Before I was pregnant I had never tried overnight oatmeal. The thought of cold oatmeal in the morning didn’t really sound appealing but I couldn’t have been more wrong.
When I was breastfeeding with my first baby, I had a hard time producing milk in the beginning, so I looked up ways to increase my production. Hence the previous posts on lactation cookies. I also discovered oatmeal was a great source of iron and perfect for breastfeeding moms and women in general.
The best part is that it’s easy to make. You can make batches ahead of time (I like to store them in mason jars in the refrigerator) and it’s a great way to get a healthy breakfast in when you’re a new and/or busy mom.
Below are some recipes that I’ve tried and loved but feel free to put any toppings you choose once you have the base.
1/2 cup of milk of your choice (I’m not a big milk drinker so I use Silk Almond Milk)
–Refrigerate in a jar and the next day add your toppings
Banana, peanut butter or other nut butter and honey
Apple, chia seeds or flax seeds, maple syrup, cinnamon and nutmeg
Berries, yogurt, nuts and honey
Skies the limit with this simple yet filling recipe. Give it a try and add anything healthy you like! It’s perfect for morning, noon or night!
This pregnancy I’ve been craving salads in all forms so I decided to switch it up and make a pasta salad this time. This was an old Pinterest recipe I found that I changed up a little bit. Feel free to modify and add your own spin to it. The recipe calls for mini cheese tortellini pasta but I used Barilla tri-color rotini instead.
Whatever you choose, you can’t go wrong!
For the Salad:
- 1 20 ounce package refrigerated cheese tortellini (Any type of pasta you like)
- 1 1/2 cups grape tomatoes cut in half
- 1 large cucumber chopped
- 1 cup kalamata olives pit removed and chopped (I used black olives)
- 1/2 red onion chopped (I skipped the onions this time around)
- 3/4 cup crumbled feta cheese
For the Dressing:
- 1/4 cup extra virgin olive oil
- 3 tablespoons red wine vinegar
- 1 clove garlic minced
- 1/2 teaspoon dried oregano
- Salt and pepper to taste
–from Two Peas & Their Pod
If you try it, I would love to know what you think!
In the last series of “mommy struggles” I talked about my anxiety having more children. Well, I’m happy and overwhelmed and excited and nervous to say that I will be learning firsthand what it means to be a mom of 2. I’m now 16 weeks pregnant and boy, is this pregnancy different than the last. For one thing, those anxieties about how I’m going to handle more children is less of a (scary) dream and becoming my reality. The hardest part is not the pregnancy itself, it’s my expectations and my insecurities about whether or not I’ll be able to handle 2 kids. Which was pretty much he hardest part of my first pregnancy. The answer: of course, I will, right? People have babies everyday. 2 and 3 and sometimes even 6! Surely, I can handle 2 kids under 3….
This pregnancy itself has been pretty easy. Some nausea and sickness in the beginning but now that I’m in the second trimester, I feel pretty good. I’m still exhausted and even more so than last time since I have a toddler to take care of this time around, but other than that I can’t complain. So I won’t. I’ll only say that I’m thankful and feeling very lucky to be able to have another baby and to get double the love that I’ve already been blessed to receive. But I’m still tired and cranky. Sorry, I can’t help myself.
I guess what I want to convey is that the struggles we have as moms a lot of the time is pressure we put on ourselves. As women and as mothers. All the worry and anxiety about being able to have another baby was for nothing. God only gives you what you can handle, right? So apparently I’ve got this mom of 2 gig in the bag 😉
17 weeks pregnant!
One of my favorite pieces of work out equipment is the Bosu Ball. I love when you can do a million exercises on 1 thing. It’s easy to use and transport, while still being tough on you!
For these exercises shown below, I usually do this as part of a complete hour workout. Which means if I’m doing a circuit workout, I may run for 5 mins, then do strength exercises for 10mins, run for 5 then do something else. This Bosu workout below is the something else. Each exercise is done at my own pace, as many reps as possible for 30-45secs and I do it twice.
Have you tried the Bosu lately? You’ll be glad you did once you start.
In this “struggle series” I wanted to discuss my anxiety about having more children. I’m not sure if anyone else has ever felt this way after having kids, but now that it’s time for us to start trying for another baby, I can’t help but be nervous that my pregnancy will be difficult or I’ll have preeclampsia again. I guess it’s like any new endeavor: going to a new school, moving to a new city, starting a new job. All of those things bring that same uncertainty of the unknown, but somehow you rise to the challenge and come out ok, sometimes better than before.
Not to mention I’m 35 now and according to modern medicine once you’re over 35 you’re too old to have kids. My doctor is wonderful, however and relays the basics but doesn’t dwell on it. She cuts to the chase, yes I’m 35 and it might be harder but it also depends on each individual and each pregnancy is different, so bottom line is I shouldn’t worry. I can’t help it though, I’m a natural worrier.
I’m also stuck on trying to lose the last 15lbs of post-baby weight so that I don’t start off heavier the second time around. That means more consistent exercising, healthier meals and staying more active. Fall is slowly approaching us here in the south so that means hopefully we can do more things outside, take more walks and enjoy the outdoors. It’s a constant battle between wanting to sleep and wanting to workout. It never used to be this hard but I’m not giving up.
So what else is there to do? Well if I can’t worry I’m going to focus on the positive. I’m going to continue to work out, try to eat healthy and let things happen naturally. If I’m meant to have another baby, I will. Meanwhile I have the most amazing son and husband and family and I’ll continue to try and be the best mother and wife I can be. I guess that all any of us can do!
My cute little family at Disneyworld 👆🏽
What happens when the frustration really sets in and those last few pounds you want off stick around longer than you thought? I’m having a hard time getting back to a healthier weight or a healthier weight for me. I know, I know. I tell my clients all the time. It’s not so much about the number but more how you feel and how your clothes feel. Well, I feel like crap and my clothes are still tight. I could blame all the normal things to blame: the fact that I had a baby, I’m exercising and nothing is happening, I’m watching what I eat. What else is there? In reality I only have myself to blame. Yes, I had a baby. 2 years ago! And there are millions of women who have had babies and are able to lose the weight they want. Yes, I am exercising but not as intensely as I used to. Mainly because I’m so tired. And the eating…let’s just say the weekends are definitely my downfall.
I think the key thing to take away from this is that I shouldn’t compare how easy or hard it is for me to lose weight to other moms who have have done in less or more time. I am constantly coming to terms with the fact that I gave birth and it was not as easy as I thought it would be. And that’s ok. Now it’s what am I going to do about it? The answer is never give up. I’m going to keep at it and try different things, because let’s face it: my body is different. So the same things that used to work for me pre-baby may not work now post-baby.
Stay tuned for more on my journey and some new workouts that I’m trying that might work for you.
I’ve been struggling with how to start this post and how I was going to explain what exactly I mean by this statement. I never thought much about my search for a doctor, mainly because I was rarely sick and just went to whoever: urgent care, a recommendation from a friend. Until I got pregnant, and saw how important it is to have the right doctor. I saw firsthand how incredibly important it is to have someone you trust, someone who is on the same page as you in terms of what you will and won’t do, someone you are entrusting your life with to have your best interest at heart. That’s hard to do. Doctors see so many patients and deal with so much. They can be amazing. Or they can be the worst. How can you be sure they actually care about you? This isn’t important only for expecting mothers but for anyone who may be feeling out of sorts or might need a basic check-up.
Healthcare is something we know is important but that we all take for granted until it’s absolutely necessary. We as a society don’t focus on health enough. My mom used to tell me that without your health, what do you have? And she’s right. How can you work and enjoy the things you work for, enjoy your family, your friends without being healthy and feeling your best? You can’t. And I mean overall health too. Your mental as well as the physical. I could write for hours debating the benefit of each but I just wanted to give my opinion using my past pregnancy.
I’ve written before about my troubles with pre-eclampsia before. I was fortunate enough to have gotten it late in my pregnancy so I only had to deliver about 9 days earlier than my due date. What I didn’t realize was how I didn’t know anything about pre-eclampsia other than what you find on google. I was always pretty healthy and had low to normal blood pressure so I wasn’t a high risk pregnancy and no one thought anything of it. I also didn’t factor in that my doctor would send me to be admitted and then go on vacation with her family and not deliver my baby. Or that they would discharge me only to have me go back in days later because my baby developed jaundice. Or that I would get pneumonia and still be severely swollen a week after delivering. None of these factors could have been predicted. What I did have a choice in was how it was handled and who my doctor was. I went through a couple of doctors after that, trying to find one that I felt comfortable with and finally settling on the actual doctor who delivered my baby. I tried to complain about how I was treated but it fell on deaf ears and I didn’t try hard enough. I was too exhausted with having a new baby and feeling so bad, I gave up on pursuing the lack of care I received. It was traumatic to say the least, but the one good thing that resulted from this medical disaster (other than my healthy baby) was I found a renewed sense of power. Over my body, over my life. I was a mom now. And I was responsible for someone other than myself. I wasn’t going to let anyone tell me or force me to do something I wasn’t comfortable with from now on. Not my husband, not a family member, no one.
Not everyone has that luxury or is that lucky. And I’m thankful for every lesson I’ve learned and continue to learn. I’ve met and talked to so many young women who had similar or worse experiences than me and it’s unsettling. We have to demand more from our community, our doctors, from our government when it comes to healthcare because as a society if one is sick then we all are. We’re all here living on this planet together.
And we deserve better when it comes to how we view our health and others. So please, do your research and take your health seriously no matter what.