Monday Monday

So it's another week. I am bound and determined to keep motivated and keep working out. I'm about to hop into the shower and then off to the market with Turtle.

I plan on doing a modified SoBe since I am still nursing Lex. I do have to eat some carbs. I'm not however going to go crazy. Plus I shall continue my exercising. I'm totally going to win at this weight loss game.

Tomorrow starts a new chapter in the Garcia household. David starts his new job so we wish him luck.

Time to start this day!!!

And it continues...

I am proud of myself! I have lost 25 lbs. Okay that may just be from having Lex. It has however kept me motivated to keep working out. I must confess I was lazy two days this week and I didn't walk on the treadmill today but, David and I walked around Spotsy Mall so there's my cardio.

Granted I did have pizza for lunch and pastaroni with dinner. Meh...as long as I keep exercising I should be good.

I'm waiting for my South Beach Books to come in. David and I went to Costco today and bought a whole bunch of meat. Seriously nothing but meat. I plan on just making a protein and veggies until I get my cookbooks.

Man though I'm really digging this whole exercising thing. I can't wait to get into good enough shape to go out jogging around downtown. I just might meet my goal of running a marathon by Lex's first birthday!

Day One...

Look at that couple. I know I know we are so good looking it hurts to look directly at us. This picture was taken on our Honeymoon in front of The real House of Seven Gables in Salem. Believe it or not I think we can actually look better. I mean Angelina and Brad will be hating on us! So my hubby and I are going on a diet and training to run a marathon by our Turtles first birthday.

I have in my shopping cart on Amazon South Beach Books. Come on payday!!! I am going to get the original South Beach Diet Book, the receipe guide plus the reference guide. It's neat it comes complete with grocery lists.

As many couples do David and I have put on weight since we got together. Thanks to my addiction to fast food. Neither one of us really likes eating junk food but we sure do A LOT! I have said to David that I do not want to become like Roseanne and Dan! So much so that I am printing out a picture of them and putting it on the fridge. Also now that we have Turtle I do not want him to be chubby like I was. Plus hello! Diabetes runs on both sides of the family.

Why South Beach you ask? Well a couple of years ago my Mom, Dad and I went on it. It was before my brother's wedding and we wanted to look good. I lasted a week because I'm lazy. In that first week however I lost my sweet tooth (which was amazing) and 6 pounds. My parents stayed on it for awhile and they lost a lot of weight. Then they fell off of it. You know what? They haven't gained all of their weight back.

It's really not that hard. I mean the first two weeks is because it's very restrictive. The receipes are good and easy. So we shall see how it goes.

I am going to get on the treadmill as we speak and walk for ten minutes. Baby steps. I am completely out of shape. So I am starting out small and walking on the treadmill at an easy pace. I did just have surgery afterall. When I was a party kid I would go out and dance at least once a week. It was awesome cardio! I should do that again except not get into the drinking.

Nursing Turtle is helping the weight come off plus drastically increased my water drinking. Sweet!!! My skin is going to look gooooooood!!!!! I'm obesessed with my complexion even though I've never had an acne problem. Hydration hydration hydration!!!!

We don't have a scale but pounds don't really matter to me because I am going to go by how I look. I weighed 140 lbs when I was 22 and looked damn good, but I think I can do better this time around.

So here we go!

New goal

So something has come over me. I think I've been inspired by how fast my belly has gone down (thanks breast feeding.) I used to be thin. Thin and hot with long hair. I miss being 22. So since it's been two weeks since I had Turtle and I'm almost back to my prebaby weight, I'm going the distance.

Around Lex's first birthday I want to run my first marathon. So after I have fully healed from my c section I plan on beginning my training. I hope I don't pull a Meggie and actually do it.

I will post my progress here when I start. I would like to be svelte Meggie again!

Turtle Turtle

So...I'm finally getting around to blogging about my sweet baby boy. He's asleep right now so I thought I would take advantage and also try to sneak in a nap. Here's the amazing adventure I've been on for the past week.

On Monday June 29th I was admitted to Mary Washington Hospital to be induced. I took a birthing class and they said try not to let them induce you. I should've listened or not...I'll explain in a bit.

When they induce the give you Pitocin which kicks starts labor, before hand though they give you a hormone to kind of prep you. I forget what it's called. That's the reason you come in the night before. I had heard how Pitocin can make labor much more painful. I wouldn't know about that. Why? The hormone they gave me and I didn't get along, it was the devil! It started contractions. They were sooooo painful and so close together that the damn Lamaze breathing didn't work. I was hysterically sobbing and just about broke David's hand. The Nurse said she had never seen that happen before. She kept giving me a painkiller but it only worked for like twenty minutes and eventually stopped working all together. I threw up I was in so much pain. David made the comment that he had never seen someone fill up a bag so much. Gross!

They decided that my poor body had had enough and removed the hormone which was supposed to hopefully end the contractions. They examed me and after ALL that I was still 1cm dilated like I was when I got examed at 4:30 p.m the night before. It was about 3:30 a.m. I was beat and worn out and still sobbing because the contractions would not stop. David felt helpless because there was nothing I could do and was quiet the whole time.

Since I had had such a strong reaction the Doctor on call okayed me for an epidural which is unheard of at 1 cm. I had wanted a complete natural birth but had said that I'm no fool and no when to throw in the towel. So I got my epidural which was hard for them to do as I was having contractions every 2 minutes. Epidural...my new best friend!!!!

Because I was all numb and could finally relax they decided to go ahead and give me the pitocin. So at 7 in the morning they put it in my drip. I didn't feel a thing. They said I was having contractions, I couldn't tell you if I was because I felt nothing!!!! I was so exhausted and all I wanted to do was sleep but they kept checking on me and examing me and giving me more pitocin. Breaking my water yada yada yada...Then that's when the trouble started.

They had noticed earlier that Lex's heart rate was dropping. Nothing alarming but they wanted to keep an eye on it. I remained calm because if I stressed out that would only make it worse. That's what David was there for. At about 1:00 p.m on June 30th the Doctor came in and told me words I will never forget. "Your baby's heart rate has dropped down as low as 90. We can do a C section now and you can have a healthy baby or wait but there could be further complications."

That was the single most scary moment of my life but I couldn't think about that. I didn't even ask David what he thought. I told the Doctor "Do it."

David went and got his parents and my parents to come see me before I was taken away. My Mom started crying and I told her not to worry just to pray to Saint Jude (the Patron Saint of Desperate Cases.)

At 1:30 I was wheeled into the O.R. and was prepped for surgery. David came in at 1:45 and at 1:51 Alexander was born. Hearing his little cry was such a surreal moment. They held him up over the little curtain thing and David took a picture then they whisked him away to clean him off. I had a hissy fit on the table because I had had enough! I wanted out. I wanted to take my baby and run away. I was still being put together when this happened. Then I had a crazy attack of the shivers. My teeth were chattering and everything. The anesthesiologist gave me some Demerol and I was all goooooood. David then brought Lex over to me when he was all wrapped up so I could see him. I wanted to hold him soooo badly but I had to wait.

Fast forward to a week later and all I do is stare at him. It's weird because I never knew it was so possible to love someone so much. I love his little happy baby noises. I love when we stare at each other. I love when he falls asleep in my arms. I even love when he wakes me up in the middle of the night. I'm someones Mom now and that's very very peculiar. He's such a cute baby and he's also a very good baby. Except when I change him. He does not like to have his diaper changed. Man does he scream bloody murder! You would think I was beating him.

I've had my staples removed and am still a little sore from the surgery. Sometimes my back aches and I have a dull headache. In the end it was all worth it. The horrible pain was worth it. I would do it again in a heartbeat.

Just another Tuesday...

So yesterday I had a Doctors appointment. I have another one tomorrow. Nothing yet, Lex apparently is in no hurry. So the Doctor said I need to be more active if I want to kick start labor. Today I went window shopping.

I had a nice relaxing day overall. I talked to my Mom who called for her daily update. After we exchange "Hellos" the first thing out of her mouth is "Anything?" my response is always the same. "Nope." We chatted for a little while later and then I made the bed and got ready to go out.

I've been trying really hard not to become the lady who lets herself go. So I got dressed and put on my face and then went to the mall.

I walked around Macy's coveting all the linens and kitchen items that are out of my price range. I want to redo my whole apartment. Lot's of blues, greys, and cremes with dark wood. Le sigh. Oh money.

So when did Fiesta ware become so expensive? $17 for a dinner plate!!!! That's crazy. I was upset. Then I saw such a sweet elderly couple who were still clearly as in love with each other as they were when they first got married in the 1940's. I forgot all about the prices and just smiled and left Macy's. Okay that's not true, first I looked at the Coach and Dooney & Burkes bags. They were 30% off!!!! Thank goodness I do not have a Macy's gift card!

I walked around a little bit more and decided that I had had enough of the mall. I resisted Bath & Body Works and their sale. Also it's depressing to see all the cute summer dresses because I can't buy them. That's the problem with being pregnant. I will hopefully be having this baby any day now so I don't want to buy anymore maternity dresses. Yet I have no idea what my post baby size will be. Grr!!!!

I did get to go shopping thanks to the gift certificate to my favorite downtown store Whittinghams. I love that store yet never buy anything from there. So I got some new place mats, tongs, a meat thermometer and my beloved cow creamer that I have been eyeing for like year now. I did not however get the items I was planning a cheese grater and sugar bowl. Oh well.

By the way...I couldn't figure out how to get my pictures where I wanted them. Oops....

Like I said tomorrow I have another appointment. Then I think I will walk around Pier 1.

It's Sunday

Hello everyone! So I really don't have anything to write about so it's all going to be random.

First off I have decided that Lex will be born on June 23rd. I've already told him he has no choice in this matter. Why? So you may or may not know I'm a HUGE theater person. It's not a hobby it's a lifestyle. I've been singing since I could talk, dancing since I could walk and acting...well let's just say I do that on a daily basis. Just ask my beloved husband. He seems to think I'm dramatic. Am I good at these things? A triple threat if you will. I like to think so, but others may disagree. Whatev...Anyhoo, June 23rd happens to be the birth date of my favorite and I dare you to disagree greatest Choreographer in the world Bob Fosse!!!! I told this to David and he looked at me like I was crazy until I explained that the Late Mr. Fosse was quite the ladies man.

So I have a little over a month until my little dude is due. I'm very very tired. Oh and found out that I am anemic. Boo! So here's my sad Preggie Meggie story.

About two weeks ago I was in Giant doing my grocery shopping. I got all of the items on my list and went to go wait in line. Whilst standing there all of a sudden I break out in a sweat and realize I may faint. I got tunnel vision and everything turned a shade of violet. So I drop down to my knees and start trying to focus on my breathing. There's a lot of people in the store and yet... Not a single person asks me if I'm okay, offers me water, Nothing. There I am 8 months pregnant and no one shows me any compassion. So once I could stand again I left my cart where it was and got into the car. Luckily my vision returned to normal. So all those jerks that were at Giant especially the lady who just stood there staring at me while this all happened, May you get an itch where you can't scratch!

I'm reading my first romance novel. Gotta be honest it's not my thing. I'm not saying that because I think it's tacky. Trust me...all you have to do is look at my bookcase to realize I read the literary equivalent to The Hills. I just can't get into it. Plus it's a Pirate theme so I'm reading it with a Pirate accent. Which I do with all books. The last book I read for the book club was set in Texas. Anyone else do that? It gets annoying after awhile but I can't stop! Help me!

Well that's it for now. I'm going to try to read some more before I go to Otani's to celebrate Brandon's 30th birthday!!!