. Just a few weeks ago I was moving something that couldn't have weighed more than 30 pounds and whoever I was with said, "Oh no you can't lift that it's too heavy for you while you are pregnant!" I kind of giggled to myself and said, "No really, it's okay!"
In conclusion, I am a CrossFitter and proud of it! Once you go CrossFit you'll never go back!
I am addicted to CrossFit! For some of you who aren't familiar with CrossFit, it is a high performance training center and I try to go three times a week for about an hour. The actual workouts are so intense that they only last, at max, about 20 minutes long.
It's amazing the kind of workouts I can do while being in my second trimester. Today, for instance, I was the only girl working out with 6 other guys. AND we're were doing the exact same workout! Now of course I don't lift as heavy as the guys do on some of the heavy lifting workouts, however, it is invigorating knowing that I am building my strength every time I go workout. I worked out throughout my first pregnancy and still gained a ridiculous amount of weight and had a HORRIBLE labor. Well folks I am four months in and haven't gained a pound yet! Woo Hoo! I realize I still have a long way to go, but at this point with the first pregnancy I had already gained some weight.
I have improved my workouts and maximum lifts since I started, all the while, being four months pregnant! I started in the middle of May and have seen a difference in my strength, my ability to do things, my body, etc. Just a few weeks ago I was moving something that couldn't have weighed more than 30 pounds and whoever I was with said, "Oh no you can't lift that it's too heavy for you while you are pregnant!" I kind of giggled to myself and said, "No really, it's okay!"
In conclusion, I am a CrossFitter and proud of it! Once you go CrossFit you'll never go back!
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