Goodbye OCD! (for now....)

As I sit here feeding my 3 month old little princess, I look around at house that looks like a hurricane came through.  I'm realizing something that I have learned in the past 3 months. Despite my OCD's... Life must go on.


I like things to have a place & unless they're being used, I prefer for these things to be in their place. My first lesson of motherhood is sometimes you just have to, as Elsa would say, let it go. I have to say, in the best possible way, that shit is hard! It truly defies an instinct!

Sometimes I bring a load of laundry from my room (upstairs) to be done (in the basement). This may as well be 3 and a half miles away! I have a basket of laundry sitting next to me as I type.

There is also the nightmare that is my guest bedroom. It's where I store things that I never seem to get around to. I have about 37 ongoing "projects" in there. Also, spiderwebs. It is where things go to die... You get it.

The day is a success if I get the dish washer unloaded and re loaded! What the hell did women do before these wonderful life changing machines?!

I often feel an inner struggle of wanting to be laying next to my actively growing bug while watching her every move vs living in a home that doesn't look like it's been through a natural disaster.

Although only 3 months of her life have passed, THREE MONTHS of her life have passed! That. went. fast! As cliche as it is, and as often as I have heard it, the dishes will still be there. The laundry basket is not going anywhere. And my 3,000 ongoing projects can wait.

The quickly passing moments with my active little babe will not always be there. On a day with no napping, it is hard to imagine, but I'm sure a day will come where I wish I could go back in time and have that napless day with my fussy baby back. So for now dirty dishes and amazing moments it is!

Mommy Hooves

I think it is safe to say, things change a little (or a lot) with your body after having a baby. I assumed this would be the case longggg before ever getting pregnant, but it comes all the way down to my feet! :(  MY FEET! I don't know if it's the extra weight I carried or the inability to reach my feet  throughout pregnancy, but one day I suddenly noticed my feet were NASTAAAY. (Not just nasty.)

I casually mention my dried up prune feet to my sister one day, who is also a new mom. "I have been hydrating, putting lotion on my feet and then socks... But my feet... are starting... to look. like. Mom's." (Sorry mom.) She acts pretty nonchalant and asks to see... I unleash the beasts and she agrees. That is when she tells me, she does not, in fact, have the same problem. I ask her to whip out her prim and proper perfect pedi, since she is a bougie b! Turns out someone was feeling a little over confident with her dry little hooves.  As she pauses for reaction, I burst into laughter.

Being I enjoy natural products, making things, and filling my extra seconds with unnecessary bull... I looked up a few different sugar scrubs on pintererest  (holy grail) and pulled together ingredients that I already had!

MOMMY FEET- SUGAAAH SCRUB
3/4 cup Sugar
1/4 cup Coconut oil
1 tbsp Honey
1 tsp Vanilla extract
15 drops Lavender oil

Directions
Warm coconut oil & honey. Pour in sugar, stir. Pour in vanilla & lavender, stir. Store in an air tight container!

If you're like my sister you'll need me to tell you how to actually apply and use the scrub... But I'm sure you all can figure it out! ;) Enjoy!

New Mama Drama

Since having a baby life has certainly changed. Usually when people tell me my hair looks nice it is because we are working with a little extra grease. "Thank you. Must be that new hair mask." When really I happen to be going on day 3 since its been shampooed. Or when I receive a text, if I answer, it's about 3 days later. Just keeping it suspenseful, obviously. So mysterious.  Usually when I tell a story I forget my point 30 seconds in resulting in a 45 minute tale of nothing as I try to find my way back.  Ask my husband, he is the lucky one who is on the receiving end of my forgetful tangents. On days that I try to wear jeans, the legging gods typically call me home. I'm becoming more and more comfortable folding laundry with a 12 pound babe on my chest (when I remember to actually start the dryer after filling it, that is), or cooking dinner while giving Ringling Brothers Circus a run for their money.

I've  always been a cryer, and by cryer I mean I sob while watching a glade candle commercial type of cryer. Since my little bug was born things have gotten extreme. Embarrassingly extreme. Holy hormones. This could be a topic in itself, so let's just leave it at that.

I have moments of loving my jiggly belly because its growth brought me the most amazing gift ever and I also have moments of sobbing (obviously) to my husband & sister because my hips are too wide to put my old jeans on. I truly truly think that motherhood also comes with a little something called split personality disorder! My prescription being some good ol' java. When I miss a dose, steer clear.

Being a mom has honestly made me a little weird.  I pray during the day that my sweet babe will sleep soundly and then I just watch her sleep on the monitor or creep into her room to watch her chest rise and fall. (Super creep.) When I'm away from her I think about the strangest things. (I.E. I wonder if amy "prescription" is making her poop hurt.... (I have actually had that thought.)) I also say some really odd shit.  "What did her poop look like?"  "Watch her hold her head up! She is so strong!"  "They should make a bottle nipple molded after the mom's nipple. I wonder if that's a thing?"  "Tummy time is so fun!"  (All actual statements!)

With all of the craziness that comes with being a new mama it is still something that I can't get over. The past 11 weeks have flown by.  I don't mind waking up in the middle of the night to fill my babe's tummy.  I don't mind jumping through hoops to make sure my little nugget is comfortable.  I don't mind holding my pee for actual hours when the situation deems necessary. I honestly don't even mind being a little bit tired 86.5% of the day (the other 13.5% are the times that I'm trying to go to sleep or stay asleep & am magically wide awake).  All of these little (but big) moments are so quickly passing and my time with my bug is truly the best time of all. (Such a mom thing to say... But seriously!) 

(An obvious baby photo post...)