As the months go on....

When I started running a few years back I read up on all the magazine articles and would changed my diet or way of attack accordingly. When my best friend got pregnant and she was reading up on all the pregnant running tips and techniques I was following her crazy self through pregnancy while running, I was shocked and amazed and dumb founded,often on what our bodies can and will do when taken care of correctly. She motivated me to do pregnancy differently if I was to ever be given that blessed chance again... 

And here we are! 

This is where I want to take you to giggle land. I can barely look at myself this am as its Saturday (my long run day) except SERIOUSLY let's be real, my long runs range from 3-5 mls these days.aghhhhh... However I hear this sweet annoying voice in my head (my best friend) telling me it's ok! " Your one of the 10% of pregnant people that run!" "You can do it, just one week at a time" or " remember you listen to your body and baby and you can be done when you need to be done" 

All of these are true! All of these are wonderful encouraging, uplifting, piles of ... Hahahah 

have you ever ran with an extra 20-30 lbs attached to the front of your body? HOLY FREEKING COW! Yes COW!! That's what I feel like. Utters to Timbuck-Too, a belly the size of a beast, and feet and calves that ache and complaine after every adventure out. 

I used to wake up 15 min before a run, brush my teeth, grab my clothes, grab a banana and head out the door. 

Now 32wks pregnant I set my alarm for  AN HOUR ahead of time, ROLL out of bed, yes ROLL, cause we pregnant people arnt suppose to use all our stomache muscles ensuring we don't tear them?! So I roll out of bed, slowly brush my teeth and get dressed, grab a bowl of oatmeal, ( let's add here this is another 10 min process of cooking real oatmeal) and of course a small glass of water and a cup of caffeine. This is a whole flipping production and full breakfast?! How the heck can a person run with all that in their stomache?  OH let's add the tiny glass of orange juice that yells at me to drink it also! 

 Then while all that is cooking and waiting I have the privilege of KT taping my shins that hurt so bad some runs I have tears in my eyes. Due to what I believe is me waiting to long for new shoes and running with extra weight.. So here is my next production line step: 

New nike shoes: KT tape: phone band: and all together we get what I believe is the GOOFIEST thing running down the road anybody has ever seen! 

PRODUCTION!! It's insaine what goes into getting this running, milking, cow out the door and onto pavement.

BUT......but, I wouldn't trade it. This has been the most inspiring thing I've done since last years triatholon. My kids get to see their mom stay healthy, take care of baby, and be an example of TRYING. I have really GOOD running days and I have really BAD running days and I have days when I can't run at all! But I'm moving,I'm up, and I'm going, and most days I feel amazing for it! Keep it up moms- don't stop- walk it out- be encouraged- do your thing! 

Sincere heart

Last night when I was tucking the kids in bed, my 8 yr old daughter grabbed my kneck and held on tight as she started to speak with tears in her eyes. 

"Mommy I'm so very grateful for all that you do, you love us so much and I love you. And God loves us even more! You are a wonderful mommy."

I told her that mommies need to hear that every once in a while and that she just filled my heart so much. We talked about just how Amazing Gods love is for us and  how Big it is and we will never really truly understand it. 

She began to thank me AGAIN, for God answering our prayers about having another baby and then when He answered her prayers and it was a girl. 

I walked away knowing, that this year in my daughters life she has seen Gods hand in a way that she is understanding His love for her. That her desires and hearts prayers matter to Him. 

She followed her daddy into her brothers room and shared a similar heart with them, when I came in they were finishing their prayer time together and my oldest son Judah said with tears in His eyes "mom can I pray for the baby?" I said of course you can... So he prayed protection and health and wholeness and Gods timing on her delivery. 

My youngest son then wanted to pray too- his 5 yr old heart came out and he prayed his best big brother prayer over his little unborn baby sister, that she would not being bullied and that he'd love her FOREVER and protect her everyday. 

I have to tell you I went to bed with a very full Love tank and a peace in my spirit that only God can give. My children are learning how to trust God, in the big things and in the daily living of life. This is the greatest gift we could ask for. 

-Be praying with your kids, speaking with them about the Lord, they won't learn what they need to know about Him by attending a 30 min class once a week at Sunday school. They learn by watching and listening, and doing. Be an example, be real before them just as you should be before the Lord.... Let them see how much our Heavenly Father cares for us and wants to sit and talk with us. He LOVES us sooooo much that at our greatest and softest we can't touch how much His love is for us. 

This baby will be entering my family soon.  A family that desired her and prayed for her years before she actualy came about. I know that we are learning so much together because of her and what she will be in our family. We are determined, and crazy, and funny, and BUSY, and loving, and we love her already! 

God bless you today! 

 

Malachi and mommy

As a parent our days are LONG.... But as a stay at home mom I believe my days are a blessing. And these are a few of the moments I get to be apart of because of it. 

Baseball games in the rain.

Kitty cat play dates at friends houses 

Stealing moms phone for a selfie! 

Crashing on the couch just because! 

He's the baby and even though we are expecting number in a matter of weeks I feel like he'll always be my baby boy, my Ky, my best buddie. We've had to much alone time for him not to be. Words can't express how much being his mom means to me or how it feels. They grow so fast and I just want it to slow down! 

I love you my buggy......