Adventures in Pregnancy – 18 weeks, and babies first trip (in utero!) to the beach!

Babes first trip to the beach, and I think baby liked it!

18 weeks, I am still feeling good, but definitely feeling bigger.

Embracing it to the best of my ability because it’s all a part of this beautiful journey!

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Final Week of Transform: 20!

Bob Marley, baby and I kicked off the sixth and final week of Transform: 20 today!

It’s not my first “final” week, but it IS the first final week of a program I’ve done completely pregnant, and I’m proud!

Yes, my stamina and my abilities have changed, because growing a life is HARD, and takes a lot out of you, but I’m proud to be able to honor both my body and the life I am growing by MOVING.

While it’s been a humbling journey, it’s also shown me what I’m capable of, and that INCLUDES doing my best and being proud instead of being upset because my capabilities may not be where they once were (for good reason!)

It is TOO EASY to feel defeated and to let that take away from the real win here, which is SHOWING UP.

Stop worrying about what you can’t do and start focusing and appreciating what you can!

Factbomb Friday – She is NOT JUST A DOG

She is NOT just a dog.

She is my baby. Soon, she won’t be the ONLY baby, but she will STILL be my baby. The very night I told Dave I was pregnant, I made him promise me we’d never be those people who cast their pup aside. It will be hard, the baby will need a lot of attention… but we will make it work because Roxy also deserves love, affection, and attention.

She will STILL be a priority, her needs will still matter, and we won’t love her ANY less. In fact, I’m pretty sure we will love her even MORE watching her fiercely protect that tiny little human.

Yesterday, two different people I am friendly with had to put their fur babies down, and my heart broke for them, of course. But one of them had tons of love, support and understanding, and it warmed my heart, and I was grateful she had that… the other one had people left and right telling her it’s just a dog, and it made my heart break for her even more so.

Why are we telling people how they should feel? Why are we minimizing their loss?

If you think it’s “just” a dog, maybe you shouldn’t have one… just my .02, and since it’s Friday and I’m feeling generous, you may keep the change 😉