Week 18 Part 2

Part 2 will be much happier than part 1.

I wrote a lot about Scott and I in part 1 and I almost feel it overshadowed how happy I am to have another healthy baby girl. I was relieved of so much anxiety after our anatomy scan. I feel like at this point, I can start to enjoy my pregnancy. I’m not even sure that I mentioned it, but in week 17, I started to feel the slightest little kicks, FINALLY. This week, they are about the same, here and there and very light. At this point with Raelynn, Scott felt her kick for the first time. I can’t barely feel this little girl kick now, so who knows when Scott will be able to feel her. Obviously you read and hear that all pregnancies are different, but it’s just so crazy to me how different. At week 15 when I wasn’t feeling this baby girl kick, I started to get anxious because that’s when Raelynn was kicking. I just have to keep reminding myself that everything is okay. We had a scan that proved everything was okay and baby was measuring exactly where she was supposed to be.

I think I have decided that I’m going to go with an all cream colored nursery. We have dark furniture, but all of the bedding, accents, etc. will be cream colored. I have also decided that I am going to sew her bedding as I did Raelynn’s. I haven’t broke out the sewing machine since then, so this should be fun. LOL

We have no name for this little one yet and we have not announced on social media. We won’t announce until we decide on a name. It’s really not even been a topic that Scott and I have been hot and heavy on. With Raelynn, we couldn’t want to announce, but with this one, we are both kind of lax about it. The people who are most important to Scott and I are all aware that we are having a healthy little girl so that’s all that really matters to us.

Poor Rae Rae has been under the weather this week. Even you can even call it that. I had to pick her up early from daycare on Monday because she was running almost a 102 fever, but her daycare said she was acting perfectly fine. And she truly was. Whenever I got there, she was as happy as can be. Tuesday, I didn’t send her to daycare because she still had a high fever, but acting perfectly normal. Wednesday, she went and she was fine but into the night, she started running a fever again. Same story for Thursday night as well. I ended up talking to one of my friends about her little boy and his teeth and she said that her little boy ran a fever a week prior to his canines popping through. I’m hoping this is the case for Raelynn. She’s still missing 6 teeth and we are patiently awaiting their arrival.

Other than that, Raelynn is amazing. Obviously, I have no other children to compare to, but she is just so damn smart. We finally have the majority of her colors down. She can pretty much speak in full sentences with us. It’s just the best age, so far. There is nothing better than watching your child grow and learn and evolve into a little functioning human being. We are really beyond blessed to have Raelynn in our lives.

One thing I did forget to mention in Part 1 is my cyst on my ovary is now under 3cm. I have been cleared to run, jump, etc. within reason!! YAYYYY!!!!

CrossFit this week…

Wednesday, September 7

Strength – I used my new DL max of 225# – I only did 1 rep at the max rep level. It all felt good.

Max Reps @85%

MetCon – So this was interesting because this was my first running WOD. Running felt absolutely terrible because I hadn’t ran in about 3 months. But I did it. Finished in 16:48.

3 Rounds For Time
400m Run
21 Kettlebell Swings 53/35
12 Pullups

Thursday, September 8

Strength – used my new max of 105# – only did 1 rep at max rep level. It all felt good.

Bench Press
10 @ Bar
8 @ 55%
5 @ 65%
5 @ 75%
Max Reps at 85%

MetCon – Wall walks are literally walking up the wall into a handstand position. Since the very beginning, I have not felt comfortable doing anything inverted, especially handstands. I have tried them a couple of times and I get too dizzy. My coach and I decided that since I was already using the KB that I should just do KB presses, 3 each arm. At this point, even though I have been cleared for jumping, I am going to continue to do step ups. Since I haven’t been able to box jumps in over 3 months, I just don’t even want to test it and see if I’m capable of doing so and then fall.
12min AMRAP
3 – Wall Walks
6 – KB Cleans (each arm) #45/25
12 – Box Jumps #24/20

I think all of this finally concludes week 18! Hoping for happier weeks to come!


–The Kentucky Momma


Week 18 Part 1

This is by far one of the happiest and saddest posts I think…I hope…that I will ever have to write. It’s more so going to be a vent session, so if you are not up to read a 3,000 word post, I suggest that you just leave now.

I feel like I have to make a disclaimer first about several things. I love my husband. More than anything. Our baby is fine and healthy. I have just been having a difficult time lately.

Happy news first. We had our anatomy scan this week. We found out that we are having a HEALTHY LITTLE GIRL 🙂 I am so excited. We are so excited. I was so incredibly nervous for this appointment. The whole morning as I was getting ready, I felt nauseous. In my heart, I knew everything was going to be okay. I really did. I just wanted, more so needed, the confirmation. As the ultrasound tech called us back, my heart was racing. As soon as she put the wand on my belly, I instantly saw the baby and a heartbeat. One huge weight lifted off my shoulders. From here, she proceeded to scan all of the organs, limbs, etc. and verify they were there and measure them that they were the size they needed to be. I had been through this once before so I knew what to expect. The ultrasound tech was very vague, so to speak, which was expected. She pretty much just says, this is the heart, this is the kidney, this is the umbilical cord. She’s not a liberty to tell me if anything is wrong. I just knew there wasn’t anything wrong though. I tried to take it all in, instead of being nervous. What I was not prepared for was how calm and asleep the baby was. She was the complete opposite from Raelynn. Raelynn pretty much did not stay still the whole time. But this one, she is a stubborn one already. It took the ultrasound tech about 45 minutes to do the whole scan because our little one was just not cooperating at all. Once she has finally measured everything, she asked if we wanted to know the sex. Of course, we did. When she finally got a clear picture, I said, “It’s a girl”, before the ultrasound tech ever got anything out. She said, “You’re right, it’s a girl.” I was completely shocked. I just KNEW I was having a boy. It was just a gut feeling. With Raelynn, I KNEW I was having a girl. It was just a gut feeling. Shit, I was incredibly wrong this time. I very secretly wanted another girl. Obviously, I would have been over the moon with a healthy little boy too, but I don’t know, I just wanted another girl. I can’t explain it. I hate to even be picky like that, so I didn’t tell anyone except Scott that I wanted another girl.

We tried to tell Raelynn that she was going to have a baby sister and she just kept saying, “No.” Hopefully she comes around.

On to the not so fun stuff. I really hesitated about posting this. But I would be lying to myself if I didn’t. I want to portray the raw, and uncut version of me and my life. So, I decided that I wouldn’t be doing this blog justice if I omitted this portion of my life.

My husband and I have been together since 2003 and married since 2012, so, 13 years total together. We know everything about each other. We know what makes each other happy. We know what makes each other tick. We know how to push each other’s buttons. Most of the time, we work exceptionally well together when it comes to balancing our home life, social life, family life, etc. This year, we have struggled. This year has been the make or break year for Scott and I. As with all things, we take the good, with the bad. We ALWAYS have more good than bad, and for that I’m thankful. But, let’s face it, 13 years together, we get into arguments and we have bad moments. The bad moments have somewhat glared on us this year and left a standing impression. But, we love each other, and we work through them. We don’t give up on each other. It’s not really love if you don’t fight for what you believe in, right?

That’s why, I had to fight for my family. Because I love my family. I do not EVER want to be with anyone else except Scott. And I know he thinks the same of me. I know, because we just had a recent conversation about it.

You see, Scott and I have always been socialites. And I like that. We have always loved to go out and do things, with friends, with family, with each other. We have always been the type of individuals that, if we wanted to go do something, we were going to do it. Now, I’m not talking, 5 day trips to Vegas with strippers and cocaine…but if either of us wanted to go out for the night with friends, like a guys night or a girls night, we did it. We didn’t ask permission of one another, it was simply a, “Hey, I’m going to go here for the night with John.” “Okay, sounds good.”

Then, Raelynn came along, and sacrifices had to be made. There was no more, “Hey, I’m going out for the night with friends”, because we now had another life to care for. Before Raelynn, it was simple, we had no other obligations to anyone except ourselves, and we respected that. Clearly, I have demonstrated to you all how crazy of a person I was, and Scott helped me and stuck around with me and it made me love him even more than I thought humanly possible. Seeing that he stuck around with me and helped me through one of the worst times of my life is such a eye opening experience. It made me see Scott through a different lense. My love for him grew deeper than I ever thought imaginable.

So, in the beginning with Raelynn, we made the sacrifices of going out with our friends to help one another through this pretty tough transition period of figuring out what life was like as a parent. No matter how prepared you think you are, you simply are not. There is just no other way to put it.

This year, Raelynn was just over a year old and we had a good handle, or so I thought on what life should be like as a parent. We had such a good routine down. And Raelynn was and still is SO predictable and I love it.

All this good stuff, right? Where does the bad come in?

Right now.

Raelynn became so predictable and Scott and I fell into such a routine, it was becoming apparent that I was making more sacrifices than him. Scott is such a good dad. Raelynn loves him so much and he loves Raelynn so much. I couldn’t have picked a better dad for Raelynn. Just because he wasn’t making enough sacrifices, that didn’t mean that he wasn’t being a good dad.

We fell into a routine that every weekend, I would get up early so I could have one cup of hot coffee before Raelynn got up. Then I would make her breakfast, let it cool off, go wake her up, change her diaper, and make sure she would eat. Every weekend. I am not exaggerating to you that in 2016 I do not recall a weekend where Scott ever got up with her to fix her breakfast and make sure she was fed. Big deal? maybe not, I mean, I’m already awake, right, so why not just do it? Honestly, this breakfast feeding routine was set in place a long time ago because I had to get up with her to breastfeed her. So, whenever she started to eat real food, I just carried on. Point 1. More to come.

Since we fell into this wonderful routine, and I was always making sure Raelynn was taken care of in the morning, Scott would sleep in until I woke him up around 10. Sometimes he would wake up on his own, but it was rare. Point 2.

Scott began to pick up on the “night out” with friends more frequently.Now, don’t get me wrong. I totally enjoy a night out. I enjoy sitting at one of my friends house and bullshitting all night long, but I also enjoy a night out of drinking. But I also enjoy being at home with Raelynn. Moderation is key and this is not a word that I believe Scott knew the definition of until recently.

It started out slow, once a month, then went to once every two weeks, until, all of a sudden, there were three weekends in a row that he was gone. These three weekends were while I was 8, 9, and 10 weeks pregnant. If you recall back, that’s when I was on the progesterone, and most certainly not feeling the best. And, taking care of a toddler. He was gone to Nashville for an entire weekend, then he went to the lake for an entire weekend, then he went out for one night the next weekend. Now, when I say he went out, let me elaborate. When he goes out, he goes hard. ALWAYS the last man standing. He got home at 5 in the morning and then of course slept all the next day. So, when it’s a night out, it’s technically a 2 day event. Let’s face it, he was 30 at the time; he just simply does not recover well after drinking anymore. Point 3.

I am partially to blame for this. I allowed it to happen. I can guarantee, had I voiced concerned, he may have thought twice about going or doing any of this. In a guy’s mind, if the wife doesn’t saying anything, it’s all good. Or, if I did voice some concern, I may have been mad for about a day and then got over it. So, the consequences for him were me being mad for a day and then he would know that everything is okay afterwards. I am not taking full blame for this, because he’s the one that did it. He could have easily made the decision to not go.

The three weekends in a row that he was gone, hit me pretty hard. This is when we, as a couple, started to go downhill. This was the end of June going into July. His nights out had been pretty limited up until then. Then, the first weekend in August, all of our guy friends have a “Bro Weekend” at the lake, again this was planned WAY in advance, so what am I going to do about it? At this point though, it was really starting to affect me. I told him straight up that he better get this shit out of his system before the new baby came. Because this was not happening. I told him I wasn’t happy about him going to the lake and being gone, yet again, when he was just gone for essentially three weekends in a row barely a month ago.

Then comes Labor Day weekend. Our first long, holiday weekend at home. Wrong. He started about a week before saying he wanted to go to the lake. I used to thoroughly enjoy going to the lake, but every holiday weekend this year, I’ve been pregnant, I can’t drink, and I would be the one taking care of Raelynn if we took her down. What part of that sounds enticing to anyone? I would rather stay in the comfort of my own home with everything I need all in one place. So, the talk of him going to the lake begins. I told him I didn’t want to go and I really didn’t want him to go. He was going, and I knew he was going to go. There was just no stopping him.

He was leaving Saturday morning around 10:00am. As per usual, I woke up early, had my coffee, fixed Raelynn’s breakfast, got her up and ready for the day…and the longer he slept, the more irate I was becoming. I finally went to the bedroom at 9:00am and told him to get his ass out of bed and do something before he left in an hour. When he finally got out of the bed and came in the living room, I let him have it.

I am one of those criers that cries when I’m pissed. And then it makes me more pissed that I’m crying because I’m pissed, so I cry even harder.

Though the horrendous sobbing, I told him that I felt alone and I was not happy with the way our relationship was going. I told him all my feelings about me getting up with Raelynn every single weekend while he slept. I told him it would be nice for him to get up and take care of her, even if I am awake, so I can relax or do something else around the house. I told him things had to change. He knew I was mad and upset. But, he was still going to go to the lake. And I knew he would. Quite honestly, I wasn’t sure that I even wanted him to stay home at that point. Even though he had all this time away from me, I thought to myself that I needed to get my head together and really think about us and the next step I wanted to take. I honestly just thought I would get over it.

But, I didn’t. I had a horrible weekend because all I could think about was, how did we get here? How did we get to this place in our relationship where we are roommates? How did we get to a place where we no longer show love and compassion for each other? We were not functioning as a unit. We were barely speaking to each other. All of this just happened over a very short period of time. We had such pride in ourselves and in our relationship that we wanted to continue being the independent individuals that we had once been, but we proved, that a relationship that involves a child, cannot happen like that.

I literally rehearsed what I was going to say to him when he got home that Monday. We didn’t talk all weekend. I almost wanted to write everything down to make sure I didn’t miss any key points. I wanted him to understand the severity of the conversation because there were going to be consequences this time. I could not continue living life like this.

He came home Monday, just as I put Raelynn down for her afternoon nap. I was in the shower and he popped in to tell me he was home. As soon as I got out, I went into the living room and he was watching TV. I told him he needed to turn the TV off because we were going to have a serious conversation.

Naturally, I am a very blunt person. So I told him everything I was feeling. I didn’t want there to be any questions after I was done unloading on him. I didn’t want him to have to “guess” at anything I was saying either.

I started with, I think it’s horrible that we didn’t talk all weekend. He didn’t even call to check on Raelynn. Again, we had always been the couple that never had to check in with each other, and prior to Raelynn, I was 100% okay with that, but not now. And the horrendous sobbing started not long after that. I told him that if this was the life he wanted to live, being away all the time or “nights out” every other weekend, then I was not the girl for him and he needed to really think about what he wanted in his life. While he was gone, I figured out over 6 months, he had been gone 8 weekends. And 5 of those weekends were in the last 3 months. I don’t even think he realized how much he had been gone. I told him I NEVER thought for even a split second he was going out to look for ass or another girl, Scott is just truly the person that loves to have fun. He is so fun to be around. The people he was going out with have zero obligations in their life and what I mean by that is they do not have wives, they do not even have girlfriends, and the definitely do not have kids. The people he was going out with and spending weekends away with were good people and they were my friends too. I really love the people he was hanging out with. But I told him he needed to take a long look at what the other husbands and dads in our group was doing. They were not out ramping and roaring until 5 in the morning and then sleeping the next day. They were not away 3 weekends in a row. They were not not calling their wives and children to check in while they were gone. I told him he did not realize how lucky he was to be able to do all of things that he had done in 2016 because I could guarantee that none of my other girlfriends would have allowed that to happen. I told him that I felt like we did not exist to him when he was gone. If we did, he would have at least called to check on us. I expressed to him that I did not want to be with anyone else except him. I loved him more than anything in this world, but I also told him that I would not continue to be unhappy or feel unwanted. Things had to change. To solidify everything for him, I told him that I had thought about asking him to move out to get his head straight and give him time to figure out what he wanted in his life. I told him that at 18 weeks pregnant, this was not at all the conversation I envisioned having with him, but he needed to take a step back and reevaluate his priorities. We were no longer first in each other’s lives. I was not going to be with someone who did not put me first.

That’s when it all set in for him. He did not disagree with anything I said. He did not realize that he had been gone so much. And to be quite honest, I didn’t realize how much he had been gone either until I added it up. He told me I didn’t deserve to be treated the way I had been. He told me that he also wanted to be with me forever and there was no one else that he would rather be with. His exact words were, “It’s not even an option to be with anyone else.”

We simply fell into our biggest rut after 13 years together. He thought everything was okay because, for a long time, I wasn’t voicing that it was bothering me that he was gone so often. When I finally did, he understood.

We knew things would change after becoming parents, but I’m not sure we understood the extent of how things needed to change until recently. We both agreed that we needed to make more time for us, without Raelynn. To date, in 2016, we have had one date night. I shit you not. We have made time for ourselves as couple, 1 time in 267 days so far in 2016. Like, how did this happen?

Neither of us meant to get to this point. It just happened. I have a hard time dealing or talking to anyone about it because I don’t want people to judge Scott and I for having issues. I am not one to pretend we are a happy couple when we are not. I can’t be fake about it. I wear my heart on my sleeve. And I’m okay with that. All of my friends just seem like they have their shit together way better than Scott and I. And I’m okay with that too! I don’t want to be like anyone else, because then it wouldn’t be our relationship. It wouldn’t be our story.

All in all, I think this is a big bump in the road that Scott and I are perfectly capable of working through. I know that both of us are willing to put in the work to make our relationship better because we are each other’s soul mates. We love each other and giving up is not an option for either of us.

Until next week…


–The Kentucky Momma


Week 17

The overwhelming anxiousness hit me like a brick wall this week.

My anatomy scan is next week and I’m extremely nervous. This is just kind of the defining moment that will let us know if everything is okay. I’m not naive to this process. I realize, there are things they can miss and even if there is something wrong, there is a possibility that they won’t pick it up. But, if there is something obvious, they will be able to tell. This has literally been consuming my thoughts. I can’t focus half of the time because I am thinking about this all the time. I promise, I don’t want to be like this. I don’t want to think like this.

I started thinking…what is making me think like this? Even in past pregnancies, I hadn’t really thought like this. My main goal was making it out of 1st trimester. This is only the second time I have made it out of the 1st trimester, but I don’t remember having these feelings with Raelynn. What was triggering these feelings and thoughts?

I finally figured it out.

As a lot of pregnant women, I have an app on my phone that tracks pregnancy. Some features are what is going on inside you and even outside of you, week by week as well as a discussion board. The app I had was What to Expect. I was apart of two forums, January and February 2017. Between the two boards, there were upwards of 300,000+ members from literally all over the world. People would post anything and everything. It was this week, week 17 that I noticed a couple of people, especially on the January board, were posting about abnormalities in their anatomy scans. I would read and research and read again and reserach again, as if it were me going through it. These 3 or 5 in 300,000+ people were making me think that something was going to be wrong with my scan. I knew what I needed to do, but I didn’t want to do it. I had to delete the app and put that shit out of sight, out of mind, for my own sake. It’s really dumb that I have to do that, but it was causing me too much unnecessary stress, so I had to. I finally did it after contemplating for a couple of days about it. It’s just not even worth it for me. I have decided that I may try to add it back a little later in pregnancy or after I have this baby or never. But, if it ever gets to me like it did this time, I will delete it immediately.

In hindsight…I literally let an app stress me out. How fucking stupid does that sound? But it did, and I can’t help the way I feel. I can only try to control it. I have zero regrets about deleting it.

In other news…

Last week, I ate like shit, and I didn’t go to the gym except for one day, so I felt like absolute shit all week last week. I finally decided to half ass meal prep this week to see how it would go, and it surprisingly went very well. This was the first week that I felt like I could fully consume what I used to eat and not feel sick or turn away from it. Obviously, this week, I felt probably the best I’ve felt in a very long time. Even though I know how clean eating works and I’ve practiced it for several years, it’s truly amazing how much different I feel physically and mentally when I eat better as opposed to eating like shit.

My body and mind must have know how much I needed CrossFit as a stress reliever this week because I went 5 days in a row. That hasn’t happened since March. So, I was super happy. Hitting the gym 5 days this week paired with eating well was a very nice change for me. Even though I was extremely anxious the majority of the week, by the end of the week and the weekend, I truly felt like a new person.

So, I think at this point, I have established that I’m a pretty competitive person. Almost every day this week in CrossFit was a max day. At 17 weeks pregnant, I knew I needed to be careful, but, for me, that didn’t mean completely backing off. I told myself I was going to add the weight on the bar, without really taking note of how much was actually on the bar, and when it got the point that I felt like I needed to stop, I would. So, if it was super under my weight, I would be fine with that. And the chances of it being super over were very slim to none. I’m not even showing yet, so my belly is not impeding the bar path at all at this point.

Monday, August 29


Bench Press – actually established a new 1RM of 105#. I know I have already stated that bench press is a touchy movement because of lying on your back. But, it felt fine, I’m not big enough yet for my belly to be pressing down on my back or to put the baby in any danger. When established a new max, I only do 1, maybe 2 reps, then add weight, so I’m not on my back for an extended period of time, at all. Biggest piece of advice, DO NOT HOLD YOUR BREATHE. It’s very hard during this exercise.
1RM Bench Press
1 X 1

MetCon – finished in 12:59 – did ring rows instead of pullups and rowed instead of ran.
5 Thrusters #115/75
3 Pullups/Pushups
200m Run

Tuesday, August 30


Back Squat – my max is 210# and I only got to 185#. I have been reading alot about your back being prone to injury because of the hormone relaxin. My back was definitely feeling the effects of squatting. Usually squatting is my strength, but I just was not feeling it. And that’s okay.
1RM Back Squat
1 X 1

MetCon – finished in 6:21 – only did russian swings, not american.
100 KB Swings
*5 Goblet Squats Every time you break

Wednesday, August 31

Strength – definitely did not work up to 80%. I only used 55#. Snatches are my absolute weakness.

10min to work up to 80% Snatch
6min EMOM
1 Hang Snatch
1 Snatch

MetCon – OMG I hated this day. This was such a terrible workout for me. It was one of the only workouts that I literally wanted to quit. I wasn’t having a bad day, I wasn’t “in my head”, for some reason, this workout was just really, really, really hard for me. I did the squats cleans RX at 65#, then I did knees to elbows instead of T2B. It took me 21:06 to finish.
Squat Clean @50%
*if you don’t get to parallel in the clean you must do a front squat

Thursday, September 1

Strength – Established a new 1RM of 90#

1RM Strict Press
1 X 1

MetCon – I only used 65# – finished in 5:45
30 Clean and Jerk

Friday, September 2

Strength – established a new 1RM of 225#. I couldn’t believe it. And had I not been pregnant, I know I could have done more. My old max was 210#. I just kept adding weight until it got to the point that I felt like I needed to stop. Then, I added the weight up and I was pleasantly surprised.

1 Rep Max Deadlift
1 X 1

MetCon – did this by myself. I rowed instead of ran – my reps were 3 + 1. FYI, AMRAP’s are now my absolute favorite. Screw For Time workouts.
400m Medball run #20/14
15 – Air Squats
15 – Situps
*partners run together and share ball as needed

Hoping for a less stressful week next week. Fingers crossed for a healthy baby 🙂

Until next time…


–The Kentucky Momma

Week 16

I was SO looking forward to this week.


I purposely planned this after Raelynn’s party because I knew I would have 800 toys and pieces of clothing to sort though. It was also her actual birthday and Scott’s birthday.

Monday, as expected, I cleaned all day. Tried to get the house completely back in order from my cousins baby shower and Raelynn’s party, with little success, I might add. I packed away, I think a 70 gallon tote of old toys of Raelynn’s so I would have a place to put the new toys. As I’m sitting here thinking about this, I have no idea where we are going to put the toys she gets in a few short months for Christmas. I do not want a bigger house though. LOL. So much to clean. I feel like I could clean every day and I would never cover every square inch of this house. So, I just need to do some major reorganization, which I’m oddly okay with and I love. I’m weird. I know. Organization makes me happy, though.


Raelynn at 2 days old, 1 year old, and 2 years old

Tuesday was Raelynn’s actual birthday. Just her and I went to the fair that morning. Mainly to see the animals again. She loves the animals. We ate some food and walked around. Something interesting that I found out this year, the Kentucky State Fair has the largest indoor exhibits in the world. It was very hot, so we walked around inside a lot. There are limited things for kids to do, but we still had a good time. Even though I had been feeling better overall, I did not recover well after going to the fair. I was whooped. I don’t know if it was a combination of the weekend, cleaning on Monday, and then walking around, but I was literally done for the day. We got home just in time for her nap and I sat on the couch the whole time and even after her nap, I continued to do so.

Wednesday I had a doctor appointment and a hair appointment. This was a very simple doctor appointment, just checked the heartbeat with the fetal doppler and talked about what I should except at that time. Doctor said heartbeat was good. I told her I was still having a little discomfort in my nether regions, refer to Week 13 post for more explanation, she checked me and said everything looked fine. She recommended I get some over the counter vagisil to help. My hair appointment was kind of a big deal for me because I was getting my hair highlighted. I hadn’t done so in about 10 years. It’s very subtle, but I just felt like I needed something different. My hair completely changed after Raelynn. My hair used to be like a natural dirty blonde, lightish brown and then it just changed to full on brown. I hated it. So we just incorporated some blonde in my hair and it was exactly what I wanted and needed. Plus it’s low maintenance which is exactly what I need because I am basically a boy and I don’t like to keep up with stuff like this LOL.


Thursday was Scott’s actual birthday. We didn’t really do much. I cooked him dinner and we just hung out. I finally got the house completely back in order this day.

Friday, Raelynn had her 2 year checkup. It was one of the better doctor appointments that she’s had. She weighed 25lbs, 32%; 33 inches, 42%. For a very long time she was wayyyyy down on the charts for weight. She did not have to get any shots, but she did have to get her finger pricked, which I was aware of, because of all of her iron issues. Luckily, her blood count came back fine, so she will no longer have to get her finger pricked at appointments. After a year long battle with this iron/blood issue, it’s finally over. And I couldn’t be any happier. She does have another minor, but very manageable issue. She has major poop issues. Very constipated, no matter what we feed her, to the point of holding her poop in because it hurt her so much. Of course, toddlers are picky, so I knew she wasn’t the only toddler in this situation. She has been on Miralax, off and on for a while, but the doctor told me to keep her on it for 6 months in order to keep her regulated and going. I did have a concern that she had a hemorrhoid that developed though her major constipation times and I asked him to look at it…I was right. It has definitely gotten smaller, and again, this is totally something that is fixable/manageable, it just made me sad.

I only went to CrossFit once this week, on Monday. I was not upset about it at all because I would have much rather spent time with Raelynn and done some things around the house while I had the opportunity.


Bench Press – these felt okay. Bench Press has been an exercise that has varying opinions regarding when you should stop doing this. Things I have read is if/when you get lightheaded when sitting up, that’s a sign that you should probably stop. I never really had any of this. I think I only worked about to about 75#. My max at the time was 90#.
5×8 AHAP
Face Pull

Metcon – my time was 14:10
400m Run – rowed instead of ran
10 – Pullups – ring rows instead of pullups
15 – Wallballs #20/14

Until next time…


–The Kentucky Momma