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Hey lovelies, welcome to SDB! I'm Natasha. I am a walking, talking mombie fueled by coffee. I am obsessed with shoes, all things glittery and/or sparkly, and I have an owl obsession. We talk about everything from motherhood, lifestyle, and all things inbetween. I am a mom of three kids and we reside in the Pacific Northwest. Thanks for tagging along! Now lets sit back and sip on a cup of coffee in the AM or wine in the PM and lets relax.

Thursday, May 24, 2012

Pregnancy Week 14 - Baby #2

Hello there 2nd trimester! It feels wonderful having energy again! I can actually do things now like chase my toddler around. For two and half months I had absolutely no energy at all and now that I landed a new job in Portland and we are moving to Vancouver I need all the energy I can get to pack. Tuesday was a pretty slow day for me energy wise. I ended up taking a nice long nap that was well needed. I blame it on the weather. It has been absolutely fugly in Washington the past few days; gray skies and rain, rain, rain that just won't go away. Where did the eighty degree weather and sunshine go? Please come back! I need some sunshine in my life! Other than that I have been feeling great with the exception of headaches. :] No more morning sickness, no more being queasy unless I smell something unpleasant, and no back pain. I have; however, been experiencing some Braxton Hicks contractions. =/ When I do have them I either opt to take a warm shower or bath, go for a walk with Amari, or lay down and hope they pass. I don't remember having them until I was at least 30 weeks along with Amari and I did tell my midwife about them at my last check-up. We also talked about whether or not I would be able to go for a VBAC over a scheduled C-section. My next appointment is on June 5th and I meet with my Obstetritionist to see if a VBAC is an option. I'm crossing my fingers and hoping that it's a yes. :] Food craving wise I still want peaches (I finally found them at Jay's Fruit Stand), V8 juice, and hot spicy food. Salad is delicious to me too. I can't get enough of water with lemon either. I am hoping I'm not dehydrated because it is all I want to drink besides V8 juice and tea. For fun, I took a gender prediction test via old wives tale online and it predicted that Little Bean is a boy based off my cravings and tiny bump but... I think it's girl. In all the dreams that I've had it's a girl. ;D I want a girl because I would love to have pink, bows, and dresses in my life but if it's another boy I would still be happy. =] So far Little Bean is 3.4 inches tall, weighs 1.5 ounces, and is the size of the lemon. Baby is getting big!

 Little Bean is getting big! 
Boy or girl? 
What do you think? 

Tuesday, May 15, 2012

Pregnancy Week 13: Baby #2

Week 13 has been wonderful I must admit. No fatigue; thank God! It feels wonderful having energy again and being able to chase my two year old son around the house and in the yard. He is such a handful these days but an enjoyment none the less. Nausea has subsided and occasionally a few icky smells will make me queasy. The stench of ranch still makes me gag though. It is such an unpleasant smell and it doesn't help that my darling husband and son eat it with practically everything so there is no escaping it! It currently is the bane of my existence. Lately I've been having a lot of headaches. Headaches are not new to me seeing as I'm anemic. I try to not take anything for them and make sure that I am staying hydrated and it usually does the trick. I have been craving some odd things thought, like sardines, V8 juice, and peaches. I've been drinking V8 juice by the gallon it seems and I only allow myself 2 cans of sardines a week. Canned peaches sound disgusting to me and fresh peaches still aren't ripe in Washington yet. I wish they would hurry up cause this pregnant mama wants some peaches! So far Little Bean is 2.9 inches tall, weights around .81 ounces, and is the size of a peach.

Monday, May 14, 2012

Happy Mother's Day

We got home late last night and I was too exhausted due to my pregnancy and a long trip to the zoo to post this until today. I had a wonderful Mother's Day with my sweet son and loving husband. I love everything about being Amari's mom. Words cannot even express my undying love for that boy. He means the world to me and the fact that I get to be a mother again makes me even more ecstatic and thrilled about motherhood. I mentioned in my Mother's Day Eve post about why motherhood is so important to me. I thrive to be the mother that my mother wasn't for me and my siblings. When I first found out that I was pregnant with Amari I was both scared that I would fail as mother and hopeful at the same time. I have met a lot of wonderful mother's throughout my lifetime and have tried to incorporated what I learned from them into my own life and philosophy about motherhood.  Being a mother isn't easy; mommy skills always need to be worked on and polished. I can only aim to be the best that I can be.

I woke bright and early to prepare lunches for an adventure that Trevor and Amari wouldn't tell me about. It was a surprise. I do like my surprises. Normally I'm the type of person who likes homemade gifts because I feel that they are more meaningful than store bought ones but this year I asked for a new blender because the old one broke and with summer just around the corner I would like to make my boys milkshakes and smoothies for the warm days ahead. I was more than geeked when I unwrapped my gift from Amari and Trev and had a new blender. :] My cards were sweet and endearing and I have them displayed on my kitchen table until I put them in my keepsake box in a week or so. After opening my gift we all loaded up the car and headed on our way. We ended up going to the Point Defiance Zoo and Aquarium in Tacoma. I have not been to the zoo in years and was excited about experiencing the the zoo with my son for the first time (which I'll happily write about later in the week). After our four hour visit to the zoo we headed home for a few hours of relaxation before heading over to Papa and Nana's house for a family dinner. It was wonderful relaxing outside and looking out at the lake while having conversation with family and enjoying the eighty degree weather and sunshine outside on the deck. Mother's Day was very low key, fun-filled, and I enjoyed every moment of it with my loving husband and sweet son. Without the two of them I would not be a mother. So Happy Mother's Day to all the mother's out there. You are loved, cherished, and adored. Your hard work, love, and dedication goes unnoticed by your loved ones.

 My sweet boy and I.
Love him so much. :D
 My life...
Looking at fishies with Auntie J.
 Playing with sticks.
 Stick fighting time!
 Men in the kitchen! =P
 Fish looking time with cousin Bridget.
Papa with his hat to the side, LOL.

Saturday, May 12, 2012

Why Hello There Little Bean: Baby #2's First Ultrasound

This is a belated post by two days but I wanted to get it out. :] On Thursday afternoon Trevor, Amari, and I saw our little bean for the first time. There is nothing more magical then seeing the little person growing inside the womb. Pregnancy is a fascinating time. I can't believe that three months have already passed and we have six more months until we meet our new addition to our family. Little Bean is officially what I am calling this baby until we find out the gender in seven more weeks. I'm still hoping for a little miss in my life. I'll be just as thrilled with another little boy as well. Little Bean was sleeping when we decided to pay him or her a visit; typical of course, LOL! I was more than happy when there was only one baby and not two. Trev kept joking for weeks that we were having twins. =/ The baby's heart rate was normal and everything looked great according to the technician. She did worry me though when she asked me when my due date was and I replied, "November 17th... Why?" She of course assured me that nothing was wrong and informed us that the baby was measuring at 13 weeks and 1 day. I was supposed to be 12 weeks and 5 days at the time. Three days ahead isn't bad right? My calculations were almost right. Math and me are not the best of friends, LOL. =P Amari on the other hand was so precious as he looked at the screen and saw his little brother or sister. He had nothing but smiles and was tad bit confused when he would look at my belly and then the screen. Trevor asked him if he wanted a brother or a sister and Amari just smiled and happily replied, "Baby." On very rare occasions he'll tell you that he wants a sister. :] Now, I just need to get Trev on the baby naming bandwagon! Picking names this time around is going to be a challenge I think.

A picture of a picture. Not the best quality, but it will due tell I figure out how to use the scanner.
There is our sleeping Little Bean. 

A Mother's Day Eve Tale: Why Being A Mother Is So Important To Me

I've never really been the type of person to talk about, let alone write about my "tragic" upbringing but seeing as Mother's Day is just around the corner I decided that I would finally share my story. It allows me to reflect on the past while aiming to be the best mother that I can be in the present and in the future. I knew from a young age that when it was my time to be a mother that I would step up to the plate so to speak, Demarini in hand and Nike batting gloves on and I would do anything and everything to protect the plate and strive to be the best mother that I can be. I would be the mom that my mother couldn't be to me or my four siblings.

I had the misfortune to be born to a woman who cared more about her self than her children. She was an alcoholic and a drug abuser who lost all of her children due to her addictions and selfishness. She was not in her right mind to take care of herself let alone her children. I was not raised by my mother though she was always present. I was raised by my great grandmother, a woman who had no business raising four great grandchildren on her own after she had already raised her own two children and her children's children. To this day, I have no idea who my father is nor do I wish to. I came from a broken home and due to that situation I have a hard time trusting people other than my four wonderful siblings whom I love unconditionally. I would do anything for them and I know that they would do anything for me. Growing up they were all I had.

For many years my older brother Randy was the one that looked out for Shawn and me. Our mother was too strung out on crack to make sure that our diapers were changed or that we had food in our stomachs. There were countless occasions when Randy would steal money out of her purse and would walk Shawn (who was a toddler at the time) and myself down Cherry Street in Long Beach to Jack n' the Box or Grandma Dee's house in hopes to get food, a bath, and a change of clothes. Shawn was two, I was four, and Randy was eight. Some of the memories I intentionally blocked out, Shawn barely remembers because he was so young, but Randy remembers everything! One day I'll have the courage to ask him to tell me what he remembers about our days when we lived with mom. I remember being taken away by a social worker when we lived in California. Our mom sat on the couch with a beer in hand and it was like she didn't even care. The social worked had taken one look at Shawn in is dirty dipper full of pooh that should have been changed hours ago and the cigarette burns on the back of my neck and took the three of us away. I recall sitting in a police station next to Shawn and Randy and eating a sandwich that a police officer had brought us. He was nice. He seemed genuinely sadden by our situation. How long we sat there I have no idea but eventually our great grandmother came to get us. She always came to get us in the end. By the time I was five, I knew how to make a bottle on the stove and change my sisters diapers because our mother was never around. I had no choice but to grow up early because I had siblings that were dependent upon me and I them. The best thing that our mother ever did for us was give up her rights as our guardian. We had a loving great grandmother who kept fighting the state of California for the right to adopt her four great grandchildren and eventually she won. Bye the time I was eight my great grandmother had custody over the four of us but that didn't leave us without struggles. Financially it was difficult for her as a single parent raising four children and bills often went unpaid even with state assistance. I remember her always telling us that she needed to live to be 103 (when Sheila turned eighteen). Sadly, she ended up passing away in January of 2001 leaving my two younger siblings and I as wards of the court. We were going to stay with the Pietrzyk family until they encouraged Neil Allen (my brother's mentor from Friend's of the Children) to move in with us and be our guardian.  Neil decided to move in with us and our lives changed for the better. I was fortunate to have wonderful people in my life like the Pietrzyk family, my best friends Pam and Lydia, and my mentors Diana, Ashley, and Jen. Without their guidance and love I would not be the person that I am today.

Don't get me wrong, I love my mother because she is my mother. She had her demons then and she still has them now. One of my biggest pet peeves is when people judge her. Like anyone, she has made her mistakes and reaps the aftermath of those mistakes but at the end of the day only God can judge her.  I don't judge my mother; I do however, hold her accountable for her actions. She is fully aware that she messed up. Yes, my mother is an unfit mother. She is still my mother though and I will always love her. It's an unconditional bound between mother and child. The lack of maternal guidance on her part has given my the drive and empowered me to be the best mother that I can to my son. I would do anything and everything for Amari. He means the world to me and I am so blessed that the Lord has blessed me with such a strong, independent, social-butterfly who makes me laugh and smile on a daily basis. I love my son and I know that he loves me. From the moment that I laid eyes on him for the first time the bond that we share will never be broken nor will my love for him cease. I would cross the ocean for him. If he asked me to bring him the moon I would figure out how to do it. When he falls down and gets hurt you can bet that I will be right there kissing his boo-boo and making it all better for him. I would wipe his boogies with my sleeve if I had no tissues (who else would do that for him besides his favorite person Daddy?). Everything I do, I do for him to ensure that he has the life that I never had. I want him to grow up in a loving home with two parents who love each other and I want him to have nothing but happiness and success in his lifetime. I want Amari to have what I didn't have growing up. I want him to be loved unconditionally and to never have to worry about the things that I grew up worrying about daily in a discombobulated household where mom was drunk or drugged out and never around to support and love her children.

Please don't pity me or my siblings. Please don't feel sorry for us. We turned out just fine. We are all successful, educated, and happy with where our lives have taken us. I'm happily married to a wonderful man who loves me and all my flaws and we have a wonderful son who entertains us every day with his good-humor and random nature. My brothers, sisters, and I have defeated the odds that society has placed upon us. None of us do drugs. None of us are alcoholics. None of us dropped out of high school. Randy was the first person in our family to graduate from college and I was the first woman in my family to graduate from college and plan to get my masters degree in the near future. My situation has only made me be a better mother than my mother was to me. I am the mother that she was incapable of being and that is why motherhood is so important to me.

Tuesday, May 8, 2012

Pregnancy Week 12: Baby #2

I'm officially almost done with my first trimester! Wooohooo! I'm counting down the days until I hit 13 weeks on Saturday. So far this week my energy levels are down. I've also been rather queasy and dizzy in the mornings and I have massive brain aches going on all day long. :[ I've stopped popping Tylenol days ago in hopes that staying hydrated will help ease some of the discomfort I've been feeling. On the bright side, I am starting to feel fetal movement. At first it started with light little flutters, now the movements are starting to get more noticeable. We get to see our little bean on Thursday and I cannot wait! I'm pretty excited. I cannot wait to hear my little guy or girls heartbeat for the first time. 8 more long weeks and we find out the gender! =P So far baby numero dos is 2.1 inches tall, weights around .49 ounces, and is the size of a plum. My bump is getting noticeably bigger but I've been too lazy and too fatigued to take belly pictures. Next time I guess.