And just like that she’s 6 months old. If you’ve been following my blog then you already know how obsessed and in love I am with my baby London. She’s so beautiful, lovable and squishy. Now that she’s here, I can’t remember what life was like before her.
“Okay, you got it?!” the nurse asked me. I responded with a blank stare, “uh huh”. She had just spoken to Thad and I for about an hour on what to expect and instructions on caring for a newborn. Little did she know I barely heard one word she said. Thank goodness Thad was paying attention. Overwhelmed, exhausted, happy, scared, and excited…I had never felt so many things at once in my life. Continue reading “She’s here!”→
Not going to lie, pretty emotional today. So many emotions going through my mind. I’m so excited but also a little nervous. Are we ready? Will we have everything done in time? Should I start looking into birthing classes? Her nursery is nowhere near done! We need to find a pediatrician. Is there anything else we need to add to the registry? Oh man, I need to get addresses for the baby shower!….The list goes on and on!! Literally though, I have a list. I’ll share it with you guys and then you can tell me if I’m just being a normal prego or if I’m really cray cray! haha Continue reading “Second Trimester Update”→
I was trying to think of a way to describe how I felt when it was finally all over. The first thing that came to my mind was a “bad break up”. “No…no that wasn’t it” I thought to myself contemplating….then it hit me. It was as if someone I cared and loved for so deeply had passed away. It didn’t matter how much I prepared myself for that very last practice or that very last floor routine, it was over. Yes, I could have gone into coaching or perhaps tried to compete in the USAG world again, but gymnastics was what I did. It wasn’t who I was. I was eager to get into the “real world” and determined to become a “professional”. It didn’t change the fact that for the past 17 years all I knew were school and gymnastics. Get up in the morning, go to practice. Go to school, go back to practice. Come home, study, and go to bed. Wash, rinse, repeat. Super structured. Continue reading “My life as I knew it was over: Retiring from the sport that many defined me with and moving on”→