To say that the days fly by with an infant, a child no less, is a complete understatement. Everyday I wake up at 5am, I blink and it’s 6pm. My day starts and ends with feeding, burping, pumping, changing diapers, take the dogs out, calming down baby, repeat. Notice, no real significant breaks. Having a baby that despises day naps severely puts a cramp in my capability to do a lot of extras. Including trying to fit in a quick workout and making AIP/Paleo grabbable food.
Don’t lie, we all have dry bumps on our skin from either weather, diet, or genetics. They’re definitely not sexy and more of a pain in then ass than anything. But it seems like no matter how much you lotion, those damn bumps remain.
Combining people not covering their mouths at work and Denver’s huge temperature swings the last few months, it was only a matter of time beforehand I got sick. As unfortunate as it is to be sick wile pregnant, there’s literally only so much sanitizing one can do.
Starting a new job, moving to a new city, and finding out that I was pregnant shortly after we arrived made moving to Denver a more difficult adjustment than we expected. Not only is the altitude hard enough to get acclimated to, but another huge part of my life that was going thru a change was my workout regimen.
Knock on wood, I haven’t gotten any new stretch marks during my first or second trimester (other than the ones that already existed on my thighs and hips). Granted, I still have a few months left, so anything is possible regardless of my current skin regimen.
Holy hell. I thought my skin was super dry during the winter. However, my 27 winters in Chicago were nothing compared to the cold weather in Denver.
Thanks to my genes, I’ve always had super thin hair, however, one thing I’ve realized over the years is that my hair growth has significantly slowed down. Not something a girl in her late twenties wants to hear.