Caffeine free

Caffeine free

A few weeks before I got pregnant with William my desire for coffee completely stopped… cold turkey. I say (and really believe) my body knew it was going to get pregnant and it started eliminating all the things that weren’t necessary out of my diet. After having William I never craved a cup of coffee… just the smell. That dang smell is like heaven on Earth. It actually gets me excited in the morning when I smell a cup. But for the feeling I would get when I drank it…. not so awesome. I would feel jittery immediately after one single sip, it took me hours and endless microwave attempts later, to finish the cup. But I felt like I needed it because “all the other moms are doing it”.

Fastforward to this pregnancy with my little angel girl. Again, any physical desire for coffee went out the window. The emotional desire was still there though, wanting me to have it because I thought it would make me feel better and be more aware of what is going on.

The truth in all of this is, coffee made me a worse parent. I would get light headed playing with William and not able to focus on what we were doing. I would have heart palpitations and my body would get so jittery and weak I wouldn’t even be able to hold my poor little guy.

So I am now off caffeine. Folks, I am exhausted anyways. Pretty sure that’s part of the definition of motherhood, am I right?

I really do feel better without coffee and caffeinated tea (note: I do still have dark chocolate so I am not entirely off caffeine yet, but I’m getting close. I felt awful when I had a piece of chocolate the other day!)

When I want coffee in the morning I usually drink hot water, lemon, honey and cayenne.  It’s the most enjoyable pick-me-up for me in the AM. (Honey is something I still have in my diet even though I am “vegan” or “plant based” but you could add maple syrup, just stay away from real sugar as it might cause you to be jittery.)

Give it a try!

Add to hot water:
-half a lemon, juiced
-1/2-1 tbsp of honey (or more if you like it sweeter)
-a pinch of cayenne pepper

This will get your morning bathroom routine on point, and you won’t be dehydrated to start your day!

Enjoy friends, and let me know what you think of this delicious drink!

Gender Reveal

Gender Reveal

Before we get to the most exciting news of this whole blog post I wanted to tell you all why we decided to find out the sex of the baby this time. With William, we waited till he was born to find out if he was a girl or a boy.

I thought William was a girl for most of my pregnancy, probably up until the last 2 days then I just had no clue! We were excited to wait to find out, thinking the excitement of not knowing would get us through the pain of childbirth… But there were so many ups and downs in his birth story and I felt extremely unprepared. I really DID expect once they pulled him out of me (via c-section) that my husband was going to say we had a healthy beautiful baby girl. Although healthy and beautiful, I had a baby boy. I felt shocked, blindsided and a bit upset that I didn’t even know if I had a son growing inside of me for that past 9 months.

I think a lot of those feelings were to do with being in labour for over a day and ended in a c-section. FACT: My husband and I actually wanted our first born to be a son, so we are absolutely beyond thrilled that “it” turned out to be a HE. But, that being said, I thought I knew my body. I thought I was in tune with my emotions, feelings and intuition.

Then when I held William for the first time when I was on the operating table I thought I was going to drop him… I was so weak I told (whoever I said it to because its all a blur) that I needed someone to take him. My hearing went and I thought I was going to faint/puke or both. Neither ended up happening but with all the chaos of my sons unexpected “emergency” section, I felt completely lost. So out of touch with who I thought I was, what I was capable of and so far away from our planned home birth.

I thought I was prepared to bring our first born into this world and I was so sadly mistaken. I knew next to nothing about birth b u t I have used William’s birth as a learning tool for all of our births to come! This is why we decided to find out the sex of the baby… we wanted to be prepared. As prepared as one can be for labour and delivery, that is.

I thought our second born was going to be a boy as well. It was just my feeling from the beginning. I would laugh and say that since I think it is a boy…. it must be a girl!

Having another boy would be so incredible. We hit the freaking jackpot with William and I would love to have another boy for him to play with. Truthfully, I thought it would be easier to have another boy. Mainly because the economy is in the crapper (anyone else live in Alberta?!) and buying girl things would just add the the stress of this hard time. I can’t be the only one who has thought this way… right? Just tryna be truthful here, ya’llll.

But I think almost every mama wants a girl, just like nearly every daddy wants a boy! It’s not wrong or bad, it just is. We have a boy to carry on our family name and I eventually wanted a little girl to dress up and put little top knots in her hair (my hubs isn’t keen on me doing that to William but I am growing his hair out anyways!!!)

I want both. Another boy. And a little girl. And probably another boy and another girl after that. I want so many babies!!!!

I have felt pretty good throughout this pregnancy but there have been differences from my pregnancy with William. The 3 most noticable differences are 1. I had a line nigra line all the way up to my ribs around 12 weeks with William, I am 20 weeks and still don’t have one with this pregnancy. 2. My acne stopped in my second trimester with William and it has fiercely continued throughout this whole pregnancy so far. 3. My sex drive is actually existent this pregnancy, hence wanting to have all of Michael’s babies.

So folks. Here it is.

We are going to be welcoming the sweetest little girl into our family of 4 in June. I am balling writing this, if you want to know. We have a sweet, kind and gentle little boy and we have such a special, calm and wanted baby girl on the way to make our life even brighter!! A GIRL, our very own little girl.


Dress: @shoppinkblush
Photos: @glassfawnsphoto

How I knew we were ready to grow our family

I wrote this blog post two weeks before conceiving baby #2. My mind was in such a frenzy about having more babies, or not having more babies. I remember asking people how they knew they were ready to have another baby but I was never settled by their answers. But their answer isn’t my answer. Their choices don’t reflect my heart. You can’t possibly look to someone else to tell you when to go through your next season of life. It just happens when you are ready for it.


I’ve been really struggling with finding the “right” time to have another baby. Is there a right time?

With William, I knew I wanted a baby. It took me about 10 minutes to decide I really wanted to have a baby, and then that night we conceived him. I know it isn’t always THAT easy. If you have read some of my previous posts you know I was told I had endometriosis as a young teenager and would probably never have children or if I did it would be very hard to conceive. God laughed at that. It is like he was whispering to me that the perfect baby would be born in 9 months if we decided to have a baby. I trusted my feelings and I am so happy I did (OBVIOUSLY) and William arrived 9 months later.

This week my cousins kids were over and they played with William non stop. They were attentive, interactive and having so much fun with William. It is hard to be like that all the time as a parent, you know? In fact, I think it is impossible to be “on” all the time. I was so happy to see William having so much fun, but also sad because I know I get distracted so easily. Dishes – diaper changes, probably a poop explosion – bath – lunch – laundry, etc. (Not to mention the amount of time I am consumed with social media, which is a huge downfall of mine.) I feel like these are excuses to not play with William sometimes and they AREN’T. It is just so hard to be 100% focussed on William when there are so many chores that need to get done around the house to keep it a home.

I was watching William play with his cousins while I was cooking and he was laughing, like throw your head back laughing and I’m pretty sure his face hurt from smiling so much. I wished for a second that William wasn’t going to be our eldest child so he could have older siblings to play with. Then I realized he can be that older sibling to our next babies. So how could we not have more right away?!?

Then I think about time being taken away from William. How could I possibly take time away from William? How can I share my time? I feel like I can hardly manage as is. Or is this what most mothers feel like?

Two weeks later my heart opened up and grew an extra size at the thought of having another baby. There is no rhyme or reason to why I changed my mind, I just did. I want to share my love. I want William to experience a bond with his siblings that can’t be matched. I want to grow old with so many grand babies running around. I just knew it was time to grow our family…. and I am so excited we are going to be welcoming this little piece of heaven into our arms in June.

Our 13w 5d scare

 Sick baby+cold season+growing a human+not sleeping enough=sick mom.
“mom”(basically means): getting sick often.

I woke up to a sick little babe this morning, causing me to inevitably get sick as well. It started out as a pretty normal day to be honest. Sleep deprived, upset sick baby, cold tea. The works. But I did have a lot of energy today which was an A+ in my books. I actually washed dishes and dried them and put them away, all while listening to a podcast on VBACs. I seriously felt like super mom actually getting sh*t done today. Sounds like a good day right?

So I went for my second appointment with my midwife. (The same midwife I previously had with William, who I love.) We had a really good talk about VBACs and my fears around the pain I still remember from labour and I am so happy that she was able to give me some good tips for how to work through my anxiety. Honestly I felt like this was the best midwife appointment we ever had. We got straight to the point on many different topics and I was like:


We went to listen to the heart beat at the end of the appointment and that’s where things started to suck. We couldn’t find the heartbeat. I asked if I could try to find it because I have a doppler at home and I can usually find the heartbeat right away. We were both unable to find it after ~10 minutes and then a little rush of panic began to set it.

She booked me in for an emergency ultrasound and I had enough time to drop William off at a friends house and get to my appointment. (TO SIT AND WAIT *with a full bladder*.)

I had such awful thoughts going through my head while I was waiting… such sad and unthinkable things. And it all seems like a blur to me now….

And then finally it was my turn.

I sat down, bursting bladder and all, and watched as we found my littlest baby on the ultrasound screen. There he or she was… still. Then all of a sudden started bouncing off the walls of my uterus (BUT REALLY MY BLADDER) and I just cried. The ultrasound tech zoomed in to his/her heart and I watched it beat. 147 bpm, to be exact. S/he was okay. *Perfect, but I might be biased* and busy as can be. Just imagine how people dance at raves, crazy hand and legs flying everywhere (that’s how they dance, right? anyways.) This kid wouldn’t sit still so no wonder it was hard to find the heart beat.

I laid there, wiping away tears of gratitude, listening to the ultrasound tech point out my baby’s bones, brain, left and right sides of the body. I could see the bones in my littlest loves hands. Everything, perfect. Exactly how it should be.


I am choosing to take this experience as a reminder that nothing is a guarantee. I am going to hug William a little more (even when he squirms away) and I am going to take more time for this new baby and I to bond like William and I did before he was born.

My placenta is laying on top of the uterus (anterior placenta) for baby #2 so that will play a role in it being hard to hear the heartbeat as well. When I was pregnant with William the placenta was on the backside of the uterus (posterior). This baby was head down today, as it was 6 days ago at my last ultrasound. Yep, ultrasound overload. This was my 4th ultrasound so far this pregnancy. And our next is January 16th when we find out the SEX. 

6 month avocado smash

Before William was even born I knew I wanted to exclusively breastfeed William until he was at least 6 months old. I cried while breastfeeding William to sleep the night before his half birthday… It was the last time he would ever just have milk to nourish him before bed and it broke me a little. My baby boy was growing up and I just didn’t (and still don’t know) where the time has gone.

To celebrate Williams first 6 months of life we wanted to introduce him to avocado! We introduced William to avocado first because it is creamy, delicious and full of nutrients! Avocado is loaded with fat (good, whole fat that) and rich in calories. Avocado is a great source of fibre so it aids in the digestion of the food. A lot of babies get constipated when solids are introduced so this is a great supporting food to start out with!

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I mashed it up instead of pureeing it. I also let him feed it to himself. I believe if he desires to eat food he should be able to do it himself. I didn’t want to force anything into his mouth that he didn’t want to eat. This was his first experience eating food that isn’t just milk and I wanted him to experience it the way he wanted to! I fully expected him to play with the avocado and having it in his hair and all over his body! It amazed me how well he did with getting food into his mouth. I thought he must be so ready to eat solids since he handled it so well and enjoyed every second of it, avocado up the nose and all!


Super proud of my baby boy, and so is his daddy (as you can tell by his beaming smile!) 

When William had his first bowel movement after his avocado smash it was just about the exact same as it went in. I felt like his digestive track wasn’t ready for solid foods so we have put a stop to introducing solid foods. I don’t want to stop breastfeeding William at all, that wasn’t the point of introducing solids. William was really showing signs of wanting to eat food, ex: he was grabbing food off of my plate, out of my hands and grabbing at the food when it was going into my mouth. He would watch me prepare food so intensely, like he couldn’t miss a beat. I didn’t give him food to play with because I knew it would immediately go straight into his mouth to eat and I didn’t want him to eat any solids until he was 6 months old. I just felt that deep down he wasn’t ready for anything other than muscle milk until his half birthday.

I read some information on iron deficiency in children and that William may have a decreased risk of iron-deficiency anemia if he is exclusively breastfed for 7 months! I plan on breastfeeding him as long as I can, and primarily breastfeeding him for a few more months.

“Food before 1 is just for fun.”

Since William had avocado (1 month ago) he doesn’t freak out at the sight of food like he use to… We will try avocado again in a few weeks and see how he enjoys it and how his bowel movements are. I think the next food after avocado is going to be spotty b-a-n-a-n-a-s and I am so excited for him!

William’s Birth Story

Before you read William’s birth story you need to know my labour was exactly how it was meant to be. Although, it was not my birth plan, not even close… my plan was not God’s plan.

My birth plan: Home birth, water birth. Delayed cord cutting with baby (we didn’t find out the sex) put immediately on to my chest for skin to skin. No drugs or intervention and we were going to save my placenta for encapsulation. That was my beautiful, beautiful birth plan. I know you can’t plan out a natural birth so I made sure to write in “hospital as back up if mom (me) or my midwife feel it is necessary.” And yes, in the end the hospital was necessary.

The night that we found out (May 5th) we were expecting our little babe I put What to Expect When You’re Expecting on the TV so naturally that is what I watched the night I went into labour, right? In this case, heck yes. (Why didn’t I try that earlier?!)

I went to sleep around 11:30pm at my parents house the night I went into labour. Michael was out of town and for the first time I thought it would be a good idea to stay at my folks place… you know, just in case! At 12:45am on January 5th I woke up in pain. The pain was not braxton hicks, I’ll tell you that right now! I never thought my contractions were braxton hicks but that might be because I was experiencing braxton hicks since I was 16 weeks pregnant. After many trips back and forth to the bathroom (yes, I went there) I finally went to wake my mother up at 1:30am.

When we started timing my contractions they were already 2-3 minutes apart lasting between 50 seconds – 1 minute. All I could think was “you’ve gotta be kidding me” but it was no joke! Labour came on fast and it came on strong.

We called my midwife just after 2:00am and my mom was on the phone with her when my water broke. My midwife decided to head over to my parents because I was Strep B Positive and I needed to be on antibiotics. She could hear me during my contractions and she really believed I was close to delivering my baby. She asked if I needed to push and if she should call her backup midwife to get her to come. I said no because I knew I wasn’t ready to push yet…..

I WAS ONLY 2-3 centimetres when she got there. “NO (flippin) WAY.”

We made our way to my house where the planned home birth was going to take place. I called Michael and he woke up and started his 4 hour drive home. My contractions got worse and my mother had to push on my back for every contraction. That was the start of my back labour….

At 8am, and no sleep later, I had to stand for all of my contractions. Each contraction got worse, as they do. My back labour was worse because William wasn’t descending. With every contraction he was pushed harder against my pelvic bone, intensifying the back labour. I needed my mom to push on my back during each contraction, someone to push my hips together and someone to hold my hand during my contractions. I swear to you, all I said is “this is horrible” for every single contraction I had. I tried to cry, I really tried. I couldn’t. It sucked. I wanted to cry. So much sucked. Not all labour sucks. I just kept thinking WHY DID I GET A SUCKY LABOUR?

I took way too long of a shower before (I actually don’t remember showering at all) and used too much hot water so Michael started boiling water on the stove and it took hours. When I was finally able to get into the pool it felt so friggin’ nice. I fell asleep…. well, in between contractions. Generally the pool speeds up contractions but my contractions actually slowed down when I was in the pool. I was so comfy (and obviously William was too!) so they made me get up and do stairs. BOOM the contractions came on fast. I was practically running up the stairs, in between contractions, in hopes to get my baby out of me!

My support team would say “each contraction is getting you closer to meeting your baby”. No. No it wasn’t. Call it ‘maternal instinct’ but I honestly didn’t think this baby was coming out the way it was supposed to. It wasn’t supposed to be how it was… it was not supposed to be that hard.

By 5:00pm I had been in labour for 16 hours and it was time to go to the hospital and get pitocin because my labour needed to progress and I was only 6 cm dilated.

I thought I was screaming when we got into the hospital, like a labour scene in a movie screaming but I guess I was actually pretty quiet. (Any other moms think they acted worse than they did?) HAHA.

My midwife looked at me and told me I needed an epidural. I was the 4th mom she has told that to out of all of her moms in labour… just to paint the picture for you.

The pain was so bad. William was posterior and hitting my pelvic bone. The back labour was excruciating and he wasn’t descending. So I decided to get the epidural…

The epidural kicked in and my contractions picked right up. I was having 6 contractions in 10 minutes. THANK GOD for modern medicine… My body needed to relax to get the show on the road. I was able to do my makeup, laugh, listen to music. I was so thankful that I could enjoy a bit of my labour… dream, pray, wonder if I was about to meet my son or my daughter.

After a few hours of easier labour I was nearly 10cm. I would get to 10 cm then I would go back to 9.5cm… it was a “fun” little game my body was playing on me! Finally I reached 10cm for good and was able to push at 1:20am. By this point I was in labour for over 24 hours. Longest and hardest day of my life! I pushed for 2 hours and he still wasn’t descending. I had both of my midwives pulling my pelvis apart in hopes to get him to move down. Seriously, thank GOD for modern medicine because I wouldn’t have made it through all of this pain. With each push the midwives and Michael could see his head coming closer but as soon as I stopped pushing any progress I had made went away. It was good news that I could push… I knew what I was doing. I felt confident. It came naturally to me and I seriously wish I could have pushed him out. But he just wouldn’t fit.

The OB came in and talked to me about my (our) options. William’s head was too swollen so the vacuum wasn’t an option. The OB checked and said the forceps were not likely to work. He said my pelvis was so small he wasn’t confident William would be able to come out with forceps. He said if we tried the forceps there was a chance he would get stuck, I would have a 4-5 degree tear and I would end up in a c-section. SO. I decided a c-section was the safest option for William and I.

At this point, my epidural was off. They had to turn it off in order for us to decide what option we were going to choose… Once I chose the c-section route they called the anestisiologist to come back in. I tried not pushing till the epidural kicked in again… but when a contraction comes there is no way in the world you can NOT PUSH.

William’s heart rate kept dropping and we had to prepare for an emergency c-section.

I felt so messed up from all of the drugs. They said I would feel a lot of pressure and I did. It didn’t hurt but it felt so weird… At 4:25am Michael stood up and yelled “It’s a BOY”. I heard my new baby cry that is like music to your ears. My son was born! But I felt like I could hardly comprehend it… I was about to throw up, my hearing was going and then they handed me William for skin to skin contact and I could hardly hold him because I was so weak.

William 20.8 inches long and weighed 7lbs 13 oz when he was born, 1 day before his due date.


A while later (because really, I have zero clue how long they took to close me up) we left the OR. Michael and I spent the next hour in recovery, cuddling the crap out of our new born son. We were parents. He was ours. He will always be our little baby.

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I didn’t want a c-section. I didn’t want an epidural. But without a doubt I wanted a healthy baby. This wasn’t my birth story, it was his birth story. It was how it was supposed to be. I don’t regret getting a c-section or an epidural now… I absolutely without a doubt hit my max.

This will mould him to be the man he is supposed to be. As the song in William’s birth video says “it’s the ups and downs that turn you into the man you were born to be.”

This is just the beginning. His beginning.

You can watch William’s Birth Story
by Kristina Nichol @ Sonetto Box Photography here:

by: Kristina Nichol

I wait another day 
Just to hold you in my arms 
It’s never easy waiting for the things we love 

I — 
I—wait for you 

Now that you’re here 
We’ve latched on and wont let go 
There’s a light that burns inside you 
That we want the world to know 

I am a Mother to a dream maker 
I am a Father to a dream maker 

You have a good strong heart 
Just like your Mama 
And may you grow up to be a Gentleman 
Like your Papa 

Cause it’s the ups and downs that turn you into 
The man you were born to be 

You had us 
You had us 
You had us from the first breath

Life-Altering Green Smoothie

My girlfriend Jamie made this for me a few months ago….. and it is exactly how it sounds. It is so good, so fresh and my life actually changed once I tried it! I made this smoothie *almost* every day I was pregnant for the last few months. I felt more energized and overall a bit more healthy. I wanted to make sure I was eating enough green leafy veggies so I could fight any sickness that came my way! I switch it up from spinach to kale to a mixed green blend (which I did today). If you don’t have pineapple, add mango. No mango? Peaches. I had bags of frozen peaches from our trip out to BC and I used them up in no time!

This recipe makes 4 smoothies… because of the avocado and the can of coconut milk. To make the smoothie you can put the other 3 in freezer bags to make your mornings (or night time cravings) easier! Or make the whole batch for a brunch at your place!


1 avocado, peeled, pitted 
and quartered – don’t throw the pit out!
4 cups peeled and chopped pineapple – I have used mango and peaches before.
4 handfuls baby spinach (kale or mixed greens)
1 can coconut milk
2 limes, halved with the skin off
1/4 cup chopped fresh cilantro
4 quarter size pieces of ginger (I do extra think pieces)

I have altered this original recipe a bit from Clean Eating because I find that I like these portions better. It is easier to just throw 1/2 of the lime into the blender or bag instead of squeezing the juice out and same with zesting the ginger. I am a mom… who actually has time for that anymore? And I add more coconut milk because who doesn’t love it extra creamy?! Alter it however you want!
Throw 1 smoothie portion into a blender… add water if it is too thick. POOF!
Delicious and nutritious. 
WITH THE PIT you can put it in the over at 250° F for 2 hours. Take it out and carefully cut it into pieces, blend into a powder and add it to future smoothies! The pit is nutrient dense, full of fibre and antioxidants. It is bitter so add a little for the first time!


Our first 9 months together


I have always dreamed of being a mother. When I was in school my teachers would ask me what I want to be when I grow up and I would say “a mom“. People have different definitions of what success means to them and mine has always been to be a great mom. I spent years being worried I might not get to experience a pregnancy of my own because at the age of 15 I was diagnosed with endometriosis. Along with the endometriosis I suffered from ovarian cysts that were very painful and if you have had them, you definitely understand! However, I had faith that one day I would be pregnant because I knew and still know God made me to carry my own babies! The only way to overcome having endometriosis is in fact getting pregnant… seems tricky, hey?

One night I had an overwhelming feeling of wanting to have a baby with Michael. I was crying and I felt so strongly that it was our time to bring a baby into this world to love on. The next morning when I woke up I told Michael I thought I was pregnant. He didn’t seem to think it could happen that quickly b u t it does, it did, and I knew it. My body changed so quickly that the signs of pregnancy were unmistakable. I started feeling dehydrated right away, chapped lips and hands that couldn’t be smoothed with moisturizer. My boobs hurt almost immediately, faint nausea set in and I just felt pregnant. My nails grew stronger. I didn’t want to drink coffee. I was in a lot of cramping pain and it was n o t period cramps.

May 5th 2015, Cinco de Mayo, was the day I found out Michael and I were expecting a baby. I hadn’t missed my period yet and I figured I would wait till my period was late to confirm because pregnancy tests are expensive! I was already taking folic acid so I wasn’t too worried about waiting a few more days to find out for sure, but my sister spilled the beans that I thought I was pregnant so she and my mom came over with a pregnancy test. Somehow Michael was oblivious to all of this and didn’t know I was taking a pregnancy test… *whoops, sorry hunny* but I went upstairs to take the test anyways. Since it was the evening and I figured it would be negative because I have heard you are supposed to take your pregnancy test in the morning when you’re newly pregnant because your HCG levels will be higher… After the 2 minutes I turned the test around and read “Pregnant 1-2 weeks” – and I g a s p e d! I knew I was pregnant but I was still surprised when I read it.

Within  two hours of finding out I was pregnant I started applying for a midwife. In Calgary midwives are in such high demand I thought I was about 1-2 weeks too late to send off the applications! Michael and I watched What to Expect When You’re Expecting while I sent off applications to every midwifery service in Calgary, praying we weren’t too late.

While we were waiting to hear whether or not we were going to have a midwife I booked an appointment with my naturopathic doctor to follow the pregnancy (if any of you live in Calgary I highly recommend Dr. Marnie Wachtler as a naturopathic doctor). I was having major cramping pain and I was sent for a ultrasound to rule out ectopic pregnancy because of the severity of the pain. Yes, thankfully it did come back negative because we now have a beautiful baby.

After 5 weeks of waiting I got the confirmation call that we had a midwife! We felt so blessed to be under midwifery care because we wanted a natural pregnancy and labour. We had a solo midwife which meant every appointment we had we saw the same midwife. At our first appointment I started crying right away because I so desperately wanted to hear our baby’s heartbeat for the first time…. and it came in loud and clear. S/he had a very healthy heart rate of 160 bpm which caused me to believe even more than s/he was a girl!

We decided not to find out the sex of our baby because 1. ultrasounds can be wrong and 2. because we were happy with a boy or a girl. My mom came to my 20 week ultrasound appointment with me and I was very clear to the ultrasound technician that we didn’t want to know the sex so we closed our eyes, and covered with our hands just in case we had the urge to peak! I missed hearing this comment from her but I guess she said “Good thing you weren’t looking because you would have known what the sex was.” Ha! And yes, we had a beautiful baby boy.

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I was so blessed with a perfect pregnancy. Perfect for me, that is. I didn’t throw up once but I sure was nauseous. For anyone who hasn’t have a baby, imagine being hung over all of the time BUT you don’t even get to drink! I had strong braxton hicks start at 16 weeks and they continued until I was in labour. I started feeling my baby kick early for a first time mom and at 17 weeks and 5 days our baby started really kicking hard. The best part of that first strong kick was my husband Michael was actually able to feel it. Baby D (D for Dozer, a nickname my husband came up with, haha!) was head down from 24 weeks onwards, sunny side up (but you’ll hear more about that when I post Williams birth story). My colostrum came in at 26 weeks. When I would go to my midwife appointments she would say that everything is looking great and refer to my pregnancy as a boring ol’ pregnancy because everything was going exactly as it should!

Between 36-37 weeks I started to get very uncomfortable in my low back… but only on my left side. Being in pain was the strangest feeling because I seriously loved every minute of being pregnant up until that point. I started going for more regular massages, craniosacral therapy, acupuncture, yoga, chiropractor – you name it, I tried it. The pain was dulled a little by the work but the pain wouldn’t subside so I started the eviction process at 37 weeks!

I started acupuncture to induce labour, taking homeopathic medicine, eating pineapple and spicy food, drinking castor oil, sex, walking, squatting, taking evening primrose oil… seriously. If I missed writing something down, you bet I still tried it. It really is true when people say the baby will come when the baby is ready. BUT PEOPLE, you don’t say that to a pregnant lady with raging hormones! We still want to feel in control of ourselves and of our bodies. With us crying spontaneously and having a human in us we so desperately want out so we can meet, there is no telling how we are going to react. I was reminded it’s God’s timing while I waited the 39 weeks and 6 days for my baby to bless us with his arrival. God knows exactly how long our baby needs to develop to be perfect for US.

Everybody is different, every body is different, every baby is so different…. every pregnancy, every mom, every experience. My experience doesn’t have to be yours. I do wish for you to have a perfect pregnancy, perfect for you, just as God intends it to be.

Guilt free chocolate cake

Gluten free – Dairy free – Vegan (option) – Guilt FREE.

My girlfriend Tiffany gave me this recipe after she made me this cake for my birthday this year. I don’t know how I lived 23 years without it! It is moist, delicious, chocolatey AND healthy. Seriously, what person doesn’t want to eat a cake that is actually good for them?

I recently made this for my mom’s birthday and it was a huge hit! My dad even liked it….. and if you know him, you know it’s pretty hard (impossible) to introduce him to new food. Needless to say this cake is divine and even the pickiest eaters will be scraping their plate clean!

(If anyone knows my dad please do not tell him there is quinoa in it or that it was healthy!)

Chocolate Cake Recipe

Chocolate Cake ingredients:
2/3 cup quinoa
1 1/3 cup water
1/3 cup almond milk
4 large eggs OR egg substitute**
1 tsp pure vanilla extract
3/4 cup coconut oil, melted & cooled
1 1/2 cup sugar (coconut sugar is a bit better if you’re looking for an alternative)
1 cup cocoa
1 1/2 tsp baking powder
1/2 tsp baking soda
1/2 tsp salt

Chocolate Cake Directions:
• Rinse quinoa before cooking, it will take away the bitterness.
• Bring quinoa and water to a  boil. Cover, cook for 10 mins. Turn off heat and leave for 10 minutes. Fluff with fork and let cool.
• Preheat oven to 350°
• Grease 2 8″ round cake pans with parchment paper (I have used only 1 pan)
• In blender combine milk, eggs & vanilla. Add 2 cups of cooked quinoa & melted coconut oil and blend until smooth.
• Add sugar, cocoa, baking powder, baking soda and salt to blender.
• Mix well, pour into pans
• Bake 30-40mins and use toothpick to see if cake is cooked through.

**You can make this cake recipe vegan by adding chia seeds instead of eggs:
1 tbsp chia seeds & 3 tbsp water replaces 1 egg. 

Raspberry Sauce

I absolutely l o v e fruit (I did through my whole pregnancy) and when I found this recipe I put it on everything I could!! I used it as jam, waffle topping, cake topping… anything!

Raspberry Sauce Ingredients:
• 2 1/2 cups raspberries
• 1 tbsp freshly squeezed lemon juice
• 2 tbsp cold water
• 2 tbsp cornstarch

You can add 1/3 cup sugar or preferably raw honey to the raspberries when cooking if you need the extra sweetness but I love the natural sweet and tartness to it!

Raspberry Sauce Directions:
• Cook the raspberries and lemon juice in a pot for 5-7 minutes until the raspberries start to break down, make sure to stir often.
• In a small bowl, mix together the cornstarch and cold water then add to the raspberry sauce.
• Cook for 30-60 seconds, until thickened.
• Let cool and store in fridge.


Coconut Whip Cream:

Coconut Whip Cream Ingredients:
• 1 can coconut milk, chilled
• Maple syrup or 1 tsp pure vanilla extract (or both!)

Coconut Whip Cream Directions:
• You want to make sure the can of coconut milk has been chilled (in fridge) for a few hours. That will allow the milk to separate and you will use the top layer (cream)
• Whip to your desired consistency
• Add maple syrup to taste or pure vanilla extract
• Whip till it is evenly mixed in.


Enjoy a piece… or two! ♥