Monday, January 23, 2012

Healthy Monday - Game On Part I!

Well folks, it's Monday and the snow is (finally) falling softly outside of the window as I type this.  I'm certain that it is messing up everyone's commutes, particularly since it is some of the first snow we've seen this year, but from where I sit??  It's a lovely sight and I'm ready for an opportunity to get the girls out playing in the snow.

Yesterday was the start of a healthy challenge that I'm taking part in.  It's called Game On!  (see www.thegameondiet.com) I've teamed up with two Cobbers to take on the world (or at least a handful of other teams).  You can watch my teammate Sonja's progress on her blog - sonjabe.blogspot.com.  Here's what we'll be up to:

  • Maintaining a diet - my teammates and I are all using Weight Watchers so I'll be sticking even more strictly to my points than usual.
  • Exercising at least 20 minutes a day - I'll be trying to run 2 or 3 times per week (I might try for running twice and swimming once...jury is still out) and then doing some strength training at home on the 'other' days
  • Sleeping at least 7 hours a night 
  • Drinking lots of water - at least 101 ounces per day which is approximately 90 ounces more than I normally drink.  This might be tough
  • Picking up a new, healthy habit - mine is going to be sewing at least 4 hours per week which comes out to 30 minutes+ per day each week.  Sewing is good for my soul and potentially gives me some additional opportunities for picking up a little extra cash if I can really get my butt in gear.

  • Dropping an old, unhealthy habit - mine is soda in general and Diet Coke in specific.  I went cold turkey and I'll stay "off" the old habit for at least the next 4 weeks!
  • Communicating with both our teammates and our competitors each day to encourage and/or trash talk as the spirit moves us.
We earn points for all of the above and we can lose points for:
  • Weighing - for stepping on the scale more than once a day
  • Snacking too much - we are supposed to eat 5 "meals" per day - no more
  • Cheating - obviously cheating is bad and you should lose points for it, but I AM curious - if you're cheating, how would anyone know?  And if your conscience would allow you to cheat, wouldn't it also allow you to NOT jot down those negative points?
  • Alcohol Consumption - no more vodka or crappy lite beer for me for the next 4 weeks
  • Changing your habit - if you change either your "healthy" habit or your "unhealthy" habit from above, you lose lots of points...so you gotta show some stick-to-it-ive-ness
We do get one day off every week which will feel good!  And we earn bonus points for meeting our weight / fitness goals as well.  I'm excited about this because I really do want to take some of this weight back off and I need something to inspire me back into the running that I apparently gave up for the holidays.  Maybe I'll actually be svelte by swimsuit weather this year!  I have lost some weight already since I actually more or less started back on weight watchers a couple of weeks ago.  My weight yesterday was 145.8 which IS down from the 147.6 that I posted a while back but admittedly I have been awfully loosey-goosey with my point counting up 'til now and I have NOT been exercising.  This competition and this blog will couple to make me uber dedicated!  I'm certain of it!  

Stealing a little inspiration from Ragnar today because I always love this one.
Makes me feel great about every effort I make...every little effort is a little more effort than I'd be making otherwise.  
 

GAME ON!!

Wednesday, January 18, 2012

Pinkified...

I just saw this posted on facebook:

http://www.huffingtonpost.com/2012/01/15/lego-friends-girls-gender-toy-marketing_n_1206293.html#s608563&title=Cabbage_Patch_Kids

and thought I had better give it a quick read because it feeds right into what I've been trying to wrap my brain around lately.  It's the "Princess vs. Robot" debate.  Sort of.  But different.  I think.  Or at least it sent my brain in an ever so slightly different spin...


I have often been angered by the pink trap.  I recall vividly walking through Babies 'R Us and being utterly amazed by the rows and rows of otherwise gender-neutral toys that had been "pinkified" for no obviously good reason.  Every toddling toy you could think of had been rendered in shades of pinks & purples.  I remember specifically the good 'ole popcorn popper push toy & the plastic stacking rings that EVERY toddler must have.  At the time I remember being 50/50 disgusted with the need to turn everything pink AND with the obvious question "what if my second child is a boy?" (which - I know - brings up a whole new set of questions like "so what?  can your boy baby NOT push a pink popcorn popper?")  Why is it that my beautiful baby girl was supposed to suddenly become color blind to everything but pinks & purples.

 I don't remember ever being that infatuated with pink myself.  I remember loving yellow.  My bedroom was painted half yellow with the other half covered in wallpaper of butterflies.  Yup - very girly - but not pink.  And when I got older and decided that yellow was "so yesterday" I opted for blue.  I don't really recall pink being THAT big of a deal as I was growing up.  Perhaps memories fade with time...

Leaving alone for a moment the "dangers of Barbie" and the horrid things that "they" have done to Strawberry Shortcake, etc. (I think I'll delve into my thoughts on that topic in another post down the road)  I thought I'd wander through my girls' playroom to see what traps we had fallen into without realizing.  I went looking for otherwise gender-neutral items that had been "pinkified".  I'm pleased to report that I didn't find MUCH.  They have basic building blocks in the whole rainbow of colors (which they love), they have puzzles featuring wildlife & bugs, planes & trains, dinosaurs.  Their stuffed animal bins are overflowing with everything from the basic teddy bear to a stuffed octopus, lobster, monkeys, even a turkey.  All of which are colored "appropriately".  Yes, they have a whole army of baby dolls (again - a topic for another day) but their play kitchen is gender neutral (purchased by Grandma and if I recall correctly, she and I discussed in advance that I preferred a kitchen that was NOT pink and flowery).  I found two things that ALMOST made me feel guilty.  I found a very flowery, pink kickball and I found the "pinkified" LEGOS.  No, not the LEGOS referenced in the attached article but just your basic LEGOS which happen to be in girly shades and happen to include a horse, flowers and "castley-looking" windows.  What makes me feel better about these items - the kickball was found in a bin stocked FULL of balls that were blue, red, orange...and while this kickball WAS the largest, it was certainly not in the majority in terms of appearance.  And the LEGOS - well - my daughter loves to build with her big, interlocking blocks but seemed ready to graduate to the next level with the smaller LEGOS.  I really wanted to foster that love for building - wanted to make sure that she didn't suddenly deem it a "boy" activity...so I fell deep into the trap and bought pink.



All in all - in terms of toys that should otherwise be gender neutral, I feel like we've done a fairly bang-up job of keeping things less pink and more rainbow colored!  Score one for us?!

Monday, January 16, 2012

Maybe I'll win Mother of the Year after all...

Every parent screws up.  Even me.  It appears that I totally screwed up my children's eating habits.

Dinnertime has always been a family affair for us.  In actuality, we usually more or less all sit down to eat breakfast and lunch together too but not as consistently.  Dinner - unless one of us is out of town, we ALL sit down together to eat and discuss life's great topics...every night!  When B was a baby and toddler, she would eat ANYTHING.  Seriously.  Of course, her favorite foods were the usual kid-friendly favorites, but she would happily eat anything that we put in front of her except rice.  For whatever reason, the kid wouldn't touch rice with a 10-foot pole.  No problem.

Well time passed, and yes I'm going to give myself an excuse here...Chris travels a lot.  And it's really hard for me to force myself to cook a whole meal that I will eat - and the girls will nibble at.  So I got really, really lazy over the last year or so.  I got into the habit of cooking for them whatever they wanted (ie. hot dogs, pbj, mac & cheese) and making something equally delicious for myself.  Note to self:  this PROBABLY contributed to my need for weight watchers as well.

So now - we had reached a stage where the girls refused to eat anything that wasn't made of peanut butter or whatever hot dogs are made out of.  Oops.  I screwed up.  But keep reading...'cause I think I fixed it!  Hooray!

We tried lots of stuff...I tried pleading and crying...we tried threatening...we tried "2 more bites"-ing...tried "you just have to try a bite"...tried that thing where you just "put-it in-front-of-them-and-refuse-to-make-anything-else-and-"eventually"-they'll-get-hungry"...all it was doing was making dinnertime a MISERABLE affair.




Yup!  That's MY child eating steamed broccoli the size of her head!
And - we have a sense of humor around here...Daddy paid her for her efforts!  
Finally, I hit on the idea of getting B involved in the process.  The girls already love to bake and cook.  All I have to do is open a cupboard and they come running into the kitchen trailing aprons behind, chorusing "I'll help", pushing chairs ahead of them to reach the counter.  So on Sunday afternoon, B and I sit down with the cookbook and a piece of paper.  I start reading off the names of recipes (I do pick things to read that I think she might actually like...nothing too spicy, nothing too complicated...).  Every once in a while she'll ask "what's that one?" and I'll tell her what's in it.  I have her pick 3 or 4 recipes that sound good to her and I make my grocery list from that.  Then when we go to the grocery store, I let her help pick out ingredients as we go.  I ask, "should we buy a yellow onion or a white one?" and "which box of noodles looks better?" and tell her "walk over there and pick out a package of broccoli".  And I explain to her that we are buying this and that for Recipe A or Recipe B that she picked out.  I get her very involved.  When it comes time to MAKE dinner - in come the girls to don their aprons and wield their spatulas.  Of course, this whole process - choosing a weekly menu, buying groceries and prepping dinner - takes at least twice as long as it needs to, BUT...*drumroll please* Miracle upon Miracles...they EAT!  We've been going strong this way for about 3 weeks and with one exception (B thought the beef stroganoff looked like "mud" and she refused to eat it) the girls have been eating their dinner.  Turns out I might just pass the Mother Test after all!  Chalk one up for me!
B contemplates her broccoli (note that the chicken is already essentially gone!)


So you say you're a doula...

*WARNING - this is a REALLY long blog post, I promise they won't always be like this.  I just have so much to say on this topic and don't know how to shorten it up!  Forgive me!* 

I've been working on my doula certification for a little over a year and I am ALMOST there!  I was a little bit shocked to have my husband ask me this past week, "what exactly is it you do?  People ask me and I don't know what to tell them."  Huh - so apparently I haven't been doing a very good job of advocating for doulas if my own household doesn't understand a doula's worth! So here's your "Doula 101":

The would doula is a Greek word which means "a woman who serves."  Women have always come together to attend the births of the next generation.  It is only a recent phenomenon that the delivery room is made up of a doctor, a nurse, occasionally a husband/partner and the mother.  Throughout time, it has been the Aunties, the Grandmas, the Sisters and the wise women who passed down the wisdom of the ages to help women bring new life into the world.

Take a look at a fairly average American experience.  The mother checks herself into the hospital usually when she is around 3 cm dilated.  If you're talking solely based on averages/expectations at this point, that woman will be in the hospital for roughly another 7 hours before she begins to actively push that baby out.  And that's 'averages' and 'expectations'.  We all know lots of stories of women who labored for 24+ hours.  Over the course of that time, if she is utilizing the services of an MD and everything is going according to plan, she will see that MD a few brief times before it comes time to push.  She'll likely have an extraordinary nurse to tend to her needs but frequently that nurse will be tending to the needs of other mothers at the same time...and that nurse will go home and be replaced at the end of her shift.  She'll also hopefully have a compassionate, strong partner by her side but that partner, let's face it, will not have experienced what she is going through.  If she's very lucky she will also have a competent doula.  That doula will be by her side from the time she arrives at the hospital until after the baby is born.  She will not trade shifts with someone else, she will have no other mother to tend to and her entire focus will be on that particular mother, that particular father and that particular baby.

Doulas are not medically trained.  We are trained in the use of basic comfort measures and labor positions and we become quickly experienced in "reading" a woman in labor, guiding her support person(s) in the best ways to be there for her and, most importantly in my limited experience, in helping her find and maintain her labor rhythm.  Because we are not medically trained, we are not otherwise occupied with watching & maintaining the monitors, hooking up IV's, checking vitals, etc.  We are focused on the labor itself.  It's a wonderful thing.

To quote DONA (the organization who is certifying me) "Studies have shown that when doulas attend birth, labors are shorter with fewer complications, babies are healthier and they breastfeed more easily." 

This is how a typical experience with me as a doula starts.  If it's a private client, I meet with Mom & Dad sometime around 4 - 6 weeks prior to the due date to discuss the parents' birth plan.  If they have one.  If they don't have one, I encourage them to write one.  I listen to their previous birth stories if there are any.  I find out what their hopes and expectations are for the birth (ie. are they hoping for an nonmedicated birth, are they open to an epidural, etc.).  I find out what their fears are and I try to assuage them either with tidbits of my own knowledge or topics for research.  I also find out what typically calms and soothes the mother in cases of normal, everyday stress (ie. music, hot bath, massage, guided imagery, etc.).  I also give them my "Stacy as your doula speech" which goes a little like this, "I am there for you.  You are absolutely in charge.  It's your day and your time.  I will be by your side until you tell me to leave.  I will not be insulted or hurt by anything that you say or do.  You cannot offend me in that room.  My expectation is that you are brutally honest with me - 'I don't like that' 'Stop talking' 'that helps/doesn't help' all 'Minnesota-nice' needs to go out the window and you need to be 100% honest and forthcoming with your caregivers and with me."

I am then on-call 24 hours a day beginning 2 weeks prior to due date until 2 weeks post due date.  When Mom calls me, I assess with her over the phone where she's at and agree to meet her whenever / wherever she'd like.  Usually I meet up with Mom & Dad as they are checking into the hospital and the real fun starts.

Every woman needs the same basic things in my experience.  They all need to feel supported.  They all need to believe in themselves and in their bodies' ability to do what they are about to do.  They need to trust in their intuition.  They need to let go and trust their attendants to not judge them so that they are free and comfortable enough to relax into their labor.  A relaxed woman (yes - a woman CAN be relaxed while in labor...though my definition and your definition may not be precisely the same) has a much easier time with their labor in general.

Every woman also needs something very different.  Some women (myself, for example) need to be allowed to turn within themselves and focus intently on riding their waves of pain.  Some women need an outside stimulus - pressure on their forehead, pressure on their lower back, someone to sway with them... Some women need a lot of assistance in maintaining slow, even breathing and finding their own labor's rhythm.  Some women need nothing but your presence in the room.  I have spent time doing nothing but sitting quietly in the corner reading my book and making sure that the door always gets closed when someone comes/goes to maintain the quiet or doing nothing but hitting "play" everytime the relaxing CD comes to an end.

As a doula, I do not judge a woman's decisions.  I am not inside of her labor and while I know precisely what MY labors were like...I do NOT know what HER labor is like.  I work hard to trust her judgement and to support her decisions.  I do not advocate for a mother with the medical staff.  I do not communicate to the medical staff for the mother.  What I DO occasionally do is make certain that a mother knows that she has the right to ask questions and that she (except in cases of emergency) has the right to take a quiet moment alone to think through a major medical decision.

I know - I know - that all sounds very ethereal, lovey-dovey, gooshy...if you want to get down the nitty-gritty of it, this is what I really find myself doing as a doula:

I hold Mom's hand, I direct Dad's massage, I say "this is normal" at least a million times, I ice down wash cloths and put them on Mom's forehead, shoulders and wash her face.  I hold a basin or bag while Mom throws up and then assure her that, again, it's normal AND it happens to me all the time AND it's ok.  I help her to the toilet, I help her in and out of the tub.  I say, "in through your nose and out through your mouth" a hundred times.  I encourage Mom to make noise if it helps her - always low noises, never high.  I encourage her to rest between contractions as long as she can and then I encourage her to try different positions, move, shift.  I covertly direct the rhythm of her breathing, swaying, head-nodding, etc. by use of my own humming, breathing, hand stroking.  I close the door.  I ask her about her baby - baby's name, baby's nursery, hopes & dreams for baby down the road - to remind her that her pain has a purpose without saying those horrible words because WHO wants to have their pain minimized by being told "your pain has a purpose"?

I'm working on completing the certification process to be a DONA certified doula.  (Check out www.dona.org to find out more about the organization and detailed information about certification.)  Certification, in a nutshell, requires that I attend a 2 day long seminar that had my head spinning full of information.  Also requires that I attend a day long seminar on breastfeeding and a full-length childbirth class (Lamaze or Bradley).  Then I  must attend 3 births and, with mother's permission, document them thoroughly with evaluations.  There is a bunch of reading and some minor researching and paperwork to accomplish.  I have finally attended my 3rd birth (though I have actually attended 7 at this point - but, for various reasons, they won't all "count") and all I have left is my childbirth class and some paperwork.  And then.  I will finally be a certified doula.  I'm not sure this means much for me in terms of how it will change my work. I will probably continue to volunteer at Woodwinds, maintain my certification and take a private client or two a year.  I am hoping that once the girls are a little bit older, I might be able to turn this into a supplemental career and some extra income but the on-call lifestyle is really difficult with 2 little girls to care for and a husband who travels.

In the meantime, I feel very fulfilled when I feel like I've contributed to building beautiful birth stories for new Moms (or new again Moms).  I feel even more amazed when I can help a Mom enjoy (ok - that's a strong word) feeling all of her labor and delivery.  The look on a woman's face immediately after that last push is amazing!  While I won't be sharing specifics of any mom's birth stories online (that would just be totally rude), I do hope to blog more about my doula work in the future...I swear future posts will be more concise!  :)

Sunday, January 8, 2012

Princesses VS robots? Or Princesses AND robots?


B loves robots.  Has loved robots for over half her life.  She has a stuffed robot that she sleeps with...she loves the movie "Short Circuit"...last year she chose a Transformer backpack for herself because robots are "so cool"...she and her daddy made a little cardboard robot together that really works!  Today B said something to me that made me genuinely sad.  She informed me that she likes Princesses but not robots because "Princesses are just so girly and robots are really just for boys". 

I am planning right now to dedicate several blog posts to this topic in an effort to straighten out my own thoughts on the topic, track some research and pay close attention to what the girls are up to these days.  "This", this "thing" that I am witnessing in my oldest daughter is something that I've feared since before my girls were born. 



How exactly DOES one raise a strong, independent, intelligent, thoughtful and caring young woman who is as comfortab
le with a child on her hip in the kitchen as she is, say driving a stick shift on her way to the paintball field?  I want my daughters to be so incredibly comfortable in their own skins that they choose their own fashion sense over someone else's, that they choose to eat healthy & exercise because it makes them physically feel good more than it makes them LOOK physically good.  I want them to choose their hobbies & passions based on their own preferences rather than society's.  I want them to enjoy science & math as much as they do literature and music. 

Myself?  I've never been into fashion, makeup, hairstyles, etc.  I've always had male friends that were as close to me (if not closer) as my female friends.  I've always enjoyed time outdoors, climbing trees, scaling rocks even if I wasn't very skilled at these pursuits.  I can't throw a ball accurately to save my soul but I once could sing, play the piano, the oboe and the flute...I don't think that these were separations thrust upon me so much as reactions to my own preferences and talents.  As an adult, I thoroughly enjoy and am proud of my skills on the firing range, enjoy the occasional paintball game and love to SCUBA dive (not to mention am VERY proud of the fact that I am a very good breather - can last a lot longer on one tank of air than most).  I also really enjoy cooking when I don't have someone hanging onto my leg and I love to sew.  My husband used to refer to me as his "Swiss-Army-Wife" and this has always made me warm with pride.  I feel that I have always made my own decisions about what I want to do.  I don't recall ever really feeling the sting of society's judgement.  I'm certain that it was there, but I legitimately believe that I just didn't care.  I'm not sure where this balance came from in me.  I don't know if it is just my temperament or if it was some sort of guidance from my parents?  I don't know how to pass this pure acceptance of themselves on to my daughters. 


Friday, January 6, 2012

Reason #1 that I won't be winning Mother of the Year...



So...the truth is - if you don't know me very well - I AM a little bit type-A.  And a little bit anal-retentive.  Less so - sigNIFICANTLY less so since I've had children...but it's still there.  So I am not a big fan of fingerpainting.   It's so...messy...and while I consciously, absolutely, positively CELEBRATE the messines...my subconscious is literally spasming with the thought of all of the chaos.  When B brought up the idea tonight...I think I actually threw up a little in my mouth...I mean really!??!  really?!?!  After the last 2 days?  My patience was supposed to tolerate FINGERPAINTING?  but, I'm proud to admit that I took a deep breath... got out the dreaded fingerpaints...and squirted it right into their hands.  And then I was just mortified.  While B dug right in...E looked at me like I'd grown a 3rd head. 

MY 2 YEAR OLD DOESN'T KNOW HOW TO FINGERPAINT! 

THE HORROR!!!!!!

If I'm going to make an attempt at giving myself some credit here...B DOES know how to fingerpaint!  And, I'm very aware of my recent lack of focused attention with the girls (see aforementioned resolutions and/or attempts at change...)  When they were finished...they were, quite literally, covered from fingertip to elbow in paint (plus, inexplicably, some on E's eyebrow).  I had some on my sleeve and my forearm.  It was all over the table and the countertop.  It was all over the fingerpaint bottles.  All over E's highchair (yes - I KNOW she's 2 1/2 ... don't JUDGE!).  All over both the kitchen sink and the bathtub & shower walls.  PLUS a spot on the carpet from where B hit the deck on the way up the steps to the bathtub to wash.  Really?  it's no wonder that the stuff makes me cringe.  They had fun, we have some new artwork to grace the refrigerator now that all the Christmas cards have come down AND I feel like I fulfilled my obligation / desire to spend more focused time with my beauties!  All in all - Operation Fingerpaint was a SUCCESS!  *groan*

Monday, January 2, 2012

Healthy Mondays

So I think Mondays are going to be my healthy-goals-check-in-days.  My last stint with Weight Watchers always saw me weighing in on Mondays so it feels logical to me.  I did so very well shedding weight this past spring with Weight Watchers.  And my running goals have all been met and exceeded over the past year.  BUT.  Then my crazy, crazy summer happened.  I had one day off in the month of July - and each of those days either included 3 catered meals or meant that I was travelling = eating out/eating fast food.  So I fell off the diet wagon.  But I was still running fairly consistently (even while travelling, yeah me!) so i didn't actually gain more than a few pounds until right around Thanksgiving this year.  That is when the wheels fell off.  I ran the Turkey Day 5k and suddenly had no more runs on the calendar.  So why run, right?  Hmmm.  Apparently...running is what was keeping me svelte!  (HA!)  So I have gained a monumental amount of weight in the last 6 weeks.  It truly can't be healthy.  So here are, concisely, my healthy body goals as of right now:
  • Jump back on the Weight Watchers bandwagon to return to my goal weight of 130.
  • Return to exercising at least 3 times per week. 
  • Water.  Water.  Water. 
  • Diet Coke = Bad
To expound a bit ('cause lord knows, I AM verbose as a rule)...
  • I love Weight Watchers.  Well, I hate Weight Watchers, of course.  It isn't "right" to LOVE Weight Watchers.  But I do love it.  sorta.  I believe that it is the best "diet" on the market right now.  It doesn't contain any supplements or crazy powders or anything.  It doesn't tell you that you can't eat this or that.  I can't imagine sticking to a gluten-free diet or anything like that.  It lets me eat whatever I want but holds me accountable for what I eat.  It teaches me to place a very real value on eating the "right" foods - ie. vegetables and proteins over carbs and cakes.  It doesn't cost a small fortune.  It doesn't necessitate that I continue to buy 'their food' until the end of days to keep the weight off.  It seems like the healthiest option by far. AND - BONUS - I know it works for me.  I am a Lifetime member, after all!  (yes - you are reading the sin of pride in that statement).  I reached and maintained my 130 pound goal weight for 6+ weeks back before the girls were born.  Can't wait to get there again!  And - I was almost there this past spring when everything went horribly wrong.  So - as of today - I'm BACK WW! 
  • I love races.  I hate the expense of races.  But I love races.  I love the comradery of it.  Love the excitement of it.  Love the challenge of it.  Love the fact that it forces me to keep running on a regular basis.  So - much as we probably can't afford it, I'm going to go back to signing up for some races.  The first one will likely be the Valentine's Day 5k if I can convince SOMEONE (see that, sic?) to run it with me again this year - I totally embarassed myself "running" it last year - this year will be better!  So - back to running the track at the ymca.  Though I'm considering trying some swimming once a week or so to change things up because that track gets mighty dull after the 30th lap or so. Chris bought me a waterproof case and headset for my ipod so I'll give it a shot.  Plus - BONUS - swimming IS a full-body workout, after all. 
  • I don't like water.  What's to like?  It is SO boring.  I only can tolerate it if I've been running (then it's delicious!) or if it's ICE cold!  So this is going to be a tough one for me.  I'm dedicating my BIG BLUE pitcher to my water drinking goals.  I'll fill it with filtered water every morning and empty it by bedtime.  I WILL!
  • Diet Coke is delicious.  I am also addicted.  Full-on addicted.  Until I have my daily dose, my body feels sluggish, achy...downright hungover.  Mere moments after that first sip, I'm clearer, physically feel better, significantly less cranky...and it frightens me.  It is 100% ridiculous that the way that I feel and the way that I react to my children is so dependent on a cup of stuff that is bad for me to begin with.  So - at least for now - I'm giving it up cold turkey.  I gave it up while I was pregnant, I can do it again.  I'll just suffer for a bit, I'm sure...and so will the girls unfortunately.  But - it'll be better!  I swear! 
So that's in for now.  In a nutshell. 

And my check-in for today - 147.6 pounds per my home scale.  And this is what I look like right now.  This is an honest photo.  I did not suck anything in...didn't push anything out.  This is just me.  It ain't pretty but it's true and it will get better quickly.