RIP Pancakes Magee

It is with a completely broken heart that I share that our beloved pet bunny, Pancakes, passed on Saturday, 10/23/2016. I like to picture him hopping into my Papa’s lap (since, you know, he’s dead, too). Or hopping excitedly behind Jesus, while eating apple slices or cilantro. Or something like that. 

All dogs go to heaven, but do all rabbits? 

I hope so. 

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rip-pancakes

 

We got Pancakes in 2010. We had baby fever but knew we weren’t ready for a family. We fostered a dog for night, but with our schedules, we felt we’d be doing a dog a disservice by not being able to give him the love and care that a dog would need. 

We were watching the O.C. at the time, and Summer gets a pet bunny. Jonathan had had rabbits as a kid. But nonetheless, I wanted to do my own research. I discovered that rabbits are crepuscular – meaning they are active most in the mornings and in the evenings. Perfect for our schedule! We fell in love with Pancakes the minute we met him. We also stole the name from the OC, but our Pancakes looks much more like a “Pancakes” than Summer’s did. Don’t you think??

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Pancakes was about 2 years old when we adopted him, but to us, he never looked like a rabbit. He always had a baby face and looked like a bunny. He loved apples and cilantro, and he HATED carrots. 

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Pancakes was smart and inquisitive. He would lick Jonathan’s forehead, and jump up on the futon for pets while I was studying for school. 

A few times, we were careless with the pet gates, and he would get out and hide somewhere and we would have to lure him back to his cage with food because he hated being picked up. 

Pancakes was my first, and thus far, only pet. I can’t imagine a better one.

I wish I had more eloquent words, but honestly, my heart is just broken. He was old, and in so much pain, and I know that now he is at peace. 

Pancakes, you were more than just a pet to us. You were our friend. We will never, ever forget you. 

Real Life – Part I

I’ve struggled a lot about how to share about my beautiful son and my maternity leave. I’ve wanted to write beautiful posts about how perfect he is, how much joy he’s brought to our lives, how great everything is. But I’ve always wanted to be “real” – and lately I’ve felt really convicted to share the real, true, messy, beautiful, hard, amazing story of how God blessed us with this sweet little nugget. And that, I think, requires rewinding all the way to 2013…. 

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April 2013, One of my favorite pictures of us after running a half marathon

A lot of people know, but a lot of people also don’t know, that it took us a long time to get pregnant. We started trying to have kids in July of 2013. I was in the best physical shape of my life. We were financially stable. We had been married 5 years and had a home with empty bedrooms just waiting to be filled with children. I thought it might take some time based on family history, but I was still filled with joy, surety, and excitement when my my period was late. The test came back negative, but I read that early tests can be wrong. I was having strange body symptoms.  I was so sure. We acted as though we were sure, too. Eleven weeks later and we were now sure of something else – that my body just wasn’t working right. Still no cycle, and still all negative tests. On Halloween of 2013, I went to the gyno and was told in a “hurry up I have more appointments” sort of way that I wasn’t ovulating, that I was being prescribed progesterone to get me cycling again, and that I could start clomid in January. This doctor did not know me, barely took my medical history, and was super quick to try to fix our problems with prescription drugs. I felt uncomfortable. Jonathan felt uncomfortable. After a lot of conversation and prayer, we decided we wanted to try for 12 cycles (the one year normally requested by doctors before putting someone on fertility drugs) before we went down that road. The progesterone got me cycling again, but it wasn’t until nearly February that I felt that my body was cycling the way it normally does. 

Spring of 2014, I had put on some weight between emotional eating from feeling disappointed about how things were going. I also started pursuing natural remedies for the way I was feeling and fertility, feeling really turned off by the medical world and feeling rushed into fertility drugs. Things like intense diets and restrictive eating plans.  We were using ovulation strips to try to plan our family and more cycles than not, I never got a single positive ovulation test. I also had some trips planned for late 2014 and early 2015 that I definitely wanted to go on. So we started figuring out which cycles would land my pregnancy where I could still go on the trips and which would put me too late or just having had a baby. We only tried on cycles where the timing would be convenient – assuming a totally normal and healthy pregnancy. I also used those months to work hard on my physical and emotional health. That was the same year that, frustrated with his career, Jonathan decided to quit his job and start freelancing from home. I went to Australia in May of 2015, and with my 30th birthday staring me in the face, I decided there was no longer anything that I wanted more than to start my family, and we decided to not skip any more cycles. Over the last two years, we had tried for 12 cycles – keeping in mind that I have a long cycle and had several months where I didn’t ovulate or have a period at all. 

We also started praying intentionally about what our family would look like. We felt strongly like we were meant to have children, but started talking about how far would we want to go down a fertility journey if we went that route. We decided that summer that if we were not pregnant by January of 2016, that we would be willing to discuss and consider taking fertility increasing drugs, such as Clomid.  We also decided that we would start the process to become foster parents and begin exploring adoption. We both agreed that pursuing our own children past fertility drugs was not the right option for us. 

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My mouth is always closed in pictures when I’m not wearing my fake teeth…hah! 

In June of 2015, things sort of took a strange turn for us when I was in a small boating accident which resulted in my teeth being knocked out. I was physically out of the office for several weeks and had tons of appointments to get my back to sort of human. I had to get two root canals, have two teeth rebuilt, and a set of dentures made for my front teeth. The dentures are large and bulky. I didn’t look or feel like myself. I gained more weight between being inactive and stress eating and living on pudding. But, with all the appointments I was making, I decided we should have a general practitioner and that I should find a new gyno. I found Dr. Senciboy at Balanced Care for Women on Olive. I made an appointment. Even though I didn’t want to think about Clomid until January, and definitely not until I felt more like myself, I wanted to have a physician who had some sort of history and relationship with me. She was amazing. The first time I met with her, she sat down, and asked me to tell her about myself. She listened. She heard me. A few things from our conversation stuck out to her: 1. family history of type II diabetes 2. how I’d been feeling in my body and how I keep it in check with a low carb diet. She asked if she could run some bloodwork and get back to me. Long story short, she prescribed me Metformin – a drug frequently used to treat diabetes. 

I was faithful but not hopeful about the Metformin. Faithful that God knew his plan for our children. Confident in our plans to move forward in January.  I had a huge project at work that was keeping me busy and in the office longer than usual. The recommended dosage of Metformin made me feel dizzy and nauseous. I couldn’t work like that, so I was taking 1/3 of the dosage my doctor thought would be effective. I spoke with my doctor and she said we could work on slowly ramping up my dosage over the next 3-4 cycles, but so not to be discourage when it didn’t happen immediately. 

During this time, we also scheduled my implant surgery to work on getting my teeth back – a bone graft from my hip to my mouth. Jonathan and I spoke at length about skipping that cycle, so as not to interfere with surgery. Something my mom had told me throughout this whole journey, “When you’re really ready, nothing will get in the way,” stuck out in my mind. We both felt that the likelihood that we would get pregnant was extremely low based on history and the fact that I was barely taking the Metformin I was prescribed anyway. I specifically prayed and felt that God was telling me to stop trying to control things, to let His plan be. We decided to move forward with trying to conceive, both of us feeling like there was no way it would just magically work on the first cycle without really taking the meds.

One week before surgery, on a plane ride back from Baltimore where I had been visiting my sister to celebrate her birthday, I had a dream that I took a pregnancy test. I took one that morning, and it was positive! . And so began our pregnancy journey…

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Our first peek at Joshua…

 

Julep’s August Wonder Maven is MY SISTER! + GIVEAWAY!

*This post is in no way sponsored by Julep.* 

Subscription boxes feel like the latest trend that isn’t going away. And I’m okay with that. I love subscription boxes. I’ve done a wide variety of themes and companies, but the one I keep keepin’ on with is the Julep Maven box.  If you’re unfamiliar with Julep, it’s a beauty brand that started out as a nail polish company but has since branched into other make up and beauty products such as face masks, lip sticks, eye shadows, etc. 

A few things that make Julep different:

  • Julep’s founder and CEO is a woman, which is (sadly) a big deal in today’s society. She also strives to be accessible via meet ups in cities across the country and live chats on social media. I love that a beauty company has a CEO that is inspiring to other women. 
  • Along those same lines, Julep’s “thing” is being “brave pretty.” Basically, being “pretty” is what any individual decides it is. Their social media campaigns are always asking customers to tell them how they define brave pretty. I love that. 
  • Subscription boxes are more flexible than other companies. You can select a pre-curated box, or you can select your own items. If you aren’t feeling the items in any month, you just skip it. You can also shop the products outside of the subscription boxes, and there are periodic campaigns with mystery boxes where you have no idea what you’re getting. Essentially, there’s a little something for everyone. 

So what’s the point of this blog post besides free advertising for a company I love? Well, every nail polish has a woman’s name. And every month, there is a Wonder Maven polish. This polish is named after a specific woman. Awhile ago, I nominated my sister, Alysha, to be a Wonder Maven and did a quick write up on why I think the should be selected. Guess what?

Julep picked her!!!!!! They featured her on their blog and it’s so exciting! Check out the post and why they picked Alysha! Spoiler – I get a shout out in the post. 🙂 

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Meet August’s Wonder Maven

 

Also, the polish is LOVELY. 

http://www.julep.com/alysha-wonder-maven.html

I am so excited and so proud that I am giving away one ALYSHA polish to celebrate my awesome sister! I may also throw in some other freebies.. you never know 😉 

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To Enter – comment below and tell me how you #bravepretty or share a story about a woman who inspires you! 

WE HAVE A WINNER!!! Using random.org, Megan was selected as the winner!  Megan, I am sending you an email to the account you tied to your comment right now. Reply with your address so I can send you your prize! 

 

 

Happy Mother’s Day – a tribute to MY Mom :)

This morning, my hubby surprised me  with a gift certificate to my favorite massage location for a series of three massages to wish me a happy Mother’s Day. This is the first time those words have ever been directed at me, and it felt really amazing and somewhat surreal. To me, Mother’s Day has always been 100% about celebrating the greatest mother I have ever known – who is obviously my own!  But this year, as I’m thinking about what sort of mother I will be, I realize that there are so many things that my mom has done well, and that I am lucky to have a perfect Mom role model to help me shape my own parenting. 

Mom taught me it’s okay to not be perfect. 

My mom is a chill, laid back sort of lady. I look at pictures from middle school, hair a mess and clothes ill fitted, and I ask my mom, “How could you let me go out looking like that??”  My mom shrugs at me and says, “You were happy – who was I to criticize?”  That’s the sort of mom my mom is.

When we were preparing for my wedding, I teasingly asked her what she was going to make – the cake? The dress?  Jonathan’s mom made all sorts of things for her daughter’s wedding. My mom responded, glibly, “Honey, the only thing I make is phone calls.”  Yet, I remember doing all sorts of crafts with her when we were kids. We painted tshirts and made barrettes and created ocean  paintings for school art contests. Looking back, I know these things were no Picassos, but not being the best artist or crafter never stopped Mom from doing something fun with us. She didn’t worry about things like that. 

Mom always pushed me.

I went through a rough time with my mom for awhile in my late teenage years. She was always making me do things that made me wildly uncomfortable. She made me sign up for Mock Trial. She made me leave the freaking state for college!  What I understand much better now, at age 30, is that Mom could see the areas where I needed growth, and she pushed me into situations that made me grow. Before Mock Trial, I was extremely shy. I would come home and tell Mom about all of my frustrations, but I would never stand up for myself. She could see that. By the end of high school, I was a confident public speaker who could express her ideas and thoughts. Socially, though, I was still most comfortable with my set group of friends. Even when some of those friendships were turning toxic, I hung onto them because again, being shy, it was easier to put up with bad friendships than have to start over.  Mom saw that and saw that being forced to try something new and meet new people would be good for me. As I tried to choose between Ohio State – where most of my friends were going! – and the University of South Carolina, Mom counseled me to go to USC. She said if I hated it, I could always transfer, but at least give it a try.  As usual, Mom is always right. I attribute most of my successful characteristics to the way Mom gently, or not-so-gently, forced me out of my comfort zone. (Of course, Dad was a huge part of these pushes as well, but Father’s Day is around the corner and he’ll get his own post. 🙂 )  

My problems were never too small for Mom.

I used to love when Mom would make dinner. I’d be the first to volunteer to help, because I would get Mom’s listening ear for an hour, away from my sisters and my dad and the news and what’s going on with the world. I remember sitting on a step stool in her kitchen, shredding lettuce for salad, and telling her all of my problems. Granted, sometimes Mom’s advice was, “Why do you care what other people think?”  or “Sasha, you just need to relax.”  Even when her advice was less action oriented, Mom never made me feel silly for worrying about things. And as anyone who knows me well, knows, I am a huge worrier! Since becoming pregnant, Mom has been my most frequent phone call, and she has patiently mothered me through my own worries of becoming a Mom. Of course, now that I am older and less sensitive, Mom has taken to sassily giving me “real talk” and telling me not to sweat the small stuff! Nevertheless, she still listens and she still responds to my “911” texts and calls – even when they are far less than emergencies. 

My Mom was the fun Mom.

The way I feel about my Mom is perfectly captured by this exchange I had with a teacher in high school once. Our teacher was looking for chaperones for a weekend trip, and immediately after class I went to her desk and said, “My mom will do it!”  She looked at me, and said, “I usually have to call and beg parents to do this stuff. Wait, you actually WANT your own Mom to come?”  My response was, “Of course! Mom will love to come and she’s the best!”  The truth was, my mom knew how to interact with both other parents and with other kids. She had a way of being chill and laid back and not in our business, but still setting boundaries and rules that let us know we couldn’t mess with her. Because there was respect and trust, we didn’t want to disappoint her and get in trouble. (Also, I was an angel 😉 ) On the flip side, she was NOT a helicopter Mom, following us around and asking us if we needed to use the restroom or if we washed our hands. I absolutely loved when Mom chaperoned things, all the way through prom, because my Mom was way better than anyone else’s. She used to let me have parties in our basement- the perfect hang out spot with a TV and a foosball table. She wouldn’t come down and  “check” on us, per se, but she would come down with hot, fresh pizza rolls! I want to be clear, when I say my mom was the fun mom, I don’t mean my mom was that TV-style fun-mom buying booze or letting us do whatever we want. But I do mean that Mom had a way of making everyone feel welcome and included, of letting us be kids and have fun and make a mess, and always being there for us. 

Another example is this one time, Mom took me for a haircut and it turned out awful. Really awful. She let me ditch class the next day and instead took me to get the cut adjusted and then took me over to the local drug store to pick out all the butterfly clips I could carry to help turn my nightmare into something more palatable. Or how Mom would sit and play Nintendo with us for hours. Or drive us to Columbus for a concert and sit at a nearby McDonald’s reading her book for hours waiting for us to be ready to go home. Which leads me to…

Mom never made it about herself. 

Last piece of cake? You have it, dear. Concert in Columbus?  Of course I’ll drive you. Nothing to wear?  Let’s go spend hours shopping for you at the mall. No I don’t need anything.  Fighting with friends? Let’s rent a movie and order a pizza, me, you and your sisters. It wasn’t until I was much older that I realized my mom rarely asked for anything. She was always there, always available, and always putting her kids first. 

Mom never met a stranger.

My mom was THAT lady who talks to everyone. As a kid, I was so embarrassed by the way she would strike up conversation with anyone around her. In the grocery store check out line. At the library. Heck, in the parking lot!  But Mom taught me how to be friendly, warm, and polite no matter what situation I was in. My mom is such a warm, generous, kind person, that other people gravitate towards her. Speaking of those parties I used to have where we’d play games or watch movies in the basement – inevitably one of my friends would go missing and I’d find them in the kitchen, just talking to Mom. 

 

I could go on and on about the amazing woman that my mom is, and all the ways that she has supported, loved, shaped, and grown not only myself, but my whole family. But my mom is also not the overly emotional type, so instead, I’ll share a few of my favorite funny stories and a few pictures. 🙂 

Why Mom Won’t Share a Soda With Me

I was around five years old and we were on a long car trip. Mom was sharing her soda with me, and we took a refill to go in the car. After awhile, Mom commented, “I’m surprised there’s so much left with both of us drinking out of it!” Proudly, I told Mom, “Mom! I have a secret way of making it last!”  My mom gave me a hilarious, skeptical look that I will never, ever forget. She slowly says, “Whaaaat isss it?”  I grin, and tell her, “I just swish it in my mouth and put it back!”  I don’t think Mom will ever 100% trust sharing a drink with me again…. 

That Time Mom Didn’t Explain Babies to Me

When my mom was pregnant with my little sister, Alysha, she kept telling me I was getting another sister. Another sister. Now, I had an older sister, and I knew I was a sister. (I was not quite four at this time.) So I knew the new sister would be littler than me. But Mom neglected to really explain to me that this new sister would be a BABY and that BABIES don’t do anything. Imagine my complete, utter disappointment when my new would-be-playmate came home and was a red, crying, thing that couldn’t do anything. Cue months of me daily asking my mom, “Is she big enough to PLAY WITH YET?”  Poor Mom. 

That Time Mom Had to Taste Our Creations

My older sister, Saira, and I would sometimes be left at home while Mom, Dad, and Alysha went grocery shopping. I was in third grade and I think Saira was in sixth, so just old enough to watch me. We used to create food experiments in the kitchen. It was harmless (we didn’t use the stove), and it kept us entertained for hours. The problem for Mom was that when she got home, of course we wanted her to taste what we made! Sometimes it was fine – ice cube tray popsicles made with apple juice. One time, though, we tried to create frosting from mayonnaise and sugar. Mom had to try that, too. And, not wanting to ruin our happy weekend playtime, she would paste a smile on her face and tell us at the very least that it was “interesting.”  

Little Chef in the Making

I believe that Mom’s patience for mine and Saira’s food creations, coupled with my love of spending dinner-making time with Mom, is what started my interest in inventing recipes. Mom and I would sometimes try to re-create things we liked from restaurants. Some things were very successful – we have an excellent method for making onion strings! And some not so much – remember that time we tried to make potstickers? Epic fail! 

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Me and Mom – based on the date, I was 2.5 years old. 🙂 May, 1988.

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Charleston, SC, in 2007. This was before selfie-ing was a thing!  

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May 25, 2008. I think I look like Mom. 🙂 

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Arizona, Winter of 2009.Love those glasses! 

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Alysha, Dad, Mom, Me – Australia, May 2015. 

I don’t have a ton of pics of Mom because she doesn’t love to have her picture taken, but I think these few show her genuineness, her beautiful smile, her laughter, and her joy in her kids and family! There is literally nothing I could do to show Mom how very much I love her and how much she means to me. Thank you for being you and for everything you do!!!!!!

 

LOVE YOU, MOM!

 

 

Chunky Monkey Protein “Milk Shake”

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As I’ve mentioned, Saturday morning is my favorite morning to experiment with breakfast! With gestational diabetes, most of my favorite breakfasts are a no-go, and I’ve been trying to get more protein into all of my meals lately. When my husband suggested we try to blend cottage cheese, I was extremely skeptical. But I’ve got to tell you, this “milkshake” we made is DELICIOUS! I have to admit, we have a really nice blender so it blender smooth and creamy. Yum! And it worked for my morning blood sugar read. Win-win! Give it a try and let me know what you think!

Chunky Monkey Protein "Milk Shake"
Serves 2
A protein-packed treat made with cottage cheese instead of ice cream!
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Prep Time
5 min
Cook Time
1 min
Prep Time
5 min
Cook Time
1 min
361 calories
32 g
17 g
18 g
21 g
6 g
501 g
491 g
21 g
0 g
9 g
Nutrition Facts
Serving Size
501g
Servings
2
Amount Per Serving
Calories 361
Calories from Fat 155
% Daily Value *
Total Fat 18g
27%
Saturated Fat 6g
32%
Trans Fat 0g
Polyunsaturated Fat 3g
Monounsaturated Fat 6g
Cholesterol 17mg
6%
Sodium 491mg
20%
Total Carbohydrates 32g
11%
Dietary Fiber 4g
16%
Sugars 21g
Protein 21g
Vitamin A
5%
Vitamin C
9%
Calcium
20%
Iron
9%
* Percent Daily Values are based on a 2,000 calorie diet. Your Daily Values may be higher or lower depending on your calorie needs.
Ingredients
  1. 1 medium banana
  2. 1 cup cottage cheese
  3. 2 tablespoons dark chocolate syrup
  4. 1/2 cup 2% milk
  5. 1/8 cup peanut butter
  6. 2 cups ice
Instructions
  1. Put all ingredients in a blender and blend until smooth! You can sub lower fat cottage cheese or milk, if desired. You could also use almond milk or other nut butters instead of peanut butter.
  2. This recipe yields roughly 4 cups of milk shake, which serves (atleast) 2!
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361
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18g
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21g
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GREEN Smoothie for St. Patrick’s Day!

Started my day off right with a paleo, gluten free, clean eating, DELICIOUS, GREEN smoothie!

Yum, yum, yum!

I started with 1/2 of an avocado….
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1.5 small apples, cut into chunks

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1 cup of spinach

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1 cup of coconut water

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Tossed it into my Ninja to-go cup and voila. A lovely grab and go breakfast! 

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Green Avocado Smoothie
Serves 1
A delicious avocado based smoothie!
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Prep Time
2 min
Cook Time
1 min
Total Time
3 min
Prep Time
2 min
Cook Time
1 min
Total Time
3 min
330 calories
49 g
0 g
16 g
5 g
3 g
594 g
285 g
30 g
0 g
12 g
Nutrition Facts
Serving Size
594g
Servings
1
Amount Per Serving
Calories 330
Calories from Fat 131
% Daily Value *
Total Fat 16g
24%
Saturated Fat 3g
13%
Trans Fat 0g
Polyunsaturated Fat 2g
Monounsaturated Fat 10g
Cholesterol 0mg
0%
Sodium 285mg
12%
Total Carbohydrates 49g
16%
Dietary Fiber 15g
62%
Sugars 30g
Protein 5g
Vitamin A
62%
Vitamin C
58%
Calcium
11%
Iron
13%
* Percent Daily Values are based on a 2,000 calorie diet. Your Daily Values may be higher or lower depending on your calorie needs.
Ingredients
  1. .5 avocados
  2. 1.5 small apples, sliced
  3. 1 cup spinach
  4. 1 cup coconut water
Instructions
  1. Put ingredients in a blender and blend to desired consistency. May add water for a wetter consistency or ice for a cold, blended consistency.
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16g
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5g
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Paleo Coconut Pancakes with Strawberry Syrup (Recipe At Bottom)

On TV, the pregnant lady gets to eat what she wants. She gets to have cravings and demand late night ice cream runs from her husband. This pregnant lady has been diagnosed with gestational diabetes. Which essentially means a very restrictive diet where I count carbs, measure my blood sugar four times a day, and have to be very careful about how much and what I am putting in my body at any given time.  Gestational diabetes and managing it can look very different for different people. Some people just have to count their carbs, and what the carbs actually are don’t really matter. Not so for me! A piece of white toast send my blood sugar sky rocketing, so essentially I have to eat healthy. Bummer. 😉 

A typical breakfast for me looks like:

Option 1: Yoplait Plenti – which is a pretty nifty little carton of greek yogurt, fruit, and whole grain oats. 

Option 2: 1/2 slice whole grain toast with butter, 1 scrambled egg, 1/2 cup berries 

These are the two breakfast options that seem to work well. But today is Saturday. Lazy, lovely Saturday. Whenever Jonathan and I are home and not busy on a Saturday morning, we usually cook some sort of delicious breakfast together. Like pancakes. Mmmmm pancakes. 

So we ventured into the world of paleo baking and decided to give an alternative pancake a try.

For the pancakes, we used Fluffy Coconut Flour Pancakes. We did find that the batter was way too loose, and had to add another 1/8th cup of coconut flour.

Then, we had to think about what we were going to do about syrup. This is where Chef Sasha got to be creative. I usually have fresh berries with breakfast or as a morning snack, so we had a giant carton of strawberries handy. 

We chopped up 9 strawberries, and threw them in a pot with 1/2 cup water, and 1 tablespoon agave.

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I cooked that for about 5-7 minutes on high until the strawberries were soft, and then mashed them with a potato masher. 

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Once they were good and mashed, I reduced the heat to medium, and let it simmer for about 10 minutes. The water reduced and it was thicker, but not syrup-py. Then I removed it from the heat and let the natural pectin from the strawberries thicken it up. Voila! 

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The amount made is about one small mason jar. It was the perfect amount for a half recipe of the coconut pancakes, and fed two people. Honestly, it was delicious! photo1

Now, I won’t claim the pancakes were as good as your traditional, white flour, buttermilk pancakes. But for a healthier option, we were really happy with them! 

 

The pancakes were delicious, the topping was a great substitute for syrup, and the real win here is that at my 2 hour sugar check, my sugars were in good shape! Win-win!

Strawberry Syrup
Serves 2
A lower GI, healthier option for a sweet topping for pancakes, ice cream, waffles, or anything you want a yummy strawberry syrup!
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Prep Time
2 min
Cook Time
20 min
Prep Time
2 min
Cook Time
20 min
40 calories
10 g
0 g
0 g
1 g
0 g
151 g
5 g
6 g
0 g
0 g
Nutrition Facts
Serving Size
151g
Servings
2
Amount Per Serving
Calories 40
Calories from Fat 2
% Daily Value *
Total Fat 0g
0%
Saturated Fat 0g
0%
Trans Fat 0g
Polyunsaturated Fat 0g
Monounsaturated Fat 0g
Cholesterol 0mg
0%
Sodium 5mg
0%
Total Carbohydrates 10g
3%
Dietary Fiber 3g
11%
Sugars 6g
Protein 1g
Vitamin A
0%
Vitamin C
79%
Calcium
6%
Iron
4%
* Percent Daily Values are based on a 2,000 calorie diet. Your Daily Values may be higher or lower depending on your calorie needs.
Ingredients
  1. 9 large strawberries
  2. 1/2 cup water
  3. 1 tablespoon agave nectar
Instructions
  1. Cut the strawberries into chunks.
  2. Put strawberries, water, and agave into a small pot, and heat on high heat until strawberries are soft.
  3. Once strawberries soften, mash with a potato masher or fork until desired consistency.
  4. Reduce heat to medium, and let simmer approximately 10 minutes.
  5. Remove from heat and enjoy hot, or allow to cool before serving.
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The Big Reveal!

45/49.45%  of you were right:

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Obviously, either way we would have been thrilled, but it’s exciting to know one more detail about our baby!  Thank you so much for sharing in our joy with us!

 

Help Us Guess Whether Baby Magee Will Be a Boy or Girl!

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Tomorrow around noon, we get to have our 20 week anatomy scan. This scan will tell us lots about Baby Magee, who we’ve been affectionately calling Pup. We are really excited and maybe a little bit nervous. The last time we saw Pup, he or she was just a tiny yolk sac.

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Taken November 30th, there wasn’t much to see here but it helped us start believing this was really happening!

Now the sonographer will be taking multiple pictures and views so the doctor can make sure that our baby is healthy and developing correctly. The doctor will be checking the heart, spine, kidneys, brain, etc. 

Instead of worrying that the doctor might find something concerning, we are focusing on the excitement of learning more about our baby and hopefully finding out whether Pup is a girl or a boy!  

We would love it if you’d like to make a guess as to Pup’s sex!  

Just for fun, here are how some old wives’ tales are predicting :

  1. Carrying High or Low: Middle. Conclusion: Inconclusive
  2. Stealing my beauty?:  Definitely. Conclusion: Girl 
  3. Ring test: Back and forth Conlucion: Depends which website you check. 
  4. Heart Rate: 150  Conclusion: Girl
  5. Cravings: Nothing out of the ordinary. (Jonathan says sweets, but I always like sweets) Conclusion: Inconclusive, Girl? 
  6. Chinese Calendar: According to http://www.chinesefortunecalendar.com/, the Conclusion is: Girl
  7. Spouse Gaining Weight: Yes Conclusion: Girl
  8. Morning Sickness: While I felt off for the entire first trimester, I didn’t actually get sick much. Conclusion: Boy, I think. 
  9. Mom’s Guess: I keep dreaming it’s a boy Conclusion: Boy 
  10. Mom’s Weight Gain:  I have (at this point) net lost a few lbs, but my belly is definitely bigger, so the weight is mostly in the front. Conclusion: Boy 

Looks like the folk tales are counting on a girl! 

Finding Out That We’re Expecting (A Late Update)

On December 5th, I posted a life update that took you from September through November 10th (Alysha’s birthday.) Only my Mom thought to ask why, if I was posting a life update, did I stop abruptly a month early. Well, at that point, we weren’t really ready to share yet, but now we are!

We shared this picture on our social media accounts just before Christmas, but with the holiday hub-bub, the blog sort of took backseat.

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I had been feeling some classic pregnancy symptoms, but those symptoms are also the same things I typically feel right before Aunt Flo gives me a visit, so I didn’t pay attention to them. I also felt completely exhausted visiting my sister, but we usually have so much fun that that tends to happen! I remember the first evening, though, it was 7 pm and I was basically falling asleep! Looking back, it all makes so much sense now. I flew home from Baltimore, and on the plane ride home, I had a dream that I took a pregnancy test.
Jonathan picked me up that morning, and dropped me off at home for a quick freshening up before we headed to work. He went to put gas in the car, and I casually took a pregnancy test. I say casually, because for those that don’t know, we had been hoping and praying to start our family for quite some time, and I had taken many tests over the last two years. I wasn’t really expecting anything to come of it. I almost passed out when I saw a second, faint little line!

I always knew that I wanted to tell Jonathan in some sort of fun or crafty way whenever I got that positive test. However, having been out out of town for the last five days, our schedule for every evening after work was packed full of stuff and we had committed to spending the weekend together. When would I be able to do something cute without him figuring it out??? Also, I was scheduled to have my first surgery towards getting a new, shiny set of teeth the next week and we needed to figure that out, too! I knew that I had to tell him THAT DAY. Needless to say, that was not my most productive day at work. Cue me googling “How to tell your husband you’re pregnant” on my iphone! I didn’t find anything that I thought fit us AND could be executed quickly and without Jonathan finding out. In the end, I made him a cryptogram, which is basically a puzzle that where the solver tries to uncode a word or phrase. Jonathan loves puzzles, so this was perfect! When I gave it to him, I tried really hard to be super casual, like “I was really bored at a meeting at work, so I made you this puzzle. But, it’s really stupid so don’t feel like you have to.” Meanwhile, my heart was RACING and I just wanted him to solve it right then and there! Luckily for me, Jonathan was thrilled to get a silly puzzle from his wife and started trying to sort it out right then and there.
The look on his face when he solved it was absolutely priceless. I wish I had a picture of it, but he looked shocked and happy and joyful all at the same time!
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The next few days were a flurry of trying to figure things out, and taking tests everyday. Since the line was faint, I was still worried that it was a fluke or that something would happen to make that second little line disappear. By that weekend, the line was darker and I had begun experiencing morning sickness and absolute extreme exhaustion. I tried to explain the exhaustion to friends and family like this, it hits you like desperately needing to pee. Except you desperately need to sleep. Immediately.

The other thing we had to figure out was my mouth surgeries. Which got figured out pretty darn quickly. The doctor’s office said they absolutely will not operate on a pregnant woman and to call sometime after the baby comes to reschedule. Okie dokie then! While I was disappointed to not be starting the process until next year, I would absolutely not change a thing!

I had a lot of “plans” for when I got pregnant, and I am learning that plans are great, but sometimes you have to roll with it. For one, my mouth surgery plan is now completely different. For two, I always thought that when I got pregnant, I would follow a paleo eating plan and do pregnancy workouts daily. Well, I can tell you, my first trimester, I tried to do the pregnancy work out video I bought twice. It left me so winded and exhausted that the rest of the day was spent on the couch. In fact, everything left me completely wiped out. I barely made it through work on a daily basis, and would spend evenings on the couch. In terms of eating, well, I was lucky if I managed to eat anything. I couldn’t be too picky. 

Now that I am in the second trimester, I have a lot more energy and I am excited to craft more, blog more, and start making plans for Pup (what we’re calling the baby until we have a name!).  We’ll find out whether Pup is a boy or girl at the end of February, and get what should be a baby-looking ultrasound then! Can’t wait!