It’s no secret that my pregnancy did NOT go as planned.
I had high hopes to exercise continually throughout the process of growing my girl. I wanted to progress (or at least not digress!). I wanted to be a “fit mom” and a good role model. A success story!
It’s frustrating how things can turn into something completely different.
Ten weeks into our pregnancy, I started bleeding. A month after that, I was diagnosed with Chronic Placental Abruptions and was classified as a “high-risk” pregnancy. The bleeding and cramping only progressed. It was so bad, that I was bedridden for the entire month of September.
The cramping slowed down (thankfully), but the bleeding only continued to get worse. My baby was unharmed, but my body was a mess. I was forbidden to do anything active besides light walking. No exercise of any kind. No sex. No fun!
I was constantly tired and weak from the loss of blood. A flight of stairs would knock me out, and I spent most of my days in bed.
On December 8th, I stood up and a huge rush of blood poured out my body. I rushed to labor and delivery, where they discovered I was dilated to 2cm and 75% effaced. They immediately threw me into an ambulance and sent me to a hospital that was better equipped to handle premature babies.
I was barely 24 weeks along.
The goal was to keep baby girl inside for as long as possible. Each passing day brought huge developmental milestones, so every moment was critical to her survival.
On December 16th, she decided to jump into the world. I was rushed into surgery for an emergency c-section at 8:50 am. She joined our family at 9:26 am- 25 weeks & 5 days along, 2 lbs, 13 inches long, and as beautiful as could be.
The months following were just as frightening as that terrifying Friday. Each day brought on new challenges and medical hurdles.
Thankfully, our girl has fought through each one.
We hope to have her home with us by the end of this month- an anxiously anticipated homecoming! Alas, only time will tell.
With all the stress of the NICU life, it’s no surprise that my routines were completely shattered. My life was in survival mode, and my health was tossed aside. Now that things are relatively stable, it’s time to put my health back into focus and take care of ME.
You know the drill… Everything related to tonight’s episode will be tagged #got spoilers, #got s7 and #got lb along with my usually #hbo got tag! My PM’s are open for anyone who wants to screech with me :)
Going against what is DEFINITELY my better judgement and best interest, here we are for another week… Everything related to tonight’s episode will be tagged #got spoilers, #got s7 and #got lb along with my usually #hbo got tag!
My PM’s are open for anyone who wants to screech with me :)
When I met my boyfriend I was weighing 242 lbs. I had low self-esteem and I never thought I would have a chance with him anyway, he was beautiful and was surrounded by thinner girls. Poor me, uh? Well, I was wrong. He loved me for what I am and for what I’m not, too. He loved my stretch marks and my cellulite. He saw me crying many times because somehow I thought I’d lose him for being overweight and he always showed that he wasn’t worried about it and that his love was beyond appearances. I was hurting him with my low self-esteem. I remember one day I said that I felt like crap because I didn’t look like a model and he cried saying it hurt when I say these things because when he said I was beautiful was not a lie and he had no reason to lie just to make me happy. He really believed that I was beautiful. Then I lost almost 88 lbs along way and he was supportive all the time. Of course he has fantasies about other women and these women are certainly more beautiful than I am but he always make me feel beautiful and safe and this is priceless. Look, bb, I’m 22 and I had my first boyfriend this year and I saw all my beautiful friends dating and I thought it would never happen to me because I was fat and now I understand the problem was with me and not with others. And the problem wasn’t because I was fat but because I thought being fat was a crucial factor to have or not a boyfriend. That’s the problem and you have to solve it. However, if someone tell you that doesn’t want you because of your weight you can honestly tell them to fuck themselves. You don’t need a boy. You need a real man.
Okay but what if one time Nathanael was doodling Marinette or something, then someone came up to see what he was drawing. And, in a panic of someone seeing he was drawing a classmate, he quickly draws a ladybug mask over her and says he’s drawing Ladybug. Then later he looks at the picture and flips out because holy shit Mari is Ladybug
The unique EcoBoost engine in the all-new Focus RS will produce 350 horsepower along with 350 lb.-ft. torque. And yet even with all that torque, the manual-only hot hatch will be especially forgiving in the event a driver stalls the engine, as Focus RS will debut with a trick feature called stall recovery. In other words, there will be no need for drivers to manually restart the engine or move the gear selector to neutral as the innovative technology allows the driver to simply push the clutch back in after a stall and the engine will restart.
The output the Focus RS engine achieves is due to its all-new low-inertia twin-scroll turbocharger with a larger compressor wheel that delivers more airflow and power throughout the rev range. Peak turbocharger boost is 23.2 psi.