My mom threw me a baby shower in Los Angeles last weekend for family, with the help of my sister and my best friend. It was at the Alcove restaurant in Los Feliz, my favorite little area of LA and where I would want to live if we ever moved back to southern California. We had a private back house to ourselves which was the perfect set up. I took no pictures, but my sister and mom took a few and I’m stealing them for this post.
Almost all of my local aunts and cousins were able to make it. Nice to see everyone, since I have no idea when we’ll manage to get back down to the area. The food was really good. I had french toast, after my mom pointed out making sure that she had several paleo options on the menu for me. Thanks mom, but my own baby shower is a once in a lifetime event and I went with dessert for brunch. (And to be honest, then regretted it because the Cobb salad looked amazing.)
We played two games and had some great conversations. It’s always fun to hear about my aunts’ experiences and how things have changed over the years. Everyone very generously showered the baby with gifts, including this little toddler USMNT uniform. He or she will be styling for many of the 2018 World Cup qualifying games.
Somehow my mom found a place that would host a strawberry shortcake bar for dessert (my absolute favorite, followed closely by carrot cake). Even though I felt a little weird and shaky after my french toast (I do not do well with sugar), I took down a delicious piece of strawberry shortcake. A big thank you to my mom for making it a fun and special morning for me and the martian. 
For one of the games, in which everyone wrote down advice, my mom had my sister take a picture of me with each guest. Here are just a few (SIL, sister, mom, aunt, aunt, bestie). I am cracking up because when I looked through all 20 or so of them, the only one in which I have “sorority arm” is with Lauren. It must just be engrained in me that when I pose with her I need to pop the elbow. I’d also like to thank everyone for coordinating well with my outfit. 
My sister and I shared a hotel room on Saturday night and I got to spend the afternoon and evening with this little guy. Is he not adorable? He is talking like crazy (even says “Aunt Beth”!) and is obsessed with trucks and cars. We took him for frozen yogurt for dinner (because when your nutritionist aunt comes to town, what else would you eat for dinner?) then hung out in our hotel. He made a game of surprising us from the closet while I failed miserably at teaching my sister how to knit. Apparently right handed knitting does not translate easily to left handed, or I’m a terrible instructor. Or both.
We turned the light out at 9 to get Maks to bed, thinking we’d turn on the TV once he was out. Next thing I knew it was 6:30am. Two preggos and a toddler really know how to party. Though Maks did ask for a beer at one point after my sister said no to milk. One of us was trying for some fun.
The nursery is coming along slowly but surely. I think we’ll make a lot of progress now that the new carpet is in and the Thanksgiving holiday is over. I can’t wait to see how my vision for the room comes together (hopefully well!) and share pictures. I went on a small shopping spree for martian. Lucky for our bank accounts, there is only so much gender neutral clothing one wants to buy. And we’ve had some friends share their gender neutral newborn and 0-3 month hand-me-downs which has been awesome.
I already mentioned that I got in a little trouble at my last appointment for weight gain, but other than that nothing exciting to report. I passed my gestational diabetes (I chose to prick my finger after every meal for a week instead of drinking the stuff) and iron tests. Check out that growth in these four weeks. No wonder I’m having trouble bending to tie or zipper my shoes!















I should address weight. No, I am not trying to lose weight. I realize the martian will keep on growing and chances are I will gain weight on this Whole30. That is totally fine with me as my goals are all around improving energy and digestion (and ditching the red bumps from eczema). I don’t typically weigh myself at home, but I did have a midwife appointment on day 1 (coincidentally) and will have another one in the final days of this Whole30. Knowing that what the scales says for this Whole30 is not important, I specifically called out the five items above to have something other than weight to compare at the end of my 30 days.
During week 13 I went back to work after my sabbatical. I went back on a Wednesday which made it slightly less painful, though it was still hard. The fatigue was going strong and I was generally exhausted from nearly three weeks of travel. As my sister pointed out, at least I had pretty nails.
I started prenatal yoga at 13 weeks and I love it. It’s not a ‘tough’ workout, but stretching and focusing for 75 minutes once or twice a week has really been a great outlet. I haven’t met many women yet due at the same time, but I’m hoping as we get closer more will start attending. I also started walking more, especially around Green Lake with Alfred, and doing Barre3 prenatal workouts online. I feel really good when I workout and eat well. I don’t when I don’t. Funny how that works.



There is one member of the family who might not be super thrilled. This is the face I imagine he makes when he thinks about losing his only child-hood. He followed me around like crazy the first few weeks of my pregnancy, and did the same thing with the first pregnancy as well. It’s interesting because he is WAY more into Greg than me normally.




