4 Weeks Pregnant
Well you guys, as you know, I am preggo (again). One thing I was really bad at with my last pregnancy was documenting how I was feeling along the way, and I really I wish I had those memories written down now...so I'm going to try and be better at it this time around!
My plan was to write one each week, however apparently I only got this one done about 9 weeks ago...woops. Anyway, here it is!
Oh my goodness. I AM PREGNANT. AGAIN. It is such a bizarre feeling, it really is. Strangely enough, it actually feels MORE surreal than when I found out I was pregnant the first time round. I know that seems odd, but it's true. It's definitely a nice change to be outright happy at seeing a positive pregnancy test, as opposed to terrified, that's for certain...although there is certainly some terror in knowing that I will be in zombie mode with a newborn and a crazy toddler in a few months. The fear is real you guys. There is no worse torture than sleep deprivation....but I am praying that this baby will be somewhat like their older brother and settle into a reasonably manageable sleep routine after those first tough weeks.
So, over Christmas, I had been feeling exhausted, super emotional, slightly queasy...did I mention super emotional!? Then of course good ol' Aunty Flo never showed up the day she was meant to, so I took a Clearblue Plus test the next morning. Sure enough, there she was, a blue plus sign in the window. Colm was still in bed and I had promised myself that I would surprise him with our next pregnancy...but being the impatient 4 year old that I am, I jumped on to the bed, woke him up and told him "I'm pregnant!" To which he replied, "oh...that's lovely sweets...well done!" Thanks love.
I wanted to tell everyone right away 'cause that's just who I am, but reason argued with me and we decided that because everyone else knew RIGHT AWAY last time, we wanted to keep it to ourselves for a while this time around. I've been doing a DIY check on hCG levels every other day, because I'm kind of paranoid about miscarriage. I know that it is completely out of my control and not something that I can prevent happening...it's for my own comfort really. Luckily, the test line is steadily getting darker. Yay!
I have had my first GP appointment where they confirmed the pregnancy and got me into the system for my first dating scan at about 12 weeks.
As for pregnancy symptoms, my boobs have been sore since around Christmas (and I mean, I can't touch them they are so sore) I have morning sickness throughout the day but only when my stomach is empty, and I am so, SO tired. My first pregnancy I could just nap whenever I needed to. This time round, I have a crazy plum to chase around all day and all I want to do is lie down on the ground and sleep where I'm standing.
Also, um...I happen to be showing, like, right away this time. My doctor says it's normal and down to being my second pregnancy and being small framed, but....I look about 16 weeks pregnant. To clarify: I am 4 weeks pregnant. UGH.
Despite that, I am so so happy to be pregnant. I feel incredibly, incredibly lucky and blessed that we got pregnant in such a short period of trying. Infertility is a very real and very heart breaking struggle that 1 in 4 couples have to deal with...1 in 4!! And if you are one of those couples, my heart and prayers go out to you throughout your trial.
Ok you guys...thank you for reading!! Catch up next week where I will be only be a little bit more pregnant, but way, way more fat probably. x
Here we go again...
Baby Cronin #2 is due this September! We are beyond excited, and moderately terrified of having a toddler and a newborn. But mostly excited.
When I got pregnant I was super motivated to do loads of bump pictures each week and document how I was feeling etc. I got ONE post done, lol. One. Nausea and exhaustion hit, that on top of running around after a toddler and trying to keep the house in working order (mostly failed at the last one I'll be honest) meant I just got nothing done blog wise. I will be honest - I was lucky if I had the energy to shower more than 3 times a week (gross, yes, but true) let alone blog...so I am really sorry for that! However you have my 4 week bump post following this one, and then I'll start again now that I'm almost out of the first trimester and slowly (very...very slowly) getting my energy back.
I'm currently 13 weeks along. I am as a big as I was when I was 24 weeks along with Eli, which is depressing...but they do say you're bigger second time around! My nausea subsided around 9 weeks, thank goodness...but I am just so much more tired this time. Like, all energy completely drained out of me by this little nugget. Totally sapped. It takes all my willpower to cook dinner most days, but luckily Colm has been pretty amazing by taking over a lot of the cooking and dishwashing, which gives me time to get a wee nap on the couch here and there! Ooh I do love those naps.
We have no idea of the gender - Colm is convinced it's a boy, I'm convinced it's a girl just because the pregnancy has been so different to my first - but I thought Eli was a girl too and I was somewhat off there. Either way I'll be delighted, brothers would be so cute, and a girl would just be amazing because then we'd have one of each. Either or, I can't wait to meet this squish!
Prague
Last September, my fabuliss little sister moved to Prague for a study abroad programme. So, of course I've been dying to visit her ever since (em, free accommodation, yes please, thank you). I had been hmming and hawing for ages about booking flights, because I'm a bit of a saver and wanted to wait until really good prices came up...but they never did. It took much persuasion from my mother and my husband to just stop being so feckin' stingy and book the flights to go see my sister.
I had also been in Paris last summer for four nights. WITHOUT Wee Plum. That was the first time I have ever been away from him for longer than 24 hours, and to be honest it was too much. I swore I wouldn't do it again until he was older, so when I decided to go to Prague, I decided to take the Plum with me. I kind of figured, "sure, it'll be a breeze, he can walk around and all that by himself these days."
Ha.
More like, run away from me at lightening speed, laughing hysterically, shouting "No! NOOHH" as I cry internally while carrying a billion bags of hand luggage, in a crowded noisy airport. It's ok though, I eventually decided to put him on a leash. Literally. I have no regrets.
Once himself was literally on a leash, it made things slightly easier in terms of folding up buggies and maneuvering hand luggage etc. Thennnn came the actual plane journey, which consisted of my son repeatedly trying to kick the woman's seat in front of us, until I eventually had to stick his little chicken legs inbetween my knees and clamp for all that I was worth; as well as standing up in the aisle bouncing him up and down to get him to sleep. So, all in all, the plane journey over was slightly horrific, but once we got there, all was well, and Eli loved it....he specifically loved the amount of pigeons, and how close they let him get to them.
Prague is just beautiful. I had been there about 15 years previously with my family but didn't remember much. This time round, it was freezing, but beautiful. It snowed our first morning there which made it even more magical...the cafes provided sheepskin blankets and heaters, which I loved. The city has enough history and culture to keep anybody entertained, and to be honest, I didn't even get to see everything I had wanted to. The most impressive thing by far for me was St. Vitus Cathedral. It was literally breathtaking. I just...I wish I could put it into words, but honestly I wouldn't do it justice.
The Astronomical Clock was also a favourite. If I hadn't had Eli with me I would've waited around to see it chime, but honestly it was FREEZING and I knew he was gonna wake up shortly and be hungry. It was installed in 1410 and STILL WORKS. There's an astronomical dial representing the position of the sun and moon in the sky, "The Walk of the Apostles" which is an hourly clockwork show of the 12 apostles, and a calendar dial representing the months. Apparently if the clock is neglected, local legend says that the "town will suffer." Which I guess explains why it's lasted over 600 years!
Food was a little expensive, and not a lot of it was to my taste (think a lot of salt, a lot of dairy, and a lot of pork) but there are a few cafes etc across the river that you can get a decent meal for nothing. Luckily between my sister and my old friend Xoana (who is now working in Prague) they both knew all the local places that had good food and decent prices, so I didn't get ripped off tooo much.
It was so lovely to see my little sis and catch up after not seeing each other for a few months. I am definitely looking forward to when she comes home (cue christmas movies and cocoa in PJ's, woo!).
Now, after ragging on him a little at the beginning of the post, I have to give major props to my little man for being an absolute dream on the way home. Pretty much 100% of the time, it's not him that's making things difficult for me on purpose - it's me having unrealistic expectations of a 19 month old infant. And in those moments where I have those unrealistic expectations and get frustrated, I get so, SO annoyed about the fact that my life isn't simple and straightforward at that time. Yes, I know - that's selfish and short sighted thinking. 100%. But luckily, every time that happens and I mentally start yelling at God for not answering my prayers (yes, that is something I know I probably shouldn't do, but I do, frequently...) there He goes and answers them and shows me the same grace I should be extending to my own son. Cue Eli falling straight asleep on the plane journey home, sitting silently on the 2.5 hour bus journey to Limerick, just looking out the window and turning around to give me a spontaneous slobbery kiss every few minutes. Oh I just feel rotten in those moments. He is in fact such an incredibly easy baby. Sometimes I just forget how very lucky I am, and it takes those moments to remind me.
I just thought I would share that, in case there are any other mammies who, like myself, have moments when they feel like everything that could possibly go wrong for them is in fact happening, and, in turn, start crying in front of 100 strangers like a lunatic. Ughhh. It happens to the best of us, ladies, I promise.
And, on that note, I will leave ye with a few pictures of our trip. Prague, you were wonderful...thank you for having us!
I had also been in Paris last summer for four nights. WITHOUT Wee Plum. That was the first time I have ever been away from him for longer than 24 hours, and to be honest it was too much. I swore I wouldn't do it again until he was older, so when I decided to go to Prague, I decided to take the Plum with me. I kind of figured, "sure, it'll be a breeze, he can walk around and all that by himself these days."
Ha.
More like, run away from me at lightening speed, laughing hysterically, shouting "No! NOOHH" as I cry internally while carrying a billion bags of hand luggage, in a crowded noisy airport. It's ok though, I eventually decided to put him on a leash. Literally. I have no regrets.
Once himself was literally on a leash, it made things slightly easier in terms of folding up buggies and maneuvering hand luggage etc. Thennnn came the actual plane journey, which consisted of my son repeatedly trying to kick the woman's seat in front of us, until I eventually had to stick his little chicken legs inbetween my knees and clamp for all that I was worth; as well as standing up in the aisle bouncing him up and down to get him to sleep. So, all in all, the plane journey over was slightly horrific, but once we got there, all was well, and Eli loved it....he specifically loved the amount of pigeons, and how close they let him get to them.
Prague is just beautiful. I had been there about 15 years previously with my family but didn't remember much. This time round, it was freezing, but beautiful. It snowed our first morning there which made it even more magical...the cafes provided sheepskin blankets and heaters, which I loved. The city has enough history and culture to keep anybody entertained, and to be honest, I didn't even get to see everything I had wanted to. The most impressive thing by far for me was St. Vitus Cathedral. It was literally breathtaking. I just...I wish I could put it into words, but honestly I wouldn't do it justice.
The Astronomical Clock was also a favourite. If I hadn't had Eli with me I would've waited around to see it chime, but honestly it was FREEZING and I knew he was gonna wake up shortly and be hungry. It was installed in 1410 and STILL WORKS. There's an astronomical dial representing the position of the sun and moon in the sky, "The Walk of the Apostles" which is an hourly clockwork show of the 12 apostles, and a calendar dial representing the months. Apparently if the clock is neglected, local legend says that the "town will suffer." Which I guess explains why it's lasted over 600 years!
Food was a little expensive, and not a lot of it was to my taste (think a lot of salt, a lot of dairy, and a lot of pork) but there are a few cafes etc across the river that you can get a decent meal for nothing. Luckily between my sister and my old friend Xoana (who is now working in Prague) they both knew all the local places that had good food and decent prices, so I didn't get ripped off tooo much.
It was so lovely to see my little sis and catch up after not seeing each other for a few months. I am definitely looking forward to when she comes home (cue christmas movies and cocoa in PJ's, woo!).
Now, after ragging on him a little at the beginning of the post, I have to give major props to my little man for being an absolute dream on the way home. Pretty much 100% of the time, it's not him that's making things difficult for me on purpose - it's me having unrealistic expectations of a 19 month old infant. And in those moments where I have those unrealistic expectations and get frustrated, I get so, SO annoyed about the fact that my life isn't simple and straightforward at that time. Yes, I know - that's selfish and short sighted thinking. 100%. But luckily, every time that happens and I mentally start yelling at God for not answering my prayers (yes, that is something I know I probably shouldn't do, but I do, frequently...) there He goes and answers them and shows me the same grace I should be extending to my own son. Cue Eli falling straight asleep on the plane journey home, sitting silently on the 2.5 hour bus journey to Limerick, just looking out the window and turning around to give me a spontaneous slobbery kiss every few minutes. Oh I just feel rotten in those moments. He is in fact such an incredibly easy baby. Sometimes I just forget how very lucky I am, and it takes those moments to remind me.
I just thought I would share that, in case there are any other mammies who, like myself, have moments when they feel like everything that could possibly go wrong for them is in fact happening, and, in turn, start crying in front of 100 strangers like a lunatic. Ughhh. It happens to the best of us, ladies, I promise.
And, on that note, I will leave ye with a few pictures of our trip. Prague, you were wonderful...thank you for having us!
Postpartum Fitness Part 2 (And Lazy Jambalaya)
Hey you guys, remember about a thousand weeks ago when I said I was going to do a 3-part series on postpartum diet and fitness? And I did that first part and then never mentioned it again? Yeah...Two things: I'm sorry I never have my act together, and well I've finally gotten around to it. SOOOOO here's the second part (finally) all about my thoughts on food and diet post bambini.
As I mentioned in Part 1, I have really had to adjust my thinking around food and how I eat since having Wee Plum. In fact, my thinking about food has changed and evolved quite a lot over the past 10 years or so. I've been that girl that does all the crazy fad diets (here's some news: they're all crap, get out now while you still can), I've been the girl that ate nothing at all, as well as the girl that ate everything in front of her. I have learned a lot about nutrition and how to effectively work out over the last few years, and just before I got pregnant I feel like I was in a nice comfy zone of knowing exactly what works for me.
Since having Eli, I just have not been able to put in the same amount of effort into my eating and exercising as before. I don't have the time or energy to put into meal prep/just eating broccoli and chicken breast anymore. That crazy loon of mine demands all (and I mean all) of my attention, and I eventually learned that trying to eat and exercise the same way I did before made me do things like snap at Eli because I had so little energy to entertain him or deal with the demands of a young baby. It was really frustrating not having the time or energy to do things the way I used to. However, that kiddo deserves a mom that is mentally and emotionally present, and I am not those things when I am putting all my spare time and energy into intense exercise and meals consisting of chicken breast and asparagus. I know it IS possible, and I know a lot of moms do compete successfully, but as of right now I'm not able for it. So I had to re-evaluate everything I had learned in order to stay under a certain weight while maintaining some muscle, and be able to the best mammy I could be. (Um, as well as wife. 99% of fights I have with the husband are when I'm hungry and have no energy. Also, very few men want to eat only broccoli and tilapia every night, and there's no way I'm cooking two different dinners every night!)
There are two, major things that I have learned that I do want to share with you guys. Number one is:
The less I think about food and the less power I give it, the less I actually weigh.
I know that sounds really strange, but it is completely and utterly true. The less I deprive myself, the less 'bad' food I actually eat. The more I tell myself "eat what you want", the less food I actually take in. It sounds bizarre, but it is without a doubt the thing that has worked best for me and eating.
So all those thoughts you have in your head about certain foods being 'naughty' or 'off limits' etc, please erase them. Because food is good, for your mind, body and soul, and I want you to eat it. Yes? Good.
BUT....this leads us to number 2:
The key is balance.
Before pregnancy, I was not, NOT about balance. I was all about training 6 days a week, heavy lifting, lots of oats, eggs, and protein shakes. That worked pretty well for me...then. It wouldn't now. I
If you are overweight and want to do something drastic to lose those initial pounds, cut out carbs if you wish, or go on a juice cleanse or whatever else works for you for those FIRST FEW POUNDS OR SO. After that though, stop and start using balance. Because if you continue eating carb-free, or only pureed vegetables or whatever else is the thing these days, I guarantee you you will reach a point where you can't maintain it, and I guarantee you you will put all that weight back on and then some.
Soooo....here is an example of my current diet in a day. This is how I started eating about 6 months postpartum. Up until then it was a lot of long hours inbetween meals, no breakfast, etc.
Breakfast: Porridge (made with almond milk) with chopped apple, teaspoon of honey and cinnamon, and one very large, very strong coffee
Snack: Banana and avocado muffin (they are amazing...recipe here), OR banana with tablespoon of organic peanut butter
Lunch: 2 slices of half and half bread (with butter), one or two slices of cheese, two slices of turkey breast, handful of spinach leaves, onion. Square of dark chocolate.
Snack: Greek yogurt with fruit, OR scrambled eggs with 1 slice of toast. Another coffee.
Dinner: about 1/2 cup of meat, 1/2 cup of carbs (brown rice/pasta/cous cous/potatoes etc) and 1 cup of fibrous veggies.
Snack: 3 cookies and a hot chocolate, or 3 squares of dark chocolate
Now, the above is just an average. I might have a Snickers instead of 3 biscuits, or a slice of cake or something. But, I always always ALWAYS have at least one treat every day. It's usually chocolate.
I also have a general rule of: If I wouldn't allow my son to eat it, then I don't eat it. Except for chocolate. Eli's never tasted it, but I have it daily (sorry kid). What I'm really talking about here is processed meats (e.g. deli ham), sugary yogurts (petit filous for example) etc. The less ingredients in your food the better.
Sometimes it is hard to make that transition from thinking about food a lot, to not thinking about it at all. Where do you start? What kind of grocery list should I have? Etc. This book really and truly helped me change the way I thought about food. I would definitely recommend it. Also... I thought I would include a recipe for a balanced, healthy, tasty meal that our entire family actually enjoys (doesn't happen often in the Cronin household).
When it comes to cooking, I do like to try something complex and time consuming every once in a blue moon, but for the most part, I'm all about maximum taste and nutrition for minimum cost and time/effort. Gone are the days where I can spend the whole evening having a glass or two of wine while sauntering about, cooking something super fancy. Like maximizing the efficiency of my workouts, I've had to maximize the efficiency of my recipes. Enter...the Lazy Girl's Jambalaya.
Colm, like the rest of the male species, likes to eat a lot of meat (shock! gasp!). The way he puts it is, "no meat no meal." Nice. I, on the other hand, don't. It starts to get expensive and wasteful to cook two different types of meat for the both of us, because I only really like to eat salmon or chicken, and red meat once a week at best. Colm will eat all meat all day. That's one of the reasons I love Jambalaya - I can throw in some sausage, chicken, prawns, whatever, and just eat the chicken or prawns myself and Colm can go crazy with everything else. It's also relatively clean, and Eli will eat it too. Woo!
Now, I know traditional Jambalaya is quite different and very spicy, but Eli isn't very into spicy yet so we just add some hot sauce into our own servings after dishing up. Also, Jambalaya even SOUNDS complicated in itself...so I've kind of simplified it (um, a lot) for those of you who are like me and don't like spending hours over the cooker (or a lot of money on the ingredients).
Hope you guys like it as much as we do!
Lazy Jambalaya
Ingredients: *
- Diced chicken (about 500g)
- 5 large sausages of your choice. We use Aldi's Specially Selected range...very affordable, tasty, and you get a lot for a small price.
- Prawns (pre-cooked, about 200g)
- 3 Bell peppers (one yellow, one red, one green)
- 3 cloves of garlic
- 2 celery stalks
- 1/2 an onion
- 1 Can of tomatoes in sauce
- 3 cups of chicken stock (We use Boots Baby Organic since Eli is eating it too. No sodium or MSG, which is really important to avoid at this age. It's currently on offer at only 1.49...total steal. Click here to buy while you can!)
- 1.5 cups of wholegrain rice
- 2 Tbs coconut oil (for frying)
- Hot sauce (to add to your own serving)
Directions:
Chop your peppers, garlic, celery and onion into small but chunky pieces. Fry in a large frying pan using 1 tablespoon of the coconut oil for about 5 minutes, until soft (but not browned).
In the meantime, chop your sausages into nice chunky pieces. Fry your sausage with the chicken in a separate pan using 1 tablespoon of oil until cooked through but not browned.
In a large pot, boil the rice and tomatoes in the chicken stock, stirring continuously until cooked. Once cooked, throw in the veg, then your sausage and chicken and finally your prawns. Give the whole thing a big stir, and voila. Done!
* This recipe yields about 5-6 servings.
Eli has lately gotten too heavy for me to have on my hip for long periods of time. We're working on patience with that, as you can see. |
For those of you wondering, "Wow, is her kitchen always such a mess?" The answer is...yes. Unfortunately, yes, yes it is. |
That's soot on his cheek there...he managed to get into the briquettes. |
I have to pretend to chase him about 39740329858 times an hour. |
C'mon mom, get me into this chair and to me dinner. |
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