January 14, 2016
Allison recently crossed the 3 month mark and along with the craziness of the holidays I returned to work and she began daycare. I’m still trying to get over the fact that my maternity leave has ended and Allison is no longer a “newborn”.
It’s true what they say…the jump from one kid to two is surprisingly smooth compared to the world changing smack in the face that having a first baby is. I spent a lot of this pregnancy worrying about how I would handle the newborn days with a very active and strong willed toddler. I worried I would fall into an anxiety ridden pit much like I did with Jack where I felt like I was drowning most days and on the edge of losing it. I kept waiting for it to hit…and it never did…at least not yet.
I’m feeling more joy this time around and really trying to revel in the little moments which wasn’t something I was able to do with Jack. Blame gender. Blame colic. Blame first-time Mom anxiety. Whatever it is…this time around things have been so different. I’m as shocked as anyone. Allison is so different than her brother was. She is much more calm and relaxed and almost always greets me with a smile. She went through her witching phase just like any other baby but calming her down was SO much easier. Some days I would laugh at how easy it was to get her to stop crying…while other days she would rival her brother’s past and I would feel the anxiety and anger start creeping on. (I will say the Solly Wrap was and remains a LIFESAVER…girl loves being worn…almost as much as I love wearing her) But on the whole this girl is shaping up to be much more like her Dad than her Mom…praise Jesus.
I feel like I’m finally understanding what all these other bloggers were talking about when they said to “soak up the newborn cuddles” and all that wishy washy crap I threw aside when I had a cranky, screaming, non-sleeping baby. Turns out having a baby that actually SLEEPS is a game changer. Until recently Allison slept like a champ. She’s older now and we’ve transitioned her into her crib so the night wake ups are not surprising. Although waking up multiple times at night NEVER gets easier…it helps to have gone through it all before. I know it won’t always be like this and things change so fast it’s not worth googling for hours over. Sticking it out and surviving is my go-to method these days.
I remember a friend telling me before I even got pregnant with Allison that going from one child to two was harder on her marriage. Now instead of tag teaming one child you have to play man-on-man defense (as Lance would say). Gone are the days of trading off duties so one parent gets a break. They’re replaced with days of dividing and conquering playtime, tummy time, potty training, time-outs, feedings, blowouts, and everything else that comes with the mixture of a 3 month old and a 3yr old.
So yes I would have to agree with my friend…having two children definitely adds more stress to a marriage and you can’t waste time on tiny squabbles about who changed the last diaper or didn’t put their dish in the dishwasher. I think we’re both learning how important it is to connect every day whether it’s an inside joke about one of the kids, or just a quick chat about our day while trying to get dinner on the table.
We’re still trying to navigate this two kid thing and figure out what works and what doesn’t…unsure if we’ll ever really figure it out completely. We’ve learned that sometimes a beer and the ipad can bring a sense of calm long enough to enjoy each other before the next storm begins. I think you learn to go with the flow a lot more with two kids…attempt to take things in stride. You also learn to celebrate small victories and do a happy dance around the living room when both kids are magically napping on their own in their rooms on a Saturday (this happened ONCE!!).
So yeah…two kids isn’t so bad. I mean if you think about it we’ve already made the mental leap of “OMG we have a child!” so now it’s just a matter of another addition to that already crazy world…two little humans to keep alive. I also know we’re in a pretty sweet spot right now in terms of age…Allison isn’t yet mobile and Jack is just old enough to do a lot of things independently. Granted he doesn’t actually do these things when we ask or need him to without lots of arguing and crying…threenager like whoa. I’m doing my best to not dread what I know is coming with Allison (like teeth…TEETH…i’m sweating just thinking about it) and trying to just truly ENJOY the baby coos and silly way she kicks and bops her head about.
After all this will likely (god willing!) be our last baby. At this point our family really does feel complete and I’m so lucky to call both of these little crazies mine. Let’s just hope it stays that way.
*All photos by the wonderful Allison Corrin photography
October 27, 2015
Continued from part 1…you can catch up here!
It was close to 10pm by the time we got to the hospital and there must have been something in the air that night because another couple and her entourage was finishing their check-in and another couple came in right after us. So we waited and I started to feel more uncomfortable and had to close my eyes and bend over now as the contractions came on. After what seemed like forever (probably closer to 10mins) our nurse arrived and we were shuffled off to triage to see if I was making enough progress to stay. Surely I had dilated to 3 or 4cm after 9 hours of contractions right?! Nope…still hanging out at 1cm but at least I was almost fully effaced. I was discouraged but the nursed said they wanted to monitor me and keep me there since I had a prior c-section. She said she’d do another check in 2hrs.
You guys…those 2 hours were the longest 2 hours of my life I swear. The contractions had reached a point where I wanted to cry as each one came on. Nothing I did was comfortable. Forget all that crap they teach you in birthing class…bending over on the bed hurt, sitting/squatting hurt, anyone touching me or talking to me hurt.
I went to the bathroom about an hour in and was pretty sure I lost my mucus plug…I just sat there on the toilet for 2 contractions because in that moment that was all I had the strength to do. Remember that pizza I ate for dinner? Yeah that started to come back to haunt me as each contraction came on I felt nauseated and wanted to puke while burping garlic. I should have taken all that “don’t eat while in labor” advice seriously. Knowing these suckers were coming every 5 minutes or so was pure torture…then watching them on the monitor and seeing only a tiny peak was disheartening…I felt drained and tired already and just wanted the dang epidural so I could lay down and “rest” and not feel this pain any longer!
The only thing that I could do through each contraction was stand up straight with my hands on my head and attempt to breathe. I would sway back and forth between contractions and apparently that put baby girl to sleep so my nurse made me stop…I guess they needed her awake to monitor her. I just wanted it all to stop. At one point I yelled at Lance that I should have just had a C-section because even though the recovery sucked at least I wouldn’t have to go through this hell.
Finally the clock hit 12:20am and the nurse was back to check my progress. She proudly exclaimed that my hard work had paid off because I was close to 4cm now! This was sweet sweet music to my ears! We quickly gathered our stuff and made our way to the labor and delivery wing where I was promised immediate blood work and an IV so I could get that epidural ASAP.
The following 2 hours are a bit hazy because of the increasing pain and contractions but basically my body got the labor memo and decided to kick it up a notch. I was pretty dehydrated at this point so the nurse struggled to get a good vein for blood…throw in intense contractions while getting poked and you can imagine the fun I was having. After several tries they finally got an IV in my arm in the most uncomfortable spot but whatever…it worked.
As I was laying there I felt something down below and told the nurse I either just peed or my water broke. She took a look and didn’t say anything but said it wasn’t my water. Then I remember having to go to the bathroom and asking if I could go pee. She helped me into the bathroom (with a couple breaks for contractions) and as I sat there I noticed a ton of blood on my legs and in the toilet. I was scared as you can imagine and thankfully Lance was right there assuring me everything was OK. He later told me that he was scared too but the nurses told him to reassure me it was all ok.
I get back to the bed and finally the anesthesiologist showed up with my epidural. The process was long because as soon as he was ready to go I would have a contraction and we would have to wait. Finally that sucker was in and slowly but surely I started to feel relief. They positioned me on my side and for once I felt like I could open my eyes and actually talk again.
The relaxed feeling was short lived though as suddenly baby girl’s heart rate plummeted from 150 to the 60-80 range. I can’t explain how it felt to hear her heart rate suddenly slow way down. The nurse was in almost immediately and moved me to my other side…we waited and her heart rate didn’t recover. More nurses started to come in and they all tried to move me to a position that would get baby’s heart rate back up. As they were moving me it became clear that there was a lot of blood down there as well and I remember looking at Lance and him having this panic look on his face.
The attending OBGYN came in and the only thing I could think was that they were going to cut me open…get her out. I was worried and scared and couldn’t stop listening to baby girl’s slow heart rate…praying for it to go back up. They finally had me get onto my hands and knees on the bed and slowly her heart rate started to recover. I had to sit like that for several minutes as they monitored her and decided to break my water to check the color of the fluid. If it was clear we were ok. They broke my water and thankfully it was indeed clear.
Turns out I had progressed from 4cm to 7cm in about an hour and baby girl was not a fan. Also my cervix was all “wtf?!” and decided to bleed like crazy. After everything calmed down and I got to lay down again it was close to 3am. I was exhausted and struggled to keep my eyes open. At this point it was just a matter of waiting for my body to get to 10cm. I secretly hoped it would take a while because I was not ready to push and have a baby just yet…I needed to close my eyes and just relax…regroup. Thankfully that’s exactly what I got to do. Sleeping was out of the question but I do remember feeling so calm and relaxed…listening to her heart beat with the lights off…Lance sleeping on the crappy fold out couch.
Every hour or so they would come in and check me and turn me from my left to my right side. Around 7am or so the contractions started to beef up and I started to feel them again. Not as intense as pre-epidural but enough to make me wince and curse and cry a little bit. I had refrained from hitting the epidural “button” to up the juice but I gave in as I knew we were nearing the end. I could feel the pressure everyone talks about…her head was definitely “right there” and she was ready.
Lance woke up and I had him open the window shades to let the sun into our dark room…set the mood. The nurse came in soon after to check me and sure enough baby’s head was there and ready to go! Several nurses started to trickle in and prepare for the “big event”. There was a “buzz” about the room and I started to feel excited and even joked with the nurses about how I was supposed to be getting a pedicure that day and apologized for my un-polished toe nails…I guess having a baby would have to suffice. The nurses got me into push position and were so attentive to my comfort making sure I had enough pillows and what not. I’m not going to lie…I was pretty darn comfortable…legs spread for the world and all!
Then it was go time. Pushing was a lot easier than I expected. Maybe it was the epidural or the fact that every nurse was cheering me on and made me feel like a pushing super star…but I pushed like it was my sole purpose in life. The competitive side of me took over and I got really into it…closing my eyes between contractions and taking slow breaths in and out prepping for the next round. I don’t remember exactly how many pushes it took or contractions but it really didn’t take that long before they called in the OB to finish the job. Then just like that she was here! Mid push the doctor told me to open my eyes and look down and there she was! Allison Vera had arrived.
They placed her on my chest and it really was that joyful moment you imagine. I cried a little and felt a rush of love for her. She answered by pooping on me and crying a lot. I remember looking at lance and exclaiming “holy crap we have two kids!”.
I couldn’t be more thankful and happy with how Allison’s birth played out. I’m still in shock that I didn’t end up with a repeat C section…that my body did this all on it’s own. When I discussed the plan for a VBAC with my doctor she went over all the possible scenarios and in the end I got the ideal one…go into labor on my own and progress on my own enough to have her vaginally. I feel like a super mom now that I’ve gone through two very different births…both of which I feel were positive experiences.
Allison is now 3 weeks old and we’re slowly adjusting to life with a newborn and a 3yr old. So far Allison has been a great baby…she sleeps for a solid 3-4 hours between feedings at night which is so completely different than her big brother. Maybe it’s just this second time around thing but I don’t feel nearly as overwhelmed or tired this time. Dare I say I’m actually enjoying these newborn days?! Ack…don’t quote me on that! One sure thing about babies…they change daily!!
October 20, 2015
I think most stories, not just birth stories, start out with some version of “It was just a normal day…”, or “It started out as any other day…” but not this one. The only thing that started out “routine” on Friday, October 2nd was waking up. About an hour or so after I woke up, showered, and got ready I got a call from my Mom. I knew before I answered what she was going to say…my Grandfather had finally passed and went to be with my Grandmother in heaven. It wasn’t a shocking call but still not the best way to start your Friday. If anything I felt bad that I couldn’t drive up and help my Mom “deal with things”…but she assured me she was fine and there wasn’t much to do…after all this was expected. Her only request was that I not go into labor that day. Being about 3 1/2 hours away now my Mom was our go-to plan for Jack when baby girl decided it was time.
I wasn’t the least bit worried about going into labor that day. My 39wk appointment the day before showed no progress as I was still at 1cm dilated and maybe 60% effaced. So I carried on with my day…took Jack to daycare and returned home to start work. I had a few final things to tie up pre-maternity leave and once I finished those I decided to head to the DMV and get our car registered as it was already overdue and I knew once baby girl arrived it would be a lot harder. Plus the only Runza in the state just happens to be next door…so win win for all!
Thanks to technology one is not actually required to stand in line at the DMV anymore…I signed in with my phone and noticed I had about an hour and a half to kill before it was my turn. So off to Hobby Lobby I went in search of something to keep me busy that weekend as I was obviously not having a baby.
I found some cute fabric and decided some burp cloths and a small minky blanket would suffice. I checked my phone and realized I still had about 40mins until I was due back to the DMV…so off to Runza I went to stuff my face with goodness. As I sat there eating I started to feel a little uncomfortable…but I figured it was because I had actual maternity jeans on for once and not sweats…so I hurried and ate and got the heck out of that booth.
Back at the DMV things were still feeling a tad uncomfortable so I decided to stand as I waited. Up until this point I had really only experienced Braxton Hicks and had no clue what “real” contractions felt like. Since I had a scheduled cesarean delivery with Jack at 37wks I never got to that point with him either…so really I was clueless on this whole labor/contraction stuff. I figured I was just having some stronger Braxton Hicks still with a little cramping feeling. I probably had 3 to 5 of these suckers as I stood there waiting and took my turn at the counter. By the time I got into the car all I knew was I couldn’t wait to get home and get these pants off…hoping that would stop whatever it was that was happening.
The drive home felt overly long…I had about 3 of these contractions and randomly glanced at the clock as each came…about 7 minutes apart. It was at this point when I started to wonder “is this it?!” followed by “no way…nope…not happening”. Thank goodness I work from home…and double thank goodness Jack was at daycare. I spent the next hour laying down catching up on the latest episode of Real Housewives of Orange County (my one reality show guilty pleasure…well that and Bachelor in Paradise) and somewhat tracking these cramps/contraction things…still about 7-9 minutes apart.
So now it’s about 2:30 and I’m texting Shelley the details…cause I’m starting to get nervous. My mom told me NOT to go into labor…this can’t be it! I didn’t want to call her unless I knew it was FOR SURE…not just an episode of false labor you hear about so often. None of the “big things” had occurred (no loss of the mucus plug, no water break…) so I figured the next step was getting in some activity to see if these suckers stopped altogether or continued. I also started a load of laundry to wash some nursing tanks and sweats just in case and gathered up my toiletries so they would be ready to throw in the hospital bag quick.
I got the vacuum out and went to town on the massive amounts of carpet in our new house…contractions still there…but slowing down a bit. I tried not to keep my eye on the clock as I continued doing odd things around the house…just in case we wouldn’t be around for the next 3 days. The contractions continued to come/go…sometimes closer together and sometimes not. I didn’t really feel them getting any stronger through so I held off on calling my Mom. Jack and Lance got home around 5pm and I decided to take a relaxing bath and see where things went. One thing was for sure…these contractions were not stopping. So either this was in fact it…or it was a giant tease. I finally called my Mom and gave her the heads up on what was going on…she assured me it was ok and if needed she could come down later that night.
We ordered some pizza from a local spot nearby and I ate a couple small pieces (this would later prove to a bad decision on my part) and I downloaded an actual contraction counter app and started to get serious about all this. Sure enough they were coming between 5-7 minutes apart and lasting about a minute. This was definitely happening.
We called some friends here in town who had offered to watch Jack in the case we needed someone before my Mom got to town. They were headed to a movie and I told them to go ahead and go…it would probably be hours before we headed to the hospital. We got Jack to bed by 8pm and it was clear to me that we needed to go like soon…I gave the on call doctor a call and she confirmed that we better get to the hospital. Our friends came over straight from the movie theater and by 9:30pm we were headed in! It still felt surreal…the drive wasn’t dramatic like you see in movies. We drove normal speed and I tried to concentrate and breathe through the contractions as they happened. We also decided on a name for our baby girl…up until that point we had thrown some ideas around but nothing was concrete. Ready or not…it was go time!
(to be continued…)
September 23, 2015
Hello internets. It’s been a while…according to my stats almost a year but closer to 10 months. Turns out a lot can happen in 10 months:
Like finding out you’re pregnant…
Start to grow a bump…
Oh and ya know…decide to move closer to home and put your house up for sale…
and go under contract within 2 days…so scramble to pack up said house and start the process of buying another one in a different state.
Find out IT’S A GIRL!!
Say peace out to Utah and our first home…
Spend the month of July living with family in Nebraska…
Finally get into our (very brown) house in JoCo KANSAS! Greeted by these bad boys again…
Enjoy lots of family visits and our first Royals game as residents!
Continue to grow that baby girl bump…
and start working on the nursery…slowly getting rid of all the beige/brown in this house.
That about covers it…it’s been a crazy several months…and even crazier summer. Now here we are on the first day of Fall…and (most likely) a couple weeks from meeting our baby girl. I hope to be back with some thoughts on that…so if you’re still out there checking here…hello again!!
(oh and you can follow me on instagram…in case I don’t come back for another 10 months)
November 13, 2014
Oh hey! It’s me! I’ve decided to come out of hiding to share a few things that I’m loving lately…in no particular order:
If you haven’t jumped on the bandwagon yet…you need to. After seeing references to it via twitter and instagram…I decided to finally download the first episode to listen to on the way to work one day…as a break from the BYU loving local sports talk. By noon the same day I had listened to all but one of the episodes. It’s addicting…like you’ll want to binge listen to it once you start…so you may as well just download all the available episodes from the get-go. It’s a non-fiction story told week-by-week…the murder of a high school girl in 1999. New episodes come out every Thursday and I force myself to wait till my drive home to listen to it…it’s pure torture!
Dad is Fat (and audio books in general)
In an attempt to lighten the mood between Serial episodes…I’ve been listening to Jim Gaffigan’s book, “Dad is Fat” to/from work. The audio version is read by Jim himself so it’s basically like listening to a stand-up act. The guy has 5 kids…I can’t even imagine. His analogies are so spot on…I laugh a lot…I’m sure people in the cars next to me think I’m insane. I’m not sure why it took me so long to tap into this gold mine that is audio-books. I guess I always associated them with old people. My friend Shelley listened to a lot of the Harry Potter books this way and I would secretly laugh and think “ya grandma!”…but turns out she was a genius. I’m also fortunate that our local library system is top notch…I get overly giddy when I scroll through the audio-book options…just have to decide what I want to listen to next!!
I think everyone remembers their first legal beer purchase…mine was a sixer of Boulevard wheat at midnight on the eve of my 21st. I remember taking a break from studying for a calc test the next day (yes i was a nerd) and driving to the store with my friend in our sweats to make this all important first purchase. I can’t tell you what the 2nd legal purchase I ever made was…but that first one will always stick with me. You see Boulevard Wheat was my “gateway beer” to craft beer…so I’ll always associate Boulevard as my first “beer love”. Fast forward several years and here I am in Utah with no Boulevard Wheat in site. However…a couple select beers are available…and Tank 7 just happens to be one of them. It’s a great late summer beer and pairs nicely with cheering on the Royals through the playoffs.
(no pic b/c i’m not sure the etiquette on posting someone else’s instagram…)
If you have a toddler and instagram (obviously if you have a child you have instagram…i mean how else do you annoy people with constant pictures of your child?!) and you like to laugh….well then what are you waiting for? Get your follow on! Via the genius of Mommy Shorts so you know it’s funny.
Yes the person…I know it’s a tad stalkerish. Whatever. I always thought she was annoying on The Office…but I decided to give her show The Mindy Project a try when it debuted a couple years ago. Now in its’ 3rd season it’s one of the few comedies I laugh out loud to. I’m not the type to follow celebrities on twitter or read US Weekly but I started following her twitter…and soon after her Instagram. That’s when my full on celebrity crush began. She’s the shit. She is funny, honest, and totally owns her curves and McDonalds addiction…I love it! I love her! …er I mean she’s pretty cool….for a celebrity.
June 19, 2014
A couple weeks ago Lance and I took our first trip alone as a couple since having Jack. Before this we had only had one night away from him at the same time. Such is life when you live plane rides away from grandparents (before you have kids=cool, after you have kids=not so cool). So a few months ago I bribed my Mom into coming out for a weekend by promising another grandchild in the works (cough cough…eventually…)…and of course she was happy to oblige and brought along my Stepdad too so he could do things like build us a new fence.
Since we live out west California is an easy destination…and since we had done Napa/Sanoma before we decided to explore the Southern part near San Diego. Neither of us were really interested in the tourist stuff San Diego has to offer so we decided to stay up North in San Marcos…and explore the coastal towns (and breweries)!
We really only had two main objectives for the weekend…relax and drink good beer. So it should come as no surprise that our first stop was the La Jolla Brewery (fave beer: Glider Port Pale) and then we ventured off to Ballast Point which was in a weird location but had a great deck for trying one (or 10) of their brews on tap.
I tried so many I forget which one was my favorite…but I definitely enjoyed the Calico Amber and the Fathom IPA…weirdest beer we tried was the Habanero Sculpin. Shocking…it was as awful as it sounds.
Then we made it to our little abode for the weekend… the Lakehouse Hotel.
This place is so cute! It was just completely remodeled about a year ago and it shows…a true Instagramer’s delight.
We made our way to a Trader Joes to stock up on snacks and wine…and then headed to dinner at Pizza Port in Carlsbad. Their seating is all communal…which I guess is the hip thing these days…and the place was jammed with people…but we somehow scored two seats at the bar shortly after we got there. The pizza was fantastic as were the beers. They brew their own as well as have a ton of the local stuff on tap. I had their Pale and it was a nice break from the heavy IPAs.
The next day we headed toward the coast/Solana Beach area where we ventured out to the water and walked up the beach a bit.
We weren’t totally hungry enough for lunch at this point so we decided to kill some time at another brewery…Culture Brewing. This place was like a giant open garage which was awesome for
people luxury car watching.
If there’s one thing about California…they sure LOVE their IPAs. Don’t get me wrong I too love a good IPA…in fact they used to be my beer of choice back in the day…but living in Utah (oh and having a kid) has really killed my adventurous beer spirit and after day one of beer tasting I was ready for something light(er)! So I claim their Hefeweisen as my favorite (GASP!)…whatever I’m weak. (The Amber was really good too)
After we had our fill of beer we headed north for lunch at Las Olas in Cardiff. This little place is located across the street from the beach…with fun outdoor seating. Maybe it was the booze, or the beach breeze and views, or just the vacation happies…but dammit if their fish tacos weren’t AMAZING. Good lord…I want one right now as I’m typing this.
Then we continued north and stopped at another bar (shocking!) Union Kitchen in Encinitas. This place was packed at 2pm on a Sat…people “brunching” which is apparently what you do in California. We hung out long enough to have some fun cocktails and watch the Preakness. Then it was back to the Lakehouse for some pool time.
Since we were feeling lazy for dinner we opted to go to the local Pizza Port and grab a pint and a pizza to go…perfect end to a fun and relaxing day. There was a wedding in the “boathouse” that night which was really close to our room…so we spent the rest of the night on the deck listening to the music and creeping on drunks as they left the reception. Typical vacation stuff.
We headed back home on Sunday feeling refreshed and ready to see our little redhead trouble maker. I think he was less than thrilled with our return because the grandparents did fun things like go to the zoo and aquarium…and introduced him to chocolate milk.
I think it’s safe to say he enjoyed himself while we were away…as did we! Maybe next time we’ll take him along ;)
May 14, 2014
So I signed up for StitchFix ….I’m pretty sure Lance is still confused about what it is because he refers to it as Stitch-n-Bitch. (because of the book?! no idea.) But whatever…it prompted this post that includes BOTH bitching and stitch-fixing. You’re welcome.
So first let’s go ahead and get the bitching out of the way… the HELL that is the “Hand, Foot & Mouth virus” (the name actually ends in disease but then it sounds all 3rd world scary to me…but then again it does suck ass so maybe disease is the best way to put it). You throw a bunch of grubby toddlers that chew on EVERYTHING in one room and it’s bound to happen. Oh the joys of daycare.
It started out as an innocent fever and a very calm/mellow Jack…which was all “awwwwww cute snugly-bug buddy” on Sunday (Mother’s Day!) and quickly morphed into the “I’m never sleeping again or eating or drinking anything EVER so you can freak out and constantly think I’m dehydrated” NIGHTMARE!! You guys…18mo old humans do not grasp the concept of a sore throat. They assume ALL food and EVERY GLASS is the devil because PAIN!!!!! But yet they are still hungry…and thirsty. I spent the hours of 10pm-1am Monday evening trying to convince my child that water was not hot lava. Then once he was willing to drink it…all hell broke loose because once again…PAIN!!!
Then for added excitement Jack decided he didn’t want to sleep anywhere within a 5mile radius of his crib…or sleep at all for that matter. The only time the crying stopped was when we were holding him and walking around… DON’T EVEN THINK ABOUT SITTING DOWN BAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!
Also blisters…everywhere. Like why?!
Pure evilness. Obviously the devil’s work.
So basically what I’m trying to say is…the following pics are kinda gross because my child is currently possessed by the devil and StichFix has this 3-day window where you gotta get that shit back in the mail or they take ALL THE MONEY and when i scheduled my “fix” I had no idea i would be trapped in said hell.
Real life is messy mirrors.
So here’s my first Fix. And if you aren’t familiar with this service then you probably don’t subscribe to 1000 mom blogs like I do…it’s what the cool kids are doing these days!
(long story short…you get 5 items styled specifically for you…sent to you in a box that gets you all excited like a kid on Christmas (or me in a beer store)…then you can decide if you actually like anything they send you and pay for those items…and just return the stuff you don’t!)
Now the price points on all of the items are more than I would normally pay for clothes. HOWEVER…I DESPISE shopping for myself now…I’ve always had a certain disdain for the mall…but now that I have post-baby body and a crazy toddler the idea of spending my free time there to just BROWSE sounds like a prison sentence. So I’m willing to pay for the convenience and it’s a “service” after all…nothing is free my friends.
My first impression with my items was that i LOVEEDDDD it all…and NO WAY will those jeans fit me.
Guess what…they did. (I’m wearing them in all the pics) They are not black like they seem…but a dark navy which is the reason I decided to keep them. They also have a high waist which is what I’m after these days thanks to all that extra flub around my midsection. They are stretchy and not too long…which is something I have an issue with most jeans because…SHORT LEGS!
Jeans: Kensie – Johnny Skinny Jean in Navy @ $88.00 Gah instant KEEP! (also this is the most money i have ever spent on jeans…but since jean shopping is like right above shoving forks in my eyes on my list of things that aren’t enjoyable…I’ve made peace with it.)
First top: Pomelo – Corinna Striped Heathered Dolman @ $48.00 Return
Now I alllmooossstt kept this top. It’s super comfy, soft, has mid-length sleeves, and grey with stripes…this is like all the shirts in my closet put together. Which is ultimately why I didn’t keep it. One of the reasons I singed up for StitchFix is try something new to me or that I may not normally pick up and try on in the store. So I liked the top…but didn’t keep it.
(this is my attempt to show the color of the jeans…i promise they aren’t black!)
Top 2: Under Skies – Aiya Eyelet Detail Blouse @ $58.00 Return
My initial thought with this top is that I would like it…but once I put it on it just seemed too baggy and flowy for me. This is a size medium and I wonder if maybe a small would have been a bit better.
You can see how it’s pretty long too. It felt like a big PJ shirt and given the price is equivalent to my weekly wine bill…it was an easy return for me. I’ll take more wine over a fancy white shirt thanks!
Top 3: Fun2Fun – Burgdorf Diamond Printed Henley Blouse @ $38.00 KEEP!
This top was the first one to really catch my eye when I pulled it out of the box. I currently do not own a single “blouse” so this qualified in the “something new!” category. The sleeves are a bit long but the style card has them rolled up…and once I tried that I instantly liked it even better. The material is a nice light weight so I figure I can wear this during the summer months with a cute skirt. Plus the navy of the shirt looks awesome with the navy in the jeans. The only downside is the length in the back…
It almost reaches the back of my knees. Is this a thing now or am I just extra short?! Anyways…I hear tucking-in is cool again. I perfected the “tuck-in” with my Mossimo tees back in Jr High…so I’m pretty sure I got this. Now I just need to find an excuse to wear it! This is a bit too fancy for work…it will invoke lots of (why are you sooooo dressed up?!?!) questions from my Patagonia/Chaco wearing work mates. So maybe a date night…or a trip to Target on a crazy Thursday night.
Oh and I got a necklace but never actually tried it on. It was basic and $34.00. I’m not much of an accessory girl and even though I did request jewelry pieces “some of the time” this one just wasn’t for me. If I’m gonna spend that kinda cash I want it to be like an outfit…so I can just wear one of my stained white or grey tees with it and call it fancy.
So there ya go. Bitching and Stitch-fixing all in one post.
I’m also now considering becoming a fashion blogger** since my closet has some hip items in it.
(Also I should probably mention that the links to StitchFix are my referral link so if you want to sign up use it…that way I get to buy more things!!!)
**for a real fashion blogger check out my friend Abby’s blog…she’s got a lot more hip clothes than me and actually knows how to wear them.