Deep Obsessions

I have some major updates on our house I’ve been wanting to show you for a while now, but it’s been all doom and gloom around here for what feels like an eternity! Seriously today the sun finally peeked through after weeks of being completely MIA. All the cloudy overcast weather makes it impossible to snap decent photos of the indoor projects. Oh, how I wish I had a bunch of professional photography equipment…but I don’t. So instead, I’ve been spending my days daydreaming, because that’s what gloomy days were created for. So what have I been daydreaming about?

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This picture! Seriously, every time I get on Pinterest I find myself staring and staring and staring at this picture. I love it so much. everything about it. So I thought I would recreate it for you by sourcing similar items. If I had room for this little arrangement in my house…trust me I’d have it.

Let’s start with the console table. This is really the star of the show here, but it’s likely one of a kind. Finding something just like it would be tough….and pricey…REALLY pricey. I think I found the next best thing, though. It’s still pretty pricey, but I’m learning recently that I’d rather spend a bit more on a nice piece of furniture that I’ll hang on to for years rather than by something cheap that may only last a few years. Something about nearing 30 (NEARING…I’m still living up my 20’s!!) that makes you start thinking more than a few years ahead…

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This table is from One King’s Lane. Though it’s not the same thing…It definitely has the same feel! It lacks a bit of the hand crafted feel but it’s hundreds of dollars instead of thousands of dollars. It’s still really beautiful! Click the picture to find this table on One King’s Lane!

Next up…The rug! Oh the rug!!! I’m in love with rugs. There’s just no way around it. Rugs make my world go ’round. This rug is no exception….You can actually find this exact rug HERE. Hand woven with Argentinian sheep’s wool. It’s the stuff all of my rug dreams are made of. Except, you have to contact them for the price, (Insert incredibly sad face.) which can only mean one thing… It’s expensive. Like mega expensive. So instead of contacting them, I’ll just cry in the corner. And when I’m done crying I’ll turn to Amazon for the next best thing. By the way, how great is Amazon, guys?! I live in a town where anything besides groceries is at very least a 30 minute drive away. Amazon has changed my life! Diapers, wipes, craft supplies, RUGS…I get everything from Amazon! (End side rant…) So here’s what I found!

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It’s not exactly the same thing either, but it’s got some similarities going for it. It’s brown, which is one of the major things I liked about the other rug. I’ve been obsessing over browns and taupes lately. It’s also sporting a geometric pattern. Its a bit more organic than the other rug’s patters, and it’s not made from Argentinian sheep’s wool, but it still has a worldly sort of feeling. Want to know the best part?! It’s only $175 for a 6′ x 9′ rug. That’s ridiculously cheap! I happen to have it on good authority that this is a nice rug! A certain someone (cough cough…me) has this rug in another color. It’s a super easy to clean and maintain low pile and altogether great rug.

Next up…Pictures!

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Call me crazy, but I just don’t think I could have a picture of a horse in my house. Don’t get me wrong, I LOVE horses. They’re just too majestic. I feel like every time I saw the picture I’d have to stop and contemplate life. I don’t need any extra help with life contemplation. Now a llama… I can handle. I just mostly think, “Tina you fat lard, come get some dinner!” It also adds a bit of Argentina back to the scenario that the replacement rug is missing.

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This picture because it felt like the right balance of black and white and because I love a prickly cactus!

So if you are me….you kill all your plants. In my defense….We travel a lot. Like a lot, a lot for months at a time. It just not worth lining someone up to come care for my plants. Surprise, Surprise plants don’t really survive 3 months of indoor solitude. Except Cacti? Both feel wrong, but are apparently both right! That’s why I love them! So, at our house fake plants are a must, NICE fake plants! They have to be realistic.

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I’m a sucker for anything beachy! People often describe my house as sort of beachy. I’m totally ok with that, even if I do live in Indiana! Why wouldn’t I want my house to feel like I’m on vacation?! The inspiration picture has a piece of coral in it.

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Everywhere Shane and I travel we try to pick up something to help us remember the trip. We’ve done a pretty good job except we really dropped the ball in Switzerland and Australia. I wanted to buy a piece of real coral from Australia, but time just got away from me and I didn’t. I’m super disappointed in myself. Oh well, next time. We will definitely be back to Australia in the next few years. While real coral is pretty expensive, you can find faux coral everywhere. This one is from Target.

Las,t but certainly not least….a little brass lovely! I love brass! I’m a huge fan of little totally useless objects/ figurines for styling. One of my favorite possessions is a tiny little brass dodo bird that we picked up when we were in Mauritius. (Did you know Mauritius was the only place dodo birds were ever found? Me either, until I went there!) This little guys is along the same lines.

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And here it is people…my own version on this lovely little arrangement.


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It’s embarrassing just how long it took me to source all this and put it all together. So, I won’t tell you how long it took, but just know…the obsession with the original photo ran deep. Like SUPER deep.

Because admitting when things are hard is good…

“I love my kids more than molten chocolate cake with vanilla ice cream. But it’s amazing how lonely motherhood can be”
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That was the first sentence I read after typing “Feelings of isolation as a mother” into Google. I maybe could not have put it better myself. One night, 7 months into pregnancy, I begged Shane to find me a molten chocolate cake on his way home from work, you know the lava cake type of chocolatey goodness, as if that was something he could just swing by Kroger to get. I knew that cake would fix everything. It would ease the ache of tired legs. It would make the finish line feel within reach. It would make the fears of the future melt away. Now… I have an abundance of “molten chocolate cake” in the form of toothless grins, chunky baby thighs, kisses and cuddles, and the deepest most rewarding sense of purpose and fulfillment….and I’ve never felt more alone.

Shane has been on a new fitness kick. He’s been feverishly working out, obsessively watching fitness YouTube videos, and watching his diet. At first I was happy for him. Fitness is so important to him, but I’m jealous. While he’s perfecting his body, I’m surrendering mine…to creating a human, to birth, to breastfeeding. Then, once my sweet baby no longer needs my body, I’ll do it all again. I wanted to see him succeed, but the more he talked about it, the more his enthusiasm infected me. We bought a jogging stroller and I started jogging again. I’ve always been a fairly consistent runner. It felt amazing to hit the pavement again…until I longed for the freedom to actually swing BOTH of my arms. It sounds simple and dumb, but I think running was always just about getting lost for me. Shutting my brain down and just going, but when you’re pushing your baby in a stroller it doesn’t work that way. Motherhood doesn’t work that way… When the little one is in tow, there’s no such thing as absent minded downtime. Praise the Lord that babies take naps, except for in the midst of the 4 month sleep regression when they don’t. In fact… They don’t sleep at all…You don’t sleep at all. You don’t exercise. You don’t veg out. You don’t sit down. You don’t know how to talk to anyone about it…You loose your mind.

I’ve turned to Google as if she were my best friend. We share horror stories about just how freaking hard it is to be a new mom. Except she’s Google. My dark circled eyes cry for support, and she calculates which articles are most relevant to my cries for help. For some reason real women are afraid to admit just how hard it was and IS for them. When we admit our struggles, we are met with our worst fears…reactions that we are somehow not as good at being a mother as we had hoped.

In a moment of weakness and exhaustion, I admitted to Shane how hard of a time I was having. I explained how I felt like I was loosing all of my time to be me, to pursue my passions, and strive for the things I wanted out of life. His response was…”This is why I don’t want anymore kids. You can’t even handle the one we have.” It took him only minutes to apologize, but I promise you that’s a sentence I’ll never forget for the rest of my life.

I love my baby and being a mom more than molten chocolate cake, more than pedicures, more than winning free weekly pedicures for the rest of my life, more than relaxing days at the beach, more than relaxing massages ON the beach, more than winning a $10,000 shopping spree. Nothing has ever brought my life more joy. Nothing has ever brought my life more meaning. Nothing has ever challenged me more.

I used to look at mothers and wonder why they weren’t striving and searching for more for their lives…until I became a mother. Dear mothers I previously and unfairly judged… I’m so sorry. Now, I get it. There’s nothing else in the world that could bring you more fulfillment. There’s nothing else in the world that could be a more wild ride. There’s nothing else in the world that could challenge you more. There’s nothing else in the world that could force you into exploring what you are truly made of more than being a mother.

I think it’s high time we admit our struggles, we support one another’s struggles, and we show each other we aren’t alone. Because really… Is there anyone else that understands more than another mother? And honestly Google is a shitty best friend…


Update Ramblings…

This is totally meant to be a blog about design and the projects in our house, but that’s all taken a back seat. I’m currently blogging from beautiful Australia!


Incase you’ve missed it, my husband travels for his job and I’m lucky enough to get to tag along! I’ve always tagged along, but this is our first trip with an extra little tag-a-long!

Jolie in Australia

Yep, that’s right…our little jet setter endured 25 hours of total travel time halfway around the world. So how did she do? Surprisingly well! Shane and I have worked really hard to still do all the things we would normally do, even with a little one in-tow. While considering a 2 hour, a 5 hour, and then a 14 hour flight, plus two layovers with a 17 week old baby was intimidating to say the least, I’m so glad I didn’t let it stop me! Jolie did really well on the flights. Take off and landing made her fuss a little but not much. The rest all went pretty well. Our long flight was with Virgin Australia, and I have to hand it to them….They were SO accommodating and considerate. Now that we’ve “been there, done that” future flights will be way less intimidating. Although every new milestone Jolie conquers will bring new in-flight challenges (I.E. the current scream/cry for attention) I now feel confident that we can endure anything for 25 hours. Other passengers are surprisingly so considerate, too. I think they know that any crying that they have to endure is far less stressful than what you, as a parent, are enduring. The flight was all around a success and now Jolie is enjoying life “down under.” I was so worried about the 15 hour time difference, and what that would do to an already touchy sleeper, but she has handled it like a true champ. She never missed a beat. She slept our first night here even though we went to bed at 8:30am our time. The first few days she was a bit fussier than normal, but within 3 days she was back to her normal self. I was so surprised and so relieved.


Most importantly, after 6 weeks apart, our family is back together!


While Shane is working during the day, Jolie and I are enjoying the city life. We are living in an apartment in Brisbane. Suddenly, all my city-living dreams have come true.


That’s the view from our apartment. I LOVE city life and wish I could convince Shane that his love for wide open spaces is overrated. Sadly, it’s a battle I’ll always loose.

Jolie and I are enjoying our days sipping coffee by the river, (I have the coffee, Jolie has the breast milk.) walking to the grocery, exploring the city, checking out Australian shopping, and watching the big kids at the public pool!



I’m cooking dinner often, but occasionally Daddy takes us out to dinner with beautiful city and river views.


We’ve also spent time reconnecting and hanging out with our Australian friends. We met them in 2013 when we were in Germany and spent a lot of time with them there.

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They’ve so graciously opened up their home for great weekends on the coast, complete with sightseeing and amazing home cooked meals! We are in some serious debt to their hospitality!

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I feel extremely fortunate to get to spend 6 weeks living in Australia, but it’s already half over, and it just isn’t enough time! So far it’s been such a nice experience. It’s nice to get used to being a new mommy in a totally different environment then what I’ve previously experienced. Before coming here, my winter baby and I hardly left the house. Now, there isn’t a day where we aren’t on the go. It’s great to feel like I’m conquering blindly feeling my way through different experiences as a new mom. It’s giving me new confidence that I’ll be able to take home with me.

Although I don’t really want to go home, I’m glad that our mid May return means that we will be returning to spring in full force. Spring always feels like a fresh new start and Shane and I have a few “fresh new starts” planned for our own life. So be patient and stay tuned. Eventually this blog will get back to it’s original purpose, and you’ll have to hear me ramble about what’s going on in our lives a lot less!

No One Ever Told Me…

A few days ago I was asked, “What’s the most surprising thing about being a new mom? What’s something you didn’t expect?” I quickly answered, “The lack of sleep!.”

It was my honest answer. Of course, I knew my sleep was going to be interrupted by a newborn. I knew I would be getting up every couple of hours to feed her. What I did not know is that I’d nurse my sweet baby, lovingly lay her back down in her bassinet beside our bed, and then she would proceed to gurgle, coo, snort, and wiggle for the next hour, and my mommy super hearing would ensure that I heard every. Little. Noise. Just when baby and I finally settle into a nice deep sleep, her little belly alarm clock would start the whole process again. It’s exhausting on a level I just really didn’t understand before being thrown into the midst of it.

While the lack of sleep is alarming, no doubt, I feel like I need a do-over for that question. There’s a much bigger change I didn’t see coming. It’s one of those subtle changes that builds and grows, and before you know it it’s the biggest change of all…..and it’s me. 

No one ever told me how different I’d feel after becoming a mother. Maybe no one ever told me because it’s this ambiguous, incredibly hard to explain “thing” that happens inside of you. People tell you about how there’s no love like the love you have for your kids, and you wait for it. Watch for it. You have the moments like this…


You stare at that little baby in the hospital completely amazed by her. You snuggle up on the couch with your husband and precious baby and somehow feel more complete. You have trouble putting her back down at 2:30 in the morning after you’ve nursed her, because it just feels so right to have her in your arms.

All these things are love, that I’m sure of, but what I didn’t expect was the other side of that love… The less than pretty, confusing, painful side of loving someone so completely. It took me a while to notice it, almost 8 weeks, but when it hit me, it hit me like a tsunami crashing through a city, and when the waves, and the tears, had settled I was someone completely brand new. Love changes you. 

No one ever told me I’d have to figure out who I am all over again. After years of struggling to find myself and finally succeeding, one little girl has changed it all. No one ever told me being a new mom would feel a bit like the adolescent identity crisis you conquered years ago. (Crazy hormones included.)  I didn’t know I would loose myself to motherhood. I promised I wouldn’t loose myself to motherhood. So when it happened, I was blindsided. I didn’t realize how changed I would be, or how confusing that change would feel. I knew motherhood would be a completely new journey, but I didn’t realize that my identity would also start a whole new journey. I’m now suddenly realizing just how many of these identity crisis moments motherhood will bring. No matter how strong you are, no matter how much you have figured out about yourself, no matter how prepared you are…so much of motherhood changes you.

She’ll stop breastfeeding…and I’ll have to redefine myself.

She’ll go to kindergarden…and I’ll have to redefine myself.

She’ll have her first boyfriend…and I’ll have to redefine myself.

She’ll move off to college…and I’ll have to redefine myself.

She’ll get married…and I’ll have to redefine myself.

She’ll have a baby of her own…and I’ll have to redefine myself.

I’m having to redefine myself now, and I never expected that. It’s overwhelming, it’s scary, it’s hard, it’s painful….and then she farts one of her manly farts, I laugh, and start a 10 minute conversation with her about pooping her pants….and it’s perfect. 


Current Obsessions

It has been almost 7 weeks since our sweet little girl was born. I knew that blogging was going to take a back seat for a while, but I’m slowly getting back to real life. (In-between breastfeeding every two hours and getting sucked into the cute-baby-in-my-arms time warp, of course.) Although it’s incredibly tempting, it’s important for me to not completely loose myself to mommyhood. After 6 full weeks I’ve started hitting the gym, which is incredibly embarrassing as I struggle to waddle/run a half mile tops! :/ And now I’m ready to start thinking about my own interests again, too! What better place to start than with my current obsessions?! But first…


There’s my sweet girl checking out the painting I made for her nursery! She’s my number one obsession these days.

On to the rest, though…

A few weeks ago I reached out to my Facebook world to see what kind of cleansing/moisture routine they were in love with. I was ready to adopt a new routine, and now I’m obsessed!!!

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I know I’m super late coming into the Clarisonic game but oh well, better late than never. I seriously love this thing. I got the Mia 1. Confession time….I hate washing my face. Aside from in the shower, I never used to wash my face. Something about splashing water in my face with a little bit of cleanser just felt like a waste of time, but this thing makes washing my face seem absolutely necessary. It’s made my face so much smoother and softer. I’m a big big fan!





Perricone products came recommended to me so I thought, “Why not?” I really love these products. My face is looking fantastic! Is that vain? Probably…but I figure I’m allowed to be excited about it. Perricone sold me on their packaging alone. Isn’t it pretty?



I’ve started a new leather hobby. I’ve now made 2 purses and a wallet. And while they are no where near as beautiful as the purse pictured above, I’m working towards making some really legit and beautiful leather goods. The whole thing has me totally obsessed with all leather hand bags. I love how classy and timeless this one is!



It’s no secret I’m obsessed with white! I’m loving these white on white or white on cream looks. I’m really going to need to get some white jeans and ASAP! I figure I better get my fill of the white on white look before Jolie is slinging around food. Breast milk is a creamy color. I can totally pull off this look for at least the next 6 months!






Let’s be real, though. It’s going to take a special occasion for me to put on real pants these days. I hardly ever leave the house. When I do, it’s usually to the gym and right back.



I am totally obsessed with work out gear these days, and my favorite place to buy it is at TJ Maxx. They have a ton of reasonable stuff online and in stores.





I’m obsessed with fingernail polish in general.



These matte gray nails are the absolute best, though! I have about every color in the book, but I don’t have a matte gray polish….Must. Get!!



I’m loving long duster jackets. This one from Forever21 is awesome, and I’m sure it’s cheap too! I have my very own Forever21 duster jacket, except mine is camel instead of this cream. Is is bad that I want this one too?!


This console table has me obsessed for soooo many reasons. Where do I even start? First of all, I’m in love with how the decor is generally monochromatic. So pretty. Next up, the baskets are to die for, but mostly this picture has me coveting a clear acrylic table. I’ve always always wanted one, but never saw it fitting into my style until now. I’ll be on the hunt now. I can promise you that!

Every new mommy has to get a haircut. It’s some sort of weird right of passage. I swore I wouldn’t do it, but then I wouldn’t be a really mommy now would I?

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I’ve been obsessed with long bobs, “lobs” if you will, for over a year now. I just couldn’t find the guts to do it. It’s been years since my hair has been this short. I’m still working on how to style it, but I do love it! I’m obsessed with it on these celebs!

So there it is….all my current obsessions!

Introducing Jolie Lane!

Our baby girl is here…and it’s so surreal! I was aware that pregnancy does typically result in a baby, but it just never felt real. Even when I looked like this… It was hard to grasp what my big belly meant.


Now that she’s home with us, it’s slowly sinking in that this precious little girl is our greatest and most miraculous DIY yet. We couldn’t possibly be more in love or feel more blessed than we feel right now. Through the fog and haze of sleeplessness and a little bit of terror, we’ve never been so happy.


I’ve been trying to process and really soak in the events of the last week. I want it to be a memory that always remains vivid and clear. I couldn’t think of a better way to process and relive the moments than to share it with all of you!

I was due December 1st, and by Wednesday the 3rd I was basically on the verge of tears constantly. I was beyond over being pregnant. I was having nerve pain in my back and feeling pretty uncomfortable. Not to mention, I have the patience of a two year old. I was sooooo ready and frustrated with being pregnant. I was desperate for a distraction.

I convinced Shane to go Christmas shopping with me that Wednesday. We walked all over that mall and I managed to get nearly all our Christmas shopping done. It was exhausting. By the time we left my feet ached and my body was desperate for a long nap. I’m fairly certain I had my first contraction as we were walking out of the mall. I had been getting very frequent Braxton Hicks contractions but something about this one was different. It didn’t exactly hurt, but it stopped me in my tracks. We sat on a bench for a minute while I regained my composer than headed to the car.

I really didn’t consider that I could possibly be going labor until hours later, even though the contractions continued on the drive home. I had just been to the doctor the day before and I was only dilated 1.5 centimeters. The doctor really made it seem like I could be in it for the long haul. He did strip my membranes, however. He told us that if it were going to work it would be within 48. Well, i guess it worked along with my “Shop till you pop” method.

Once we got home, I noticed I had lost my mucus plug. (TMI I know, but it’s life…literally. It’s a part of creating life.) I decided it was time to just give going into labor all my effort. I rolled around on an exercise ball, walked around the house, and walked up and down our basement steps despite my incredibly tired body. The contractions continued and quickly went from 20 minutes apart to 6 minutes apart. They also went from “Is that pain? I think this one may hurt a little.” To “Ok. These definitely hurt.” Shane, the little slave driver he is, insisted I continue walking up and down the stairs. We had left mall at 5 and it was now close to 11pm.

I just still wasn’t certain this was really it, though. We tried to go to bed but obviously my mind was somewhere else completely, and the contractions were bad enough to keep me awake. I felt the urge to get things done around the house just in case this was it. I got up and wrapped presents. Kinda silly, but it made me feel better. By this point my contractions had been every 6 minutes for over an hour. I gave the dr a call. He said it sounded like I was in labor and should go ahead and head to the hospital.

It wasn’t really until then that I considered the possibility that we might be meeting our little girl soon. We packed up and headed to the hospital. They hooked me all up and could see I was having contractions, but then they checked me and I was only 2.5 centimeters dilated. I was positive the extra centimeter had happened over the course of the last few hours, but the nurse wasn’t. They almost immediately started threatening to send me home. I was pretty determined to not go home without a baby. Shane and I walked the halls a lot that night, stopping every 4 or 5 minutes to brace myself against a wall through a contraction. Progress was really really slow. We had been at the hospital 6 hours and the nurse, who I really really loved was going home about the same time the doctor was making his rounds. I had progressed to 4 centimeters and he gave me the option of breaking my water to speed things up or go home and wait it out a bit. I could not imagine going home at that point. The contractions were really really painful so we opted to not look back and have him break my water. It wasn’t until about 9 am, after being there for 8 hours, that they officially admitted me for delivery.

Here I am after 9 hours of labor. Clearly between contractions.


The new nurse got me all situated and moved into a delivery room, and about an hour later I was given the chance to get an epidural. I admire all of you who go without it, but after watching several birth videos of births with and without it, the epidural births always looked so much more peaceful and enjoyable. I wanted to be able to somewhat enjoy the experience. After 10 hours of labor, I was really really ready for the epidural even though I was incredibly nervous about it. Turns out it wasn’t so bad and I could breathe easy again! Shane and I tried to get some rest. We had been up the entire night by that point.

The doctor finally came in and broke my water a few hours later. Things still progressed pretty slowly, but it seemed like it was going quick and easy for me, until suddenly it wasn’t… My epidural stopped working on one side of my body. I was already 8 centimeters dilated and the pain was intense. When you don’t have the epidural you feel the contractions build in intensity, but since mine just suddenly stopped working, I was just thrown into the middle of the most intensely painful contractions. I know people have babies without epidurals all the time, but I knew I wanted an epidural and I just wasn’t prepared to go without. The nurse (who was also really wonderful like the first nurse) was uncertain if the anesthesiologist would even do another since I was so far along. I was terrified and overwhelmed. Everything was going so well and now I was worried I was going to have to go without an epidural for the remainder of the labor. Luckily, the anesthesiologist took pity on me and did do another. It was pretty uncertain if it would even work because we didn’t really know why the first one stopped working, I was a bit traumatic to go through the epidural again. Especially during intense contractions. The anesthesiologist call me a “hot mess.” Hahaha ‘i was a hot mess. My hair was completely matted, I had lost one sock, and not handling the pain very well. Thank goodness for that anesthesiologist. He was great! Luckily, the second epidural worked. I did have some spells of low blood pressure, which made me really nauseous, but I was much much more comfortable. By the time the whole epidural process was done and they were able to steady my blood pressure, it was time to push. By the time we were pushing, our original nurse was back. She was so amazing. I really couldn’t say enough good things about her. She took such good care of me after delivery, and made me feel so comfortable with all the poking and prodding. I can imagine that experience not being nearly as nice with someone you weren’t feeling comfortable with. She was amazing, though, and in my head we are now best friends. Haha. Anyway… we were 21 hours into labor, and I was seriously amazed that I was ready to push! My doctor says there is some heredity to labor. My mom went overdue at least a couple of weeks and had to be induced for all 4 of her deliveries, and my sister had to be induced and had over a 30 hour labor and delivery. Here I was ready to push 21 hours after going into labor completely on my own. Call me cheesy, but I was so so so proud of my body. I really felt so empowered. After a few days of perspective and recovery, I told Shane that delivering our baby girl was one of the most amazing experiences I have ever had and I have to say I sort of loved it.

I only had to push for an hour, and then they handed me our beautiful baby girl. The pushing was so surreal and the hour flew by. I sobbed when they put our baby on my chest. I knew I would cry, because throughout the entire pregnancy I teared up just thinking about the moment they handed me my sweet girl. But I ugly cried, out loud, uncontrollably. It was such an amazing moment with such intense emotions. I know I will remember that moment for the rest of my life.


Jolie is a perfect, healthy little girl. She was a big 8lbs 7oz and 21 inches long. I kind of had the feeling she might look like Shane, but it turns out she looks like me. My mom brought me my baby book, and our baby pictures are very similar. we think she may have Shane’s eyes and can’t wait to see how she changes and develops over the next few months.

Going Home!


Now on to the other nitty gritty details….

Are we getting any sleep?

Not really. She seems to have her nights and days mixed up. Shane and I took shifts last night. I got about 4 hours with a feeding in-between early in the night and then about 3 hours this morning. Shane slept about 5 hour between my sleeping. She’s not really fussy at all she just doesn’t want to be put down. It’s adorable and exhausting all wrapped up into one little package. We are hoping she will slowly figure it out. She’s already gotten a bit better.

How’s the recovery for me?

Rough… I really never thought about the recovery side for me. I figured I’d be a little sore, but “sore” doesn’t cut it. Again with the TMI, but I had Level 3 lacerations, which is apparently almost as bad of tearing as it can get. Walking, sitting, standing, pretty much everything is difficult. I have to just take things really really slow and remind myself that if the laundry doesn’t all get done…that’s ok. In fact, the laundry probably shouldn’t all get done.

The rest of my body seems to be making an awesome recovery! I really couldn’t be more thrilled with my how much my belly has gone down in only 6 days.


It’s definitely not what I used to look like, but who cares?! Besides, It’s been about 6 months since I felt this tiny! I’ll take it! I’m sure it will only get better from here. I have about 15lbs to loose, but I’m thinking that will come off pretty easily with breastfeeding. I may still be throwing out the bikini’s though. My belly skin is pretty stretched and I now have one of those weird innie/outie mom belly buttons. I’ll spare you that picture. It isn’t pretty. I’m not sure how much those things will go back to normal. Like I said, though…Who cares? It’s all well worth it.  For now I’ll just enjoy time with my new baby, and a few months down the road I’ll worry about getting back into shape.


I was incredibly nervous about breastfeeding. I’m not really sure why. I guess I had heard so much that it can be really difficult. I knew I was committed to breastfeeding, but I really worried about struggling. The good news is we aren’t struggling at all! I nursed her within a half hour of birth and she latched right on without a problem. I won’t lie…it hurt and it hurts worse now, but watching her sweet little face while I’m feeding her totally dulls the pain. She’s eating about every two hours, and I’m incredibly lucky because she’s a quick eater. It only takes us about 12 minutes for a full feeding. I was a little worried about how much she was getting so yesterday I went to a breastfeeding support group where they weighed her before and after a feeding. She got an 1.5oz in 11 minutes, and she wasn’t even as interested in that particular feeding as she usually is. It was so good to get that peace of mind and know that we were doing it right. This first time mom stuff certainly comes with a lot of feelings of doubt. She also had her first doctor appointment and was up 6oz since we left the hospital. She’s already back up to 8lbs 5oz! So, she’s definitely eating well.

Baby Blues?

I’ve had a few crying spells over nothing. Mostly, I was just feeling scared and overwhelmed. I’m feeling like I’m getting the hang of things now, though. I’m feeling really really really happy. Exhausted but happy. I’m sure we will have our days. I’m bracing myself for them, but I’m already reminding myself that you always get through those days.

How’s Shane as a daddy?

I’m pretty blown away by how well Shane is doing! I never doubted that he would be an amazing Dad, but I had no idea how naturally he’d take to it, or how into it he’d be. His first time holding her he jumped right on the opportunity for skin to skin contact. It might have even been his idea…I can’t remember, but it filled my heart to see him wanting to bond with her in that way.


He’s continued to be amazing. I’m not sure I changed a single diaper in the hospital. Since getting in and out of bed was difficult, he did it all. He even spent the majority of the nights up with her. He has still changed way more diapers than I have. He’s really doing a great job of taking care of both of us, and he spends so much time loving on and interacting with Jolie. I can tell he is really bonding with her. It’s adorable!



What’s the shape of our house now?

People that know me and the way that my house is alway tell me, “Just wait until you have kids.” I know Jolie isn’t old enough to contribute to the mess yet, but she does come with a lot of stuff and she’s a total time vacuum. I’m happy to report the house is staying clean. We’ve alway had a good routine of keeping things in order, and it’s been easy to just maintain that. There might be a bit more baby gear hanging all around than I thought I would like, but I told Shane that I kind of like it. It’s making our house feel more lived in and more like a home than ever.

Our family of 3!


We are getting newborn pictures tomorrow. I can’t wait to share them with you once we get them back from the photographer!

We’ve never been happier. Thank you to all of you who have wished us well and congratulated us on our new addition. We really do enjoy sharing this incredibly special time in our lives.

We Got the Nursery Done!!!!

So, I know I’ve been majorly MIA. I have a good excuse, though! Excuse number 1…My husband came home! We hadn’t seen each other in over a month, because his job took him to New York for several months. I’ve been enjoying time with him. Excuse number 2…I’m 38.5 weeks pregnant. If I’m not eating I’m thinking about labor and prepping for baby’s arrival! Excuse number 3…We’ve been working our buns off getting the nursery done. Literally, it’s all we did for about a week and a half straight! It has paid off and my dreams have come true! Our nursery is done BEFORE the arrival of our little girl! These are good excuses for my lack of blogging, are they not? It may get a bit hit and miss for a while now….I’m going to be busy getting used to being a new mommy! I’m here today, though. I’m ready to show you our nursery! Yay!!!

So let’s back track. This room used to be our spare bedroom. AKA “The room that mostly collected leftover stuff.”


It had looked like this at one point.


Then, I got it all cleaned out and painted a huge painting to go into the nursery.


It ended up like this, and I decided I hated it and painted over it. I’m blaming the red on crazy preggo hormones. I hate red typically!

I put together these ideas…

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And we ended up with this!





We went with a super cheap IKEA crib, because why spend money on such a short lived item? The name banner my sister made for our baby shower. We thought it was adorable so now it’s above her crib! We still have a mobile in the works. We will see if that gets done before she arrives. (I’m hoping not because I have hope she will arrive…like NOW.)

The quilt my sister made for her, as well. It’s really awesome and beautiful!


We still have to make this chair into a rocking chair…We will get around to it in the next week I think.


Above the chair is this shelf. I wanted her to have a few family pictures in her bedroom. One is of Shane and I. One is of my grandparents, and one is baby Jolie’s adorable cousin! I still have one picture frame to fill. Also on the shelf is the wooden block toy my dad made fore her. I wanted it to be seen until she’s ready to play with it, because it’s seriously beautiful.


Across the room is her changing table. We simply got an IKEA Malm dresser and put and changing pad on top. Behind it is my painting! I like it in these colors so much better. Shane made a nice wood frame for it which really sets it off.


I felt like there was a bit of an empty spot on the wall. So, I picked this rhino up at TJ Maxx. It has ended up being one of my favorite things in the room. This shot also gives you a nice close up of the planks we covered the room in. We love the way they turned out. They make the room feel so clean and fresh, and they saved up from a ton of drywall work that needed to be done to patch the walls. They were in really terrible shape.


She already has her own Christmas tree! Is it a little early? Maybe….but something about becoming a new parent is making me feel all excited about Christmas!


We are calling this the reading corner! The reality is that since this is our only other bedroom we still needed a bed for my family when they come to see her, because they all live out of town. It will also be a nice place to sit and read together down the road, though. We have three book shelfs hanging at the head of the bed.



Well, there you have it!! Baby Jolie’s nursery! Now we just wait for her to get here!