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From Instagram: This is why you don’t let a pregnant lady go grocery shopping without a list…
So, here’s how I feel about pregnancy cravings, or basically any craving:
When you’re talking about an actual craving, whether it’s for mangoes or broccoli or cheeseburgers or birthday cake, that is your body and brain, together, deciding that you need to consume that item right now.
And when that happens, I listen up. I go out to the store and grab a green apple or a cake pop and happily consume it, enjoy it, and then let the craving pass.
Here’s what I do not do: when the craving is something unhealthy, I don’t eat a bunch of other semi-unhealthy things to try to make it go away. If I want cake, I eat cake. I don’t eat four bowls of low-fat ice cream thinking that what I really want is sugar.
For the last couple of decades, that method has served me pretty darn well.
And then the last month of pregnancy came along. And I don’t just “want cake” anymore.
I want it. Every. Single. Day.
Sometimes while I’m eating cake, I actually want more cake.
I blame Chad’s birthday for this, in part: last month, like every year, I bought him a giant supermarket birthday cake, with yellow cake and white icing, which we proceeded to eat over the course of a week or so.
And when we finished it, he was pretty much satisfied.
I was not.
So, after a few weeks of trying to satisfy this craving with cake pops from Starbucks and mini cupcakes from a bakery in our neighborhood… I gave in.
I went to the grocery store and bought a whole birthday cake.
This, I figured, will do it. If my body isn’t satisfied after a second birthday cake, this baby is just a complete glutton.
So I took it home, showed it to Chad (thrilled! best wife ever! birthday cake for no reason!), and we cut into it…
And I watch as his smile morphs into a horrified expression…
I hadn’t read the stupid label!
Sure, I’ll eat it anyways. But the score remains: Craving, 1. Katy, 0.
Let’s hope this baby stays inside long enough for next week’s grocery run!
Remember back in November, when I introduced our new puppy Rambo?
Well, now that he’s been part of our family for four months (!), I figured I owed you guys an update!
It’s no secret that we got Rambo under sad circumstances — after battling a number of health issues for the past year and a half, in October we found out that our eight-year-old dog, Calvin, had congestive heart failure. Fortunately, there are some great medications available to prolong his life, but our vet was candid with us: the medication would work for a year (maybe two), but it wasn’t a cure. Eventually, it would stop working.
Needless to say, I was a mess (Chad and I both were). I’ve had Calvin and Coco since they were babies, and Chad has been part of their lives from day one, when we road-tripped to Ohio to pick them up. They’ve been our babies since long before there was a human baby in the picture, and they’ve changed and improved our lives in too many ways to count. The idea of losing Calvin was devastating.
And it still is — getting Rambo didn’t change that. But we decided that if we were going to get a puppy in the next year or so, it was better to do it before the baby gets here. The idea of a newborn and a new puppy, at the same time? A little overwhelming. Getting a new puppy at five months pregnant wasn’t exactly a breeze, but I’m grateful that Rambo could be my top priority on his own for a little while.
And ultimately, it turned out to be a terrific idea. Calvin and Coco *hated* Rambo at first, but they’ve slowly thawed to him — it was quite a change to bring an insane new puppy into our extremely laid-back household, but it also feels like he’s breathed new life and fun into our day-to-day routines.
From what I read, it was important to let the dogs sort out their own pack hierarchy, so I tried to stay out of it when they had little tiffs early on. It helps that Calvin and Coco are so gentle — I knew they’d never hurt Rambo, no matter how crazy he drove them (which he did, frequently, especially in the early days).
For the most part, his training has gone pretty well. Calvin and Coco sleep in our bed, but Rambo has been sleeping in the laundry room, where he has a crate (we leave the door open), some toys and a puppy pad. (Calvin and Coco have always gone on puppy pads, thanks to our NYC days, so we figured it made sense to train Rambo that way too.)
The best part: from day one, he never cried at night! I was *shocked* — with Calvin and Coco, I remember waking up every two hours all night when we were potty training! I was in law school at the time, and I remember literally falling asleep in an 8 a.m. lecture because I’d been up all night with the two dogs. It was like having a newborn — and one of the main reasons that I was reluctant to get a new puppy right before the baby arrived! But Rambo stays quiet all night, and only starts to whine when he hears that we’re awake in the morning. It’s heavenly!
Really, in almost every way, Rambo has been a million times easier than Calvin and Coco were. (Good life lesson: one puppy is a handful, two puppies are a nervous breakdown waiting to happen.) He started to understand the pads within a few days, although he still has a handful of accidents. His puppy energy has calmed down by now, and he’s incredibly sweet. He’s more chill than either Calvin or Coco, he’s good with strangers and hardly barks at anything (a godsend characteristic in a dog that’s going to spend a lot of time around a newborn).
On the other hand… he eats poop.
So, welcome to the family, Rambo. We’re very glad you joined us.
(And, in other happy news, Calvin is still doing well! He has good days and bad days, but he’s still here, and we’re grateful for that.)
It’s a little funny, but I had a lot of anxiety over my baby shower. (Is that normal?) For my bridal shower and basically every wedding-related event before Chad and I got married, I was so happy and excited to have “my” special day and to have it all revolve around me.
For my baby shower? Weirdly, I was sort of uncomfortable with it.
It may just be that I’m at a different place in life than I was four years ago (almost five!), when Chad and I got married. Sometimes, I wonder if having this blog has actually made me less interested in attention in my day-to-day life — since I’m constantly posting photos and stories about all the things that are happening to me, when I’m off the internet, I’ll happily blend into the crowd. My capacity for attention is just about maxed out.
But, thankfully, I have a wonderful, amazing family who wanted to celebrate this special moment, and I am so, so grateful they did. And in the end, my mom, sister and mother-in-law threw the most amazing baby shower I could have possibly imagined, and I loved every second of it. In retrospect, all those nerves seem totally silly — having a baby shower isn’t just about focusing everyone on the mom-to-be, it’s about gathering your friends and family and celebrating the little person who’s about to enter this world.
I always say that the most amazing part of our wedding wasn’t the party itself — it was having all the people we care about together in one place, even briefly. And I had the same feeling about this shower. It was a wonderful way to reflect on how grateful I am for all of our friends and family, and how much love there is waiting for our son when he arrives.
So, with that, I thought I’d share a few pictures with you guys! I know that many of you saw some of my pictures on Instagram right after the shower, but I also took a ton of video clips, with the hope of putting them all together to capture how beautiful and lovely the day was. So please take a peek at the video above, or scroll down for photos!
Also, I have to give a special shout-out to our amazing balloon bear decorations! Our housekeeper, Leonor, made them for us, and she is so incredibly talented and they were such a special addition to our party! (You can see more of her designs on her Facebook page here!
Alice and Olivia Fierra dress, BHLDN Luna Moth earrings, Jimmy Choo Abel pumps.
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