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Dec 17

why can’t we be friends?

Dec 17

Please, allow me to indulge my inner 13-year-old for a moment.

So far, everything has been going swimmingly with my new job. The organic cafe is amazing, the work is manageable, I’m just busy enough that the day flies by but I’m not overwhelmed, and I just signed up for personal training so I can begin to tackle the ginormous task of getting my pre-baby, pre-infertility body back… it’s good. All good. Except for this one thing.

I have no friends.

I know, I’m 30 years old, and this sounds ridiculous. This is ridiculous. But if you think about it, the people you work with are the people you spend the majority of the day with. It’s nice to get along with them. It’s nice to have people to joke with, to commiserate with, to eat lunch with.

This isn’t my first time having a hard go of it. Way back in the day, I switched to private school going into my freshmen year of high school – voluntarily – hoping that I could have a second chance at finding my place in the pecking order. (I’m not sure if my parents even knew what my motivation really was. I insisted on switching from public school to Catholic school, possibly claiming some sort of religious epiphany, when really all I wanted was to fit in.) I was looking for a fresh start, with no nerdy pre-teen, pimply-faced, awkward phase prejudices. Now, the fact that I strode in to that first day of freshmen orientation with dyed bright red hair and blonde bangs like Ginger Spice probably should have clued me in that I was never going to part of the in-crowd, but I digress…

who let me out of the house like this?

who let me out of the house like this?

I expected everyone to be new like I was. I stupidly did not consider that only a handful of middle schools fed into that high school, and that everyone already knew everyone (even between the different schools, somehow), and that the cliques were already firmly established. To break in I would have needed to be really, really cool (and I really, really wasn’t). I wound up exactly where I was before transferring schools – somewhere on the fringes. Not a loser, per se, but not one of the cool kids, either. Simply there. Non-existent in the eyes of the socially accepted.

That was high school, and I’ve come a long way. (For example, I’ve finally figured out that blonde bangs and red hair are not an attractive combination). But I have another example of a time I expected an even playing field and was unpleasantly surprised. When I started working at Coach, they had literally just built the store. I was part of the opening crew of people. So imagine my shock and disdain when I walked into that first employee meeting, expecting a bunch of people who needed to get to know each other, and instead found that everyone had already been working together for years (at another store). I found out that day that the retail mall world is small, and generally mall employees migrate from store to store in groups. Annoying! Luckily, with a little wit and sarcasm, they welcomed me into the fold (eventually).

I have a hard time making friends, but once I do, I usually keep them around for life. I still talk with the girls who I worked with at my first “real” (full time, corporate, post-college) job in 2006. I’ve been to the weddings of most of those Coach friends, and we still keep in touch and half-heartedly try to plan a (probably-never-going-to-actually-happen) brunch. I married my boss from my first job ever! I love my work friends. Clearly.

So that’s my excessively long preamble to introduce the fact that so far, I have no friends at work (besides my former coworker and carpool buddy, who is in a different department and on a different floor in a different building, so I’m not counting him for the purposes of this rant). I know it’s only been a short time. But I think the frustrating thing is that I work with a team of women, and at my last job where I worked with all women (at the daily deals site) we ended up being really close friends. Again, they are people I keep in touch with to this day. Plus, it seems like the girls at work do have that… I’m just not a part of it.

I guess it just doesn’t feel promising. They all go to lunch and sit together, so I tried going at the same time. I’m not proud to admit this, but the one day I intentionally sat alone at a table in plain view of their table and broke out my Nook. I was testing the waters to see if they would invite me over to sit with them. Lo and behold, they did! But then things got awkward.

They waved me over, so that was cool, but I’m not really good at interjecting myself into conversations and no one really asked me any questions, so the whole experience wound up being me, at a table, listening to other people talk. Like a creepy lurker. And I wish I could say this has only happened the one time, but so far it’s happened several times, basically whenever I have occasion to sit near them. There’s lots of talking, but I’m never contributing, just listening. I try really, really hard to think of things to add, but when I do say something, the conversation sort of dies right there before moving on to other things.

I wish I was more like my husband, who is really outgoing and good at making friends everywhere he goes. He’s great at parties and in potentially uncomfortable social settings. Me? I’m just..not. I need to be prodded, and then maybe I’ll have a really funny comment or observation, but I’ll probably stutter or make a face or (unintentionally) roll my eyes or lisp or something, because I’m really only good with people I feel comfortable with, or when I’m writing instead of speaking. Basically, I need the other person to take the reins and do all the work in those initial stages, and then I’ll be like, the best friend ever. But The Cool Posse already has their members, and as far as I can tell, they don’t seem to be recruiting.

Yes, I’m sure this awkward loneliness is temporary, and I’ll probably find a friend (maybe?). But for now it’s very frustrating. My desk is a little bit separate from everyone else (across an aisle), but our cubes are all open, so often I feel like a voyeur just observing their jovial camaraderie. I wish life came with a sticker or a merit badge that could just prove that yes, I’m worth getting to know and should be included in the conversation. I’m not just some stage 5 creeper looking wistfully over from the far corner (which, I’m assuming, is part of my problem. I know the first rule of being cool is to act like you really don’t care at all).

I realize how ridiculous this post is. I also assume that if any of my new coworkers were to read this, they would really think I was nuts, and they would also probably say that no one wants to talk to someone who does nothing but obsess over people liking them.

In sort of related news, I started working out during lunch at the company gym! I’m baby stepping in with just 2 days a week and seeing how it goes. I really, really like the trainer (who made me a customized program), especially since she doesn’t seem to think I’m crazy. Not even when I started emailing her bikini pictures of my half-starved and basically emaciated body from 2008 and telling her that was my “goal weight.” Ha!

That mostly solves my lunchtime dilemma. Besides that, I guess I’ll just keep being creepy and watching everyone else have fun. There’s a Christmas party (for just my team, not the whole company) next Monday that I’m sort of dreading. It can either be my way in, or yet another awkward few hours (but this time with no shield of actual work to do). I’m not even sure if there will be alcohol and I don’t want to be “that girl” who asks. The alcohol could also go either way – very well (“Amanda is so fun and charming!”) or very badly (“Why is Amanda trying to breastfeed that lamp?”)

Stay tuned!

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Dec 11

waiting for Molly (a TBT special)

Dec 11

I think I’ve mentioned before that I used to blog anonymously about infertility. Eventually I ended that blog and started BBT with intention of “keeping things light” and not talking about infertility at all.

Ha. Ha. Ha.

Anywayyyyy…the other day I randomly got a new subscriber to my old blog (and person, if you’re reading this, prepare to be disappointed!). Totally weird, since I haven’t posted there since 2011. But it did prompt me to go back and re-read some of my old (fantastically heartbreaking) posts.

I was SO miserable. The sadness seeps out through every word. And while it’s fairly obvious (and probably fairly annoying) that I’m happy a lot of the time now, reading those old posts just reaffirmed how much everything has changed. I can’t believe how different I am these days.

And then I stumbled across this post, and it made me feel all the feels, so I thought I would share it with you here (on Throwback Thursday, of course).

If anyone out there is still waiting for their miracle…you never know. You just never know what’s 3.5 years down the road.

Waiting for Molly

(original post date: May 12th, 2011)

Back before we were married, before we were seriously dating, even before we were officially “a couple” – we named our daughter.

I remember thinking to myself it was strange at the time. Strange that a 20-something man would be so willing to discuss future baby names so soon. Strange that with our opposite taste, we could actually reach an agreement on a name. And eventually, strange that once she had a name, she became real.

I vaguely remember the conversation, and I also remember discussing a slew of names before excitedly discovering that one girls name, out of hundreds, seemed to fit us perfectly. This was not a name simply chosen at random, it was the product of an intensely serious conversation that bordered on argument. After that was settled, we started to offhandedly refer to her in conversation. “I really hope Molly has your hair, mine is too thin”… “I’m pretty sure Molly is going to have your dimples, too”… “If Molly has ADD as bad as you do, I’m going to need some Prozac” …and so on. Without meaning to, or trying to, Molly took on a life of her own before our eyes.

When we broke up, I thought about Molly, or rather, the lack of Molly. Because without the two of us, she could never be. If we had never reunited and I had married someone else, there is no possible way I would have used that name, regardless of how much I love it. Our little girl was just as much his as she was mine, and only the two of us could create her.

As you may imagine, this IF struggle has only added to the urgency of Molly. I cannot explain with words how much I know she is there. I can truly picture her little soul hovering above us, waiting patiently for us to get it right. It’s equally heartbreaking and uplifting to feel her presence every single day. And as impatient and frustrated as I get, I guess it does feel better to know she is there. Even if I never get to meet her in this lifetime (worst case scenario!) I have no doubt I will see her on the other side.

So anyway, the fact that this psychic got it right is eerie. Sure, she had a 50/50 chance, but I have no doubt that I would have discredited her immediately if she had said boy. When I told Hubs the story, he just smiled and said, “That’s our Molly.” Well, of course it is – who else could it be?

Now wouldn’t it be funny if we had a boy first.

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Dec 03

bursting with gratitude

Dec 03

Tell me this happens to all of you, too: you’re in the shower, or preparing dinner, or busy at work, and in your head you compose a post. It’s a great post! Chock full of wit and intrigue! But then, when the time comes to sit down and write it out, the words are just…gone. This has been happening to me a lot lately.

I thought for sure I’d have time to do a Thanksgiving post, especially since this year I am the most thankful person that ever did thank. Also, I worked from home during the snowstorm on Wednesday, and had off Friday. And yet somehow the weekend slipped away from me. Ah, well.

I’ve been thinking a lot about being thankful. I’m still doing a lot of that. I don’t know if any of you follow Scary Mommy, but lately the majority of those posts have been sort of annoying me. It seems like every other post (with a few notable exceptions) is about a mom just counting down the minutes until bedtime, or hiding in the bathroom from her kids, or chugging wine and trying to get out of story time. And yes, I understand that parenting is hard…especially when you have multiple children…and complaining is natural, and normal. And maybe I don’t have the right to say this yet because I’ve only been a parent for a few short months and I only have one child. But where are all the posts filled with joy and gratitude? Where are all the moms rushing home without stopping to pick up creamer first, because one quick trip to the grocery store on a weeknight means 15 minutes fewer with her sweet baby? I know those moms are out there, too. I happen to be one of them.

thankfulSome things in life, even things that I really, really look forward to, are not as good as I imagined. Being a mom? Better. So, so much better. I am grateful in every waking moment. When it’s 5 am and I’m frickin’ exhausted and she won’t stop kicking my boob and babbling at me…when she cries and fusses for absolutely no reason at all…when she (willfully?) grabs my hair and yanks..I smile, and I’m thankful. I’m not doing it for show, or because I don’t feel like I have a right to complain. I am genuinely, truly filled to bursting with appreciation and awe every day of my life. It’s a very strange thing to try to explain. And for someone who has been spoiled and perhaps a bit overindulged (relatively speaking) for most of her life, it’s a wee bit of an adjustment.

Thanksgiving was awesome. Molly had her first taste of food (organic sweet potatoes), and she did very well with them. We’ve tried to give them to her a couple more times but she has a “take it or leave it” kind of attitude about the whole thing. When we’re eating, she looks fascinated, but once we give her a turn she doesn’t seem to care anymore. I’m curious to see what happens when we try something different.

We did Christmas photos on Sunday and I’m dyinnnnnnng to see the proofs (and order cards). I had a little bit of a “new mom fail” at the photo shoot because I only brought a formal outfit, whereas my mom and sister brought PJs for the other kids to change into and those pictures are going to be so adorable. I wish someone had communicated to me that kids require multiple costume changes. How was I supposed to know?!

The new job? Ahhhhh, heaven! I’m already busy with work and my days fly by. The benefits there are incredible – not just infertility coverage, but even their maternity leave is DAMN GOOD. (Unsure if I’m allowed to disclose specifics, so I won’t, but I will say I’m thrilled). They actually have dedicated lactation rooms. With leather couches and high-tech massage chairs. For realz.

I have a billion more things to say but clearly I can’t remember any of them AND I need to go do some more (online) Christmas shopping. I started out saying that I was only going to get Molly one or two things since she’s clueless this year anyway, but so far I’ve already blown that limit out of the water and Eric’s been shopping for her, too. We just can’t help it. We’re too damn excited. And grateful. Incredibly, ridiculously grateful.
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Nov 26

Whole30 observations & ruminations

Nov 26

Please skip this post if you’re sick of hearing about Whole30 details. I promise this isn’t going to turn into a diet & fitness blog. Back to our regularly scheduled Molly-fest next time.

Here I am 30 days later – still alive and kickin’! I survived the Whole30 challenge, and my one huge takeaway, which I hope you’ll find inspiring, is simply this: it’s not as hard as you think it’s going to be. I mean that from the bottom of my heart. A few times I had to stop and think about whether or not I was doing it correctly – that’s how easy it became after I got into the habit. And I think that’s why they insist upon 30 entire days… it really sets you up so that eating Whole30 foods becomes a routine, rather than a novelty. (That said – I only did 27 days. Eric and I went out to dinner on Saturday night and I ordered what I wanted. There may have been a cheese plate and some pretzel bread involved… plus, wine).

Many people have asked me what the point of the Whole30 is, and until I completed one, my answer was always vague. To feel better, yes. To lose weight, yes. To detox and “start over.” But it was only after finishing and adding non-Whole30 food back in to my diet that I really understood the point.

The following is not an exaggeration; this is exactly what happened.

I decided to start my transition “back to reality” in a small way, with the thing I found myself yearning for the most over the past 30 days: coffee with creamer. (This happened Saturday morning, since I knew I’d be breaking the Whole30 that night at dinner). I knew that it would probably taste sweeter than I remembered. But I also figured that my SoDelicious coconut milk creamer (dairy free! Purchased in the pricey health food section of the grocery store!) wasn’t going to cause too much of a reaction.

Wrong.

First, I used to use this creamer in my coffee and then add TWO SPLENDAS, despite the fact that it already has sugar. I knew that was excessive. So for my first run, I opted to use it alone for my first cup of coffee in the morning.

Guys – no lie. One sip and I instantly tasted the chemicals. And they tasted gross! The creamer coated my whole throat and made me cough as I swallowed. As predicted, it was plenty sweet (almost too sweet) – and it only has 4g of sugar per serving, which is much less than other comparable creamers, and wayyyy less than I had been drinking every morning pre-Whole30.

Then, within 5 minutes, I got a mega-headache. It lasted the entire morning, and put me in a foul, grumpy mood. I don’t know if it was the creamer itself causing the pissy mood, or if it was caused by the headache, or the realization that I wasted good money on creamer that clearly had to be thrown in the trash.

This is how Whole30 changes your life. Not the weight loss – no. It wakes you up to the fact that the chemicals you’re eating SHOULD be giving you reactions like the one I experienced with my “healthy” creamer, but your body is so numbed to them that you don’t notice. Frankly, that’s more than a little frightening. All those weeks and months I drank that creamer no problem… what kinds of reactions was I having without even knowing? Now I can pinpoint the culprit easily. And poof! I can get rid of it.

That’s Whole30 in a nutshell. A wake-up call. Because for all the, “But won’t you miss…?” and “Won’t you want…?” I can say, NO. I don’t miss tricking myself into being able to eat disgusting chemicals masked as food because my palate is so clouded that I can’t tell the difference. I like knowing exactly what I’m putting into my body, and subsequently, into my daughter’s body.

Plus, it’s not all bad. I discovered an unrequited love for almond butter. I started to really think about what I was eating. I lost some weight. I was happier in general.

I’m going to break down more Whole30 observations in a (sort of) organized fashion below. I know some people get all crazy with daily recipe breakdowns, but rather than doing that, I’m just going to highlight a few main points, and also make a few food recommendations that worked well for me.

Fail to plan, plan to fail.

This is what I told myself every night as I begrudgingly packed lunches and prepped for the morning at 9 p.m. when all I wanted to do was curl up on the couch and watch Shark Tank. One reason I was able to resist the vending machine like a pro is because I always had a bag stocked with approved snacks. So if I hit a hunger wall at 3 p.m., I always had grapes or sugar snap peas to enjoy. A batch of pumpkin coconut soup cooked on Sunday and divided out into containers meant that I’d have nice little lunch accompaniments all week long. The prep was annoying, but giving healthy foods that grab-n-go convenience was invaluable.

Do a little recipe research.

My first few days were pretty bland, food-wise. I hadn’t gone grocery shopping, so I was just thinking creatively and using the food I already had in the house. Then I found the mother lode of Whole30-approved recipes online (there are literally hundreds on Pinterest) and made my shopping list appropriately. All I can say is, WHOA. Going from just plain ol’ hardboiled eggs for breakfast to this orgasmic Paleo Breakfast Casserole really changes the game.

That said – I’m sorta lazy in the kitchen (especially now with a full-time job and a 5-month-old). So while one day I’d be experimenting with inventive recipes, the next I’d just be throwing diced tomatoes on top of ground beef and calling it dinner. You really have to decide how important it is for you to have a lively culinary experience. I guess what I’m getting at is that the recipes exist, and you can make this diet exciting and adventurous, OR you can go simple and just have a few go-to food items that are easy to prepare. I did a combination of both. My biggest success was with things that I made in large batches and dished out all week for various meals. In those cases, at least the time spent in the kitchen was worth it.

Breastfeeding? Yeah, good luck with that.

There have been numerous debates and there is plenty of conflicting data on the subject, but all I can really speak to with 100% confidence is my own experience: doing the Whole30 decreased my milk supply. Noticeably. There are some who claim it goes down and then goes back up, but yeah, for me that never happened. It went down… down… down, and no amount of fenugreek and blessed thistle was going to save it. Since I have dabbled in gluten-free living before starting this thing, I can tell you that my body wants grain to produce milk. I am of the firm belief that human beings as a whole do not need grains to have a healthful diet. BUT, apparently, nursing mamas do need them to make the milk. I notice a huge difference in milk production when I’m eating oats/grains as opposed to when I’m not. That’s just a fact.

However, I knew that we’d have to start supplementing with formula eventually anyway, and frankly I’m surprised we lasted 5 whole months without doing it. Whole30 is a big culprit when it comes to robbing me of my milk, but obviously the biggest hit came from going back to work. The pump is not as efficient as the baby. I’m emptying less often. I cut out the grains in my diet. All of these things coupled together have led to supplementation. It made me a little sad… but, again, I knew it was inevitable. I will still continue to breastfeed for the next 7 months as much as I’m able, and hopefully will be able to supplement very little. Since I’ve been eating bread these past couple days, the milk runneth over.

Every day gets easier.

Like I said, those first few days were the hardest, and mostly because of caffeine withdrawal. Did I want to mindlessly snack on a few fun-sized Snickers during Trick-or-Treat? Well, yeah, of course I did. But I didn’t go to bed that night feeling deprived. Actually, I rarely felt deprived. The food I was eating was so good that I didn’t miss the crap. I went to a birthday party and skipped the cake no problem (even though it smelled amazing). I am the sort of person who likes vegetables, yes. But I also love chocolate, and somehow, I was just OK without it.

Find your own (Whole30 approved) everyday indulgences.

I’ll tell you mine: Twinings Cold Brewed Iced Tea in Mixed Berry and Ambrosia apples with almond butter. Eating/drinking these things made me so happy, and they’re both approved! I knew the things I would miss most in my diet were flavored water and dessert after a meal. The cold-brewed iced tea was easy to make at work because it required no boiling water or ice cubes, and the understated (natural) berry taste is downright decadent. I seriously checked the label 100 times to confirm it didn’t secretly have sugar. It’s THAT GOOD.

Next – I’m the type of person who likes to have a little something sweet after lunch and dinner. While pregnant, that meant huge bowls of ice cream… hence the 60 lb. weight gain. Now it means Ambrosia apples, my current obsession. I am a super apple snob and only like certain varieties. I HATE when they’re all tart and mealy inside. I like sweet, crisp, juicy – hello, Ambrosia. Plus…almond butter… my expensive and delectable mistress.

Foods to live on

The following are the things I kept buying over and over again throughout the duration:

Twinings Cold Brewed Iced Tea

It’s not easy to find (I’ve checked 4 local grocery stores, no dice. They only sell it at Shop Rite, and the closest one to me is in NJ, so I just stock up when I go).

Sweet potatoes

It’s hilarious the reactions I got on this one. Most mornings I would have a sweet potato and hard-boiled egg for breakfast. Upon seeing my potato come out of the microwave, any coworker standing nearby would exclaim, “Ooh! Sweet potato!” People tend to only think about these for Thanksgiving, but they are actually really good for you and should be eaten way more frequently than that. Baked in the oven, diced and roasted with ghee and cinnamon, chopped and added to your egg casserole, sliced and wrapped in bacon… the options are endless. I’ve fallen hopelessly in love with the noble sweet potato.

Justin’s Almond Butter

Sigh, the curse of good taste. I tried almond butter a long time ago because it seems like one of those health foods that I “should” like. I didn’t like it. Fast-forward to now and I decided to give it another go. Well… I don’t know what was wrong with me before, but now I am obsessed with almond butter. I have a friend who says she goes through two jars a week, and at one time I would have called that crazy… now I can relate to her struggle. It’s not cheap. But it’s sooooooo gooooooooood. On apples… on faux-banana ice cream… or eaten by the spoonful. Yum, yum, yum.

Canned chicken

Sounds weird, tastes great. I can’t speak to any other brand besides the one they sell at Sam’s Club, but it’s moist and delicious. It has the consistency of tuna (but not the mercury) and goes great with mixed veggies, or can be just eaten alone mixed with Paleo mayonnaise. I’m sure I could cook and shred chicken breasts myself… but I’m lazy, remember? This stuff is just so simple. And if you’re feeling really super lazy and you don’t even feel like making the Paleo mayo, you could just mix it with mustard and top with salt and pepper.

Steam-in-the-bag mixed vegetables

Again – lazy, lazy, lazy. I have a beautiful vegetable steamer from Pampered Chef but sometimes I don’t even feel like dirtying and washing that. Steam in the bag vegetables? Problem solved. Plus, the mix that I buy (also from Sam’s Club) has yellow carrots. I’ve never seen a yellow carrot. But they are damn good. Mix this with canned chicken and you have a filling, delicious lunch.

Seriously, stop weighing yourself…

After my initial rapid 6 lb. drop, I hit a wall. So I was kind of beating myself up over it, and I had to regroup and refocus. That scale was not accurately representing how I felt physically. I felt lighter, less bloated, and more in control in general. Daily weigh-ins do not necessarily reflect the changes going on in your body. There’s a reason that “no weighing yourself” is part of the rules. I just had to learn it for myself.

In the end, I lost 11 lbs. total over 27 days. So I’m down 39 lbs from the day Miss Molly was born. Sounds like a lot… but I still have a long way to go. At least now I have a plan.

…but also, don’t eat like a pig.

And in a similar vein, don’t overeat just because you’re eating good foods. Unless you’re training for a triathlon, you don’t need 3,000 calories per day, even if it’s all “good food.” The founders of the program like to say, “Count chemicals, not calories,” and to some extent I agree with that. But at the same time, if you want to lose weight, it starts in the kitchen. The beauty of this diet is that you’re able to distinguish actual hunger from comfort eating/plain old cravings so much more easily than you can when you’re stuck on the sugar rollercoaster.

My biggest problem is “habit eating” – I always have breakfast right when I get to work, 10 am snack, lunch at 12:30, and then another snack later in the afternoon, followed by dinner at 7. I find myself reaching for the morning snack even on days when breakfast was enough to satisfy me until lunchtime.

That’s why I always eat less on the weekends – I’m not stuck in that routine. So I think the major opportunity here is to figure out the “WHY” of eating – are you snacking because you’re hungry, because it tastes good, because it’s there, or because of a schedule? Once you can cut out everything besides the, “I’m really hungry and need food to fuel my body,” you’ll be on a path to success. (Easier said than done, obviously, but I promise this eating plan really does help).

I didn’t cheat…well, not really.

Remember how I mentioned that Paleo baked goods containing approved ingredients aren’t allowed because they still gave your brain a sugar rush? Well, about halfway through the challenge I read about this miracle invention of frozen bananas + berries + spin, spin, spin in the blender, and magically it spits out a substance that tastes identical to soft serve ice cream. Reading that… I had to try it, right?! No other ingredients. Just two. And let me tell you, the recipe did not disappoint! I knew that this was a classic case of SWYPO (that’s sex with your pants on), so I didn’t eat it often. But I did eat it sometimes. And it was worth it.

Worth it because yum, and worth it because I saw a correlation between the bananas at night and more milk in the morning. Every night I had my ‘nana faux soft serve, I woke up the next morning nice and engorged. I don’t know if it was the carbs or what, but I do know that more milk = happy mama and baby.

You may surprise yourself.

When I started this, I did it because it had a distinct end date. I figured I could just look forward to going back to a (slightly) modified version of how I’d been eating before once I was done. Well, now I’m singing a different tune. I want to keep going! Especially after that drama with the creamer.

Hopefully these observations are helpful. Some of you mentioned after my last post on the subject that you were considering doing the Whole30. If you’re on the fence…I urge you to just do it! Overall, the experience was definitely beneficial, and I am planning to continue eating this way (for the most part) for the foreseeable future. I can definitely see myself doing another Whole30 before springtime, and maybe some Whole9 refreshers even before then.

Also – if you ever need encouragement, tips, or advice, I’m just an email away. As you can see, I love talking about it. Probably too much. But now, I swear, I’ll finally shut up about the wonders of Whole30.

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Nov 18

#microblog monday

Nov 18

Lots of people ask me, “What’s the best thing about being a mommy?” (I’m not just saying that. I’ve been asked this multiple times). I never know how to answer, so I usually just smile and say, “Everything!” and we all have a laugh.

The truth is, it’s hard to put into words. There’s something that Erika said on her blog recently about motherhood that’s been stuck in my head ever since. She said that ever since becoming a mom, “Every day is the best day of my life.”

So simple. Yet, it fits perfectly. Ever since having Molly, no matter what’s going on, I just have to sit back and marvel. Because every day is just that – it’s the best day of my life.

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Nov 12

onward and upward!

Nov 12

Goodbye cigars, hello organic bean sprouts!

I’m beyond pleased to announce that after nearly a month of phone calls, interviews, writing tests, freelancing, and waiting on pins and needles, I’ve been offered (and have ecstatically accepted!) a new position.

Not just any position… a full-time with benefits position at my dream company. The company I’ve been applying to every few months for the past five years. (That’s no exaggeration.)

It’s at a place called Rodale. It’s a massive publishing company, and if you’ve never heard of them, I’m sure you’ve heard of some of their titles: they’re the folks who publish magazines such as Men’s Health, Women’s Health, Runner’s World, Bicycling, Prevention, and more. They’ve also published popular books such as An Inconvenient Truth and Eat This, Not That.

So you can see why, as a writer, the place is like the Promised Land to me. In the past I’d been applying to editorial roles and never got so much as an email back. A friend of mine (another writer/editor) and I jokingly began referring to Rodale as “the iron fortress,” because it seemed all but impossible to get in, at least in any kind of writing capacity. A current Rodale employee friend-of-a-friend looked at my resume and explained that I wasn’t getting callbacks because my work experience was “too commercial.” So when they posted an opening for an e-commerce copywriter, I’ll admit my hopes were up a little higher than they were the 497 times I had applied before. For the past 4.5 years, I’ve been writing product copy like nobody’s business. And you know what? I’m actually good at it.

The position is with their e-commerce site rodales.com, which was just launched last year. All of the items are carefully selected, and they only choose products that are responsibly sourced. If it’s clothing, it’s most likely organic cotton. If it’s imported, they guarantee the workers received fair wages. So in other words, I can feel good about all the things I’ll be writing about. Gives you the warm fuzzies, doesn’t it?

Bonus: they happen to be headquartered in Emmaus, PA, a mere 35 minute drive from my house. AND, super bonus, my neighbor across the street works there, so we can carpool and save some serious cash on gas.

The Rodale campus has a running trail, a gym with free fitness classes and discounted personal trainers for employees, a café with organic produce sourced from their own farm, and… wait for it… a daycare on premises.

Of course, the daycare thing is awesome (since I get an hour for lunch and can walk over to play with Molly! How amazing is that?!!). But, it’s a really good daycare, and it’s also open to the public. Hence…there’s a waiting list. I left a message to find out more details and I haven’t gotten a call back yet. It’s all right, I’m not in a huge hurry. The whole concept is bittersweet anyway, since I love that she goes to my sister and is bonding so much with her cousins. Even when Molly “gets in,” we plan to split the time between Aunt Ashley and daycare so that she gets the best of both worlds.

WAIT A MINUTE, I didn’t even tell you the best part yet. Are you ready for this? Are ya? Are ya?

I took a peek at their healthcare handbook, and lo and behold…they have infertility coverage. That is unheard of in Pennsylvania. And considering we’ll be trying for #2 sometime next year (with our frozen embies) and an embryo transfer is $2,600 minimum… this is AMAZING news.

It’s always tough to say goodbye. Over the past 15 months, I’ve really come to appreciate cigars more than I ever thought I would, and the people I work with are awesome. BUT, they work long hours in cigarworld, and now that I have the baby, getting home at 6 or later sucks (especially on the nights she decides her bedtime is 7:00 sharp). Working nine and a half hour days is something I just won’t miss. I also won’t miss my clothes and hair smelling like smoke all the time. But the people, yes, I will miss them.

So, onward. To the next stage of my life and career, a place where hopefully I can plant some roots and stay for a long, long time. 2014 has really been the best year ever.

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Nov 02

sayonara, sugar

Nov 02

I was planning to wait to do a Whole30 recap until I was further along… first, because it would give me more legitimacy to my claims, and second, because I wasn’t 100% confident that I could stick with it for the prescribed 30 days. However, I’m now six days in and so excited that I can’t shut up about it! Please skip this post if that sounds obnoxious to you, haha. But if you want to hear about the best decision I’ve made in a long time…please, read on.

Whole30. It’s a fad these days, and if you haven’t heard about it, here’s the skinny: It’s basically a 30 day detox/reset. For 30 days, you commit to omit grains/gluten/oats, dairy, legumes, and sugar, including natural sugar and zero calorie sugar (stevia, honey, maple syrup, splenda, raw sugar, cane sugar…ALL of it), and processed foods/chemicals/additives/scary, unpronounceable ingredients of any kind from your diet.

So what can you eat? Meat (preferably grass-fed, organic, and sourced from your local butcher, of course), fish, all vegetables besides legumes. Eggs. Fruit. Nuts (but not peanuts). Potatoes (sweet and white). Butter, but only ghee (still haven’t figured out what that is or where to get it). Coconut oil/milk/flakes/chunks/any form. These Paleo people loooove their coconut.

It’s pretty simple. And while some Paleo baked goods are technically allowed on this program (most use dates as a sweetener, and you are allowed to have dates), the creators of Whole 30 have chosen to forbid them. They call these treats “sex with your pants on” (SWYPO). They say the even though you’re adhering the guidelines, your brain is still receiving the sugar signal, and that screws up the whole process. Same goes for fruit smoothies and apple cider and juice in general. It’s a sugar detox…so sending your brain sugar-overload signals defeats the purpose.

Of course my biggest motivation behind doing this is weight loss (though that’s not the intention of the program). I’ve been mostly Paleo for a couple months now, but I was never above having a cheat day. Or a cheat weekend…that started on a Friday. I think my problem was that there was ALWAYS an excuse to cheat (going to my parent’s house is completely impossible. They literally have a room full of snacks. A snack room. So…much…candyyyy…). So I needed something like this that I could commit to for a length of time, rather than a vague lifestyle change that I could easily find an excuse to cheat on. The authors of Whole30 are very clear on that point – it’s only 30 days. Pick 30 days that you know you can commit to doing, and DON’T CHEAT. In fact, if you cheat, you have to go back to Day 1. My sister, a.k.a. diet buddy, and I started on Monday, and we’ll finish two days before Thanksgiving (11/25). That’s our commitment.

Here’s a little motivational excerpt from their website. I love this (and because of it, I made it through Halloween with ZERO pieces of candy):

source.

source.

Now I’ll dazzle you with this small piece of information: in 6 days, I’ve lost 6 pounds, and I’m NEVER hungry. Ha, I sound like an infomercial. I swear, no one is paying me to say this. I’m actually breaking the rules by weighing myself at all. And I can guarantee that most of that weight was bloat, especially considering that the day before I started I ate like I was going into hibernation (fried chicken, mac and cheese, milkshakes, etc.). So my numbers may be a bit… shall we say…skewed. But nevertheless, facts are facts. On Monday morning I was 6 pounds heavier than I am today. And that’s after losing 15 pounds over the past 2 months during my family’s Biggest Loser competition (and taking home first place). BOOM.

The first two days were ridiculously hard, but not for the reasons you might think. I wasn’t craving cookies and candy and French fries and baguettes. No. I was going through caffeine withdrawal in a BIG way, and I spent those first 48 hours fighting against the extraordinary temptation to give in and have a cup pot of coffee.

You can have coffee on the Whole30…black coffee. And tried as I might to drink it, I just couldn’t. So coffee was replaced with tea, and any hardcore, 2 cup a day minimum coffee drinker such as myself knows – tea just ain’t the same thing. That has been the hardest adjustment by far. But I’m pleased to report that the caffeine withdrawal headache was gone by day 3. And then I made a life-changing discovery – a combination of coconut milk, pumpkin puree, pumpkin pie spice, and cinnamon + a quick spin in the Magic Bullet and voila! Drinkable coffee. I was practically crying tears of happiness this morning when I figured it out.

I’m just in total shock over the no hunger thing. I am literally never hungry. I am fully satisfied, and I never eat for pleasure (because, how pleasurable is pork loin and broccoli?). This program forces you to use food as fuel, not as comfort. I know these are all clichés that people have been throwing around for years, but wow…experiencing it firsthand is just crazy.

Another hard thing for me is drinking water. I hate plain water. It’s boring. When I force myself to just drink water, I end up not drinking as much as I should, because I can’t stand the blandness. My quick solution to this? Unsweetened iced tea. Slightly annoying to brew all the time, especially considering how much I drink, but surely it’s better for me than the chemical-laden Crystal Light squeeze bottles I’ve been using to liven up my water for months now.

So that’s it, that’s my spiel. Hopefully on November 25th I’ll be even more impressed with the results. I’m really amazed (and slightly frightened) by the grip that sugar had on me. The constant cravings, the roller-coaster of binging and snacking all day and never feeling satisfied… it’s gone now, and what’s even crazier is how quickly my body adjusted to this new way of eating. After one day of no sugar I felt great – better than ever. Resisting all the Halloween candy was easier than I thought. And now I KNOW I can do this.

More updates to follow…

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Oct 21

pumpkin picking & very important questions

Oct 21

Despite the amount of anticipation leading up to the event, not much went down at the pumpkin patch. It wasn’t very cold (mid-50s) but it was windy. Very windy. And while normally Molly loves being outside, she is not a fan of wind.

"Not amused, mom."

“Not amused, mom.”

IMG_3260My sister and I both decided that pumpkin patches sound better in theory then they do in practice. Or maybe I’m just saying this because it was so dang windy. But all in all, it went ok. Obviously, she looked adorable. We picked out a little pumpkin for her. We took a bajillion photos. Eric and I also bought a gallon of homemade apple cider and have plans to make a warm bourbon/cinnamon/cider drink to enjoy while carving the pumpkins. It’s nice – usually I just buy a pumpkin, plop it on the front porch, and throw it away when it starts rotting in mid-November. But this year, we’re actually going to put in the effort to carve it. Apparently having Molly has inspired us to do cute and crafty family activities (not gonna lie – spiked apple cider is also part of the incentive).

Saturday we had a wedding to attend and left Molly with my parents for the evening. Apparently (and of course my mom only told me this later) she was inconsolable after figuring out that we had left her there. My mom didn’t want to bug us, so she called my sister to see how to calm Molly down. I have noticed that she’s been clingier than usual lately and doesn’t really like when people who she doesn’t know hold her (and she sees my mom once a week at least, so it’s not even like they’re strangers). She’ll tolerate it, but she keeps her eyes on me. It makes me feel special to be needed…but I’d also like to be able to leave her with babysitters when I need to. Everyone says it’s just a phase. Hopefully that’s true.

And thankfully she considers Ashley her second mommy, so dropping her off there every morning is no problem. I’m not even jealous of their bond anymore… I’m just relieved that she’s not crying and reaching for me when I leave. I couldn’t deal with that kind of heartbreak on a daily basis. I was a little worried this morning because she was watching me warily as I put on my coat (Yes, she was literally eyeing me up and definitely knew I was getting ready to leave…and she’s not even four months old. Child prodigy, ha). But Ash said she was fine. Apparently Aunt Ashley is an acceptable substitute for mommy.

Ok, now on to my crazy idea/question: have any of you ever considered a blog meet-up?

I don’t know…it’s just, I’ve been following along with your lives for several years now. I’ve laughed with you and cried with you. I’ve celebrated your joys and mourned your losses. I talk about each and every one of you as if we’re friends IRL (and still, my husband is always like, “Who?!!”).

So it just led me to the idea of doing a meet-up. Before I think about it too deeply, I guess I’m just wondering if there’s any interest. And I do realize it’s probably a lot to ask people, to use precious vacation time on relative strangers.

But then I think… couldn’t it just be awesome?

Obviously the big question is, WHERE? And for that, I turn to you. As much as I would love to have a big bloggy sleepover at my house, I simply don’t have the space for it. Plus Pennsylvania is a pretty lame state in general. I would be using this as an excuse for a little vacation, I’m assuming, so I’d like to pick somewhere cool. I mean, if one of you has a beach mansion off the Florida Keys, now is the time to say so!

Then I was thinking, do these already exist and maybe I just don’t know about them? I’m not really looking for networking or blog exposure or anything sales-y like that. More just fun times in a new place (maybe a festival? Wine festival?) and putting names to faces.

So I ask you – is this crazy? Or can we maybe, feasibly do this? I know many of you who live close to each other have already done something similar, so I’d love to hear your take on whether something like this is worth it or not.

So – worth it? No? Where? When? How? Or is it just too weird? Either way, it’s fun being friends online. I won’t be offended if you think it’s lame.

This is officially the most interrogative post I’ve ever written. Sorry?

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Filed Under: miscellany, monthly updates, parenting mishaps, the little things Tagged: blog meet up, pumpkin patch

Oct 10

“not to 50!”

Oct 10

Hi there.

I think last time I mentioned how I “cured” my abysmal milk production problem that started once I went back to work. Alas, that cure was short-lived.

My milk definitely increased…for a little while. Then it started decreasing again slowwwwwly until we were right back to where we started. My sister had to start dipping into my (depleting) frozen supply once again. As of today I’m down to 5 ounces frozen…total. Because apparently I like to live on the edge.

I stress out about this daily (obviously). Because in the absence of real, serious problems I like to create my own. Not that diminishing supply isn’t a problem. But in the grand scheme of things, supplementing with formula is JUST FINE. She will be fine. I will be fine. It will be more expensive than free, but I’m fairly confident we can work it into the budget.

Anyway. My insurance covers 6 visits with the lactation consultant, and even though I feel pretty confident in that area now, I actually like her as a person and I did want her to check out Molly’s new, nipple-shield-free latch (YES! After 3 months, I finally got her off of the damn shield!!). During her visit, I mentioned my decreasing milk issue. She convinced me to rent her hospital-grade pump for the week, just to see if it made a difference.

Oh. My. God.

I used the pump in the hospital when she was born, but it was NOTHING like this beast. It feels like my boobs are being ripped off my chest, nipple first. I hope that sounds painful. It is SO painful.

this thing ain't messing around

this thing ain’t messing around

Oh, and the best part? I practically have it on the lowest setting. Every time I use it I’m reminded of that scene in The Princess Bride (and honestly, if you’ve never seen that movie, I don’t think we can be friends. I could literally recite it line by line) when Prince Humperdinck jacks up the pain wheel on the life-sucking torture device and Count Rogen screams, “NOT TO 50!” That’s what it feels like. I can’t imagine pumping on full power. I’d probably need Miracle Max to revive me.

I guess I’m getting more milk. The verdict’s still out on whether I’m getting more volume, or if I’m just getting it faster. I definitely feel more deflated than ever before when I’m done, so I guess it’s working. I’ve gone from 9.5/10 ounces average to a good 11/12 (plus I add on a torture pump session every night to have a little extra).

Also on the advice of my lactation consultant, I ordered Mother’s Milk Special Blend in liquid form. The reviews say it “tastes like death” and I should just “hold my nose and chug it in a glass of OJ.” GREAT! Can’t wait. Remind me again who describes breastfeeding as blissful?

I woke up Sunday morning more engorged than I’ve been in weeks, and I think I know why. Saturday night I went to a party and had a couple beers. So apparently I need to drink more (beer, at least).

What else, what else? We’ve got our big pumpkin patch visit planned for next weekend. Like so many others, I’ve been dreaming of taking my child to the pumpkin patch for what feels like forever. I go every year with my little brother and sister, and I try not to feel bitter and wistful (but I do). Last year I was newly pregnant and terrified. This year I’ll have my daughter in tow. It’s surreal. I cannot wait.

Molly is doing wonderfully. She’s just now starting to need more stimulation and shows signs of boredom when she’s just left to sit around (which isn’t too often). She loves her kicky chair, especially when it lights up and plays music. She is starting to sort of hold her toys and realize she’s holding them. I wouldn’t say she “plays with toys,” but the other morning I walked in and caught her staring at Sophie while gripping tightly to her long giraffe neck.

"Whatcha lookin' at, buddy?"

“Whatcha lookin’ at, buddy?”

She has rolled over a few times now, and her neck strength is impressive. One thing she’s good at is stiffening her body from head to toe. Usually she does this when she’s annoyed, but sometimes she just does it… as Eric says, she’ll be good at planking one day.

She really loves being at Aunt Ashley’s house, I can tell. She loooooves her cousin Addi (3), and is a bit fearful of but still appreciates her cousin Avery (18 months). Of course she loves Aunt Ashley, who mollycoddles her (HA!) just as much or perhaps more than mommy does. Sometimes I get jealous of all the time she gets to spend with her, but mostly I just feel relieved knowing that she’s being showered with attention for every moment of the day.

And that’s what’s going on with us.

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Sep 24

wordless wednesday: Molly’s 3 month photo session

Sep 24

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