Pregnant Lady + Her Favorites

I really have had a pretty easy pregnancy thus far. No major anything. I am surprised at the number of things that I didn’t know going into it (and I will spare you the details), but overall I feel pretty gosh duurrn lucky. Pregnancy is a fast nine months and before I know it, this bump that sits between me and getting my socks on comfortably (or getting out of bed gracefully) will be no more. To remember this crazy amazing time I made my very own pregnancy list. 1/4 of the items are food related. Just sayin’…

1 & 2) Honeycrisp apples with crunchy peanut butter. Ummm…I have pregnancy insomnia and the first thing I think of when I wake up is apples and peanut butter. I. Can’t. Get. Enough.

3) Crunchy dill pickles are the best even if not pregnant. Yes? Well, I sneak at least two of these little guys every day.

4) Donuts. I have never craved donuts so much in my life. It started as soon as I found out I was expecting. And I can have the nasty powder donuts from a bag or homemade, fresh out of the oven. It doesn’t matter just give me the freakin donut! I have practiced restraint, though. I only give in once in a while.

5) Body brushing. My skin itches so much! Pregnancy and living in cold Alaska is a recipe for scratching my skin right off. I have started to body brush before each shower. You can check out more on the benefits here.

6) Nourish Exfoliating Body Polish is wonderful. It is fragrance free, gently exfoliates, and doesn’t feel like my skin is stripped of its natural oils. The packaging is pretty, too.

7) I probably read too much. But I have a few favorites and The Happiest Baby on the Block has provided me with information about the first few months of a newborn’s sleep cycle (or lack thereof). I have no clue how my little one will respond to any of the “advice” from this book, but either way I feel better prepared of the sleepless nights that are right around the corner.

8) I asked for this book for my birthday in May. The book is called Prayer with Purpose: 90 Days of Prayer for Your Unborn Child. It’s a journal that offers spiritual and physical prayers for your baby. I like having a bit of guidance in my prayer life, since I usually just sit quietly with God because, at times, I don’t have a clue what to ask of Him, especially with my unborn child. This is a perfect guide and when the baby is old enough, can read the prayers that were prayed over them…

9) Hypnobirthing. Hypno-whaaaat? I want to have a natural child birth and this book and classes are preparing me for my birth plan. If my birth plan doesn’t go the way I would hope, that’s ok, but no one can say I didn’t prepare.

10) I hate maternity pants. I own two pairs and I wear one of them. These stretchy skinny jeans from Old Navy are my little secret. I am currently wearing them right now and they have been in my closet rotation well before I was pregnant (for over three years). Yep…I’m over seven months pregnant and I am wearing regular jeans (I can’t do that with any of my other jeans). The key is that they sit super low and are stretchy. Go get yourself a pair even if you aren’t preggo (ok, not if you’re a guy).

11) The Snoogle. A pregnant woman’s pal. I can’t figure out where I will store this dang thing when I’m not pregnant. Selling a pillow just seems wrong…I guess I will cross that bridge when I get there.

12) The dry, itchy skin is also on my face, but thanks to Worker B Dusk Serum, I don’t have to worry about that anymore. This is an all natural serum made with organic oils and extracts and is made in small batches in Minnesota. My face drinks this stuff up!

13) Earth Mama Body Butter. Every day. On my belly. I don’t have stretch marks (yet) and I would like to thank this body butter and my mom & dad for good genes (since I believe genetics play a bigger part in stretch marks).

Nine more weeks to go until I can meet the little person that has been known sweetly as “the bump”. I am curious if they will like apples and donuts as much as me? I guess we’ll have to wait to find out…

A Big Weekend

And as promised (only a couple of months tardy), the time I found out I was pregnant with Matt’s and my first…

Matt summited the tallest peak in North America (Mt. McKinley or Denali) on Friday, May 10.

I was working at my office in downtown Anchorage on Friday, May 10.

I knew I was pregnant. I hadn’t taken a pregnancy test yet, but I just knew.


Matt the Mountaineer

On Saturday, May 11 I woke up and went to the store and picked up  a two pregnancy tests (4 sticks total). They all came back with double lines ( = pregnant).

I just stared at myself in the mirror for about a minute and then looked at Rider, my pup, smiled and said “well, you’re going to be a big brother.”

Matt called that afternoon. He had summited and was going to head back to Talkeetna (a town that is the last pit stop before leaving for Denali or the first pit stop when returning from the mountain) on Sunday, May 12 (Mother’s Day) and he asked me to pick him up.

I picked him up the next day and Matt looked like a mountaineer; the tan face with lines where his sunglasses and hat protected his skin for almost two weeks. He had a beard and he was happy. He and his team were the first to summit Denali for the season and 2013 also marked the 100th year of mountaineers summiting the “Great One”. I kept my mouth shut about the baby. I wanted him to bask in this amazing accomplishment and I figured I would tell him the good news the next day.


Our first family photo in Talkeetna. Denali is to the right of Matt’s head.

On Monday, May 13 I worked and Matt went to work for a few hours. I had planned on breaking the news to him that evening. I welcomed the distraction of work. I know many women tell their husbands or significant others as soon as the pee stick registers as positive, but unfortunately my husband was literally on top of the tallest peak in North America and I couldn’t call him if I wanted to. For me, a few more days gave me time to think of a way to tell him.

After work I went to pilates. My instructor even asked me if I was feeling alright because I couldn’t breath correctly that evening. I smiled and answered honestly, “no, but I’ll be fine.” I was nervous. I was going to tell my husband that we were expecting a baby. That is heavy ish! Exciting, but how many times does this happen in a lifetime? This is serious stuff to me!

A few weeks before I found out I was pregnant, Matt was looking through our books and mentioned that he didn’t have J.R.R Tolkien’s The Hobbit. He also mentioned that he would need to add that to his collection, especially once he has children so he can read it to them. Soooo…

After pilates I jetted over to the bookstore and picked up a copy of The Hobbit and stuck this little note inside the cover. I had photoshopped the note earlier that day to make it look like the double lines that I saw on the pregnancy test. I made my way home and presented Matt with his gift.


He had not a clue. Absolutely. No. Clue. What. Was. Coming.

Matt opened the book, smiled, and then saw the note. He read it and it took a few moments for it to register. He said, “what?!” and then looked at me. I smiled and said, “yep, I’m pregnant and now you have The Hobbit to read to the baby.”

We hugged. I will always remember that moment…

Well, that’s it. That’s our story. However, when people ask how Matt found out, he usually says something like this, “I had just come off the mountain and Jen told me less than 24 hours after I summited.” As if it’s a bit pathetic on my end to “steal his thunder.” Ha! To which my response is usually super duper sassy where I remind him that I had known I was pregnant for almost three days and I didn’t tell him until a day and a half after I picked him up. I give myself props for holding it in that long…

How did you tell your spouse you were expecting? Do you have any special ways that you would like to spill the beans?

Perhaps when I have another baby, I will wait many days, weeks, or maybe even months to tell Matt since 48 + hours is too soon for him to learn of such news.  😉