Introducing: Amelia Kate Cirac

Last Sunday,our little girl Amelia Kate decided to join our family. We are absolutely in love. I never knew I could love someone so intensely and quickly, and so much.

I went into labor at 6 pm on Saturday evening, and for 12 hours straight my contractions were only 7 minutes apart. After what seemed like an unbearable eternity, I finally woke Chris up at 6 am, and told him that we needed to go to the hospital even though they probably wouldn't admit us, because my contractions weren't close enough together. I had planned to have a natural birth, but on the way to the hospital, my contractions became more intense and after 12 hours of labor, I was starting to change my mind. When I got into the labor and delivery room, some of the nice nurses asked how I was doing, I instantly started crying like the way you do when you are dealing with something painfully upsetting, and you walk in the door and your mom asks you what's wrong in a soothing voice.

 They checked to see how far I was dilated and despite how far apart my contractions were, I was at a 6. At this point my contractions were starting to last for 3 to 5 minutes, to compensate for how far apart they were. When they asked me if I was going natural or medicated I started crying again and said "I don't know anymore!". I eventually decided to get the epidural, and I'm glad I did considering I had 9 more hours to go.

I had a HUGE fear of getting an epidural. In the first place, I don't like people messing with my spine, and I am paranoid about getting paralyzed. Luckily I can still walk, and it didn't hurt a bit. The rest of the labor was heaven, minus the pushing at the end.I'm still an advocate for natural birth, and am going to try it with my next little babe, hopefully it will be a much shorter birth. 

Amelia had a few complications, namely, and tight cord around her neck, which caused her to swallow a bunch of meconium fluid and she needed help breathing for a few days. I remember being in the room getting all stitched up, and having her whisked away, Chris going with her of course, and asking over and over again if she was going to be ok- but the nurses never gave me a for sure answer. Loving this little girl so much is almost painful at times, knowing how devastated I would be if anything ever happened to her. Luckily, after 2 days all was well, and now she is a beautiful, healthy little girl. 

 Being a Mom is the most difficult, yet rewarding job in the world- and I'm only a week into it! Sometimes I go into a moment of thought when I look at her and think about all the things that could happen to her and  all the threats there are on this planet, but then I remember that she survived 9 months in my tummy, and made it into the world ok- That in itself is a miracle, and hopefully the miracles keep coming.

Also: Chris is the best dad ever and Amelia absolutely adores him.

Amelia scratching her face with her long nails (sigh). we gotta file those things.

A tired but very happy mama! Holy cow, I'm a  MOM!

Our baby girl is due this Wednesday! I don't know when she will actually decide she wants to join us, but I think (minus a few small details) we are finally ready for when she does.

 On Saturday after we finished the last of our deep spring cleaning for her arrival, we decided that we should do something "crazy" together since it could be our last weekend, just the 2 of us. We brainstormed ideas, and then decided that we first better go to the grocery store, since it was on our to-do list for the night. At the grocery store we got a little crazy and decided we would shop backwards starting in the drink section, working our way to produce. On our way through the aisles we thought that if we were going to get wild, we better get some ice cream (we NEVER buy ice cream) and so we stopped in the frozen section, and each picked out our own mini tub. I almost opted out halfway through the decision process and got some frozen yogurt, but we stayed strong and I picked out Ben and Jerry's pistachio ice cream, which might I add, is the most calorie saturated of them all, due to the handfuls of nuts stashed inside.

That afternoon we had our carpets cleaned, and so all our furniture was scattered throughout the house. The original hooligan plan, was that we would leave it all out until the next day, get in our bed without making it (sheets were just out of the dryer),  stay up really late, and watch a movie. If this is getting too out of control for you , don't worry because after about 5 min of being home and putting away all the groceries we couldn't help ourselves. We started not only putting the furniture back, but re-organizing all the rooms. About 2 hours later, when we were ready to get into our messy bed, we decided we really should make it first, and then finally we were ready for a late night and a movie.

A few days ago, a dvd from Netflix "showed up" in our mailbox. It was season 6 from "It's Always Sunny in Philadelphia" one of our all time favorite TV shows. We have recently banned this however, because (despite how funny it is) the last few series have been getting increasingly more crude and I always feel guilty after watching it. Chris said he hadn't ordered it, but there it was, and as a last hoorah before our parenting days begin, we watched it, ate ice cream in our freshly laundered bed, and as always, laughed really, really hard (because "It's Always Sunny" never lets you down in that category). As for staying up late, I think we only made it through about about 2 episodes, because I woke up around 2 am and it was still playing. We however, had been asleep for quite sometime.

That was our wild and crazy evening. And that was how I realized that we are officially un-cool. I don't know when it happened, just kind of crept up slowly I guess. One day you are going to dance parties, and get togethers, crashing at each others houses at 3 in the morning without washing your face and brushing your teeth, waking up at noon the following day. The next thing you know, a fun night out consists of grocery shopping, and organizing the furniture in your house with your significant other. I loved every minute of it.  

Pics of the Baby room: 

                             

I originally made this little bird mobile to go over the crib, but then we moved the crib. 

My friend Leah made me these adorable stained glass stars and birds

And Sadie made this darling little sock monkey! My friend Dallas Brooks painted a darling little bird for the baby as well, but I'm still finding the exact right spot for it. I have such talented friends!

This year was a Valentine's to end all Valentine's.

Chris and I went to the temple in the morning, just the two of us and were finally sealed. I don't think there is anything that could have topped that, needless to say that all on its own made it the best Valentine's day ever.

We spent a little bit of time together afterward, and then I told Chris to scamper off to work for a few hours so I could get a "few things" done. Our usual Valentine tradition is to stay in a lodge somewhere and go skiing, but under the current conditions it wasn't really an option this year. (I can't even balance on one foot in yoga anymore with this pregnant tummy). It was so much fun to celebrate V-day at home! I hung a few hearts, and whipped up some angel food cake, collaged a card, assembled a basket of some of his favorite things, and felt like I should have been wearing a polka dot apron or something.

Chris picked me up at 7 for dinner at Black Sheep Cafe. It's like Navaho food but gourmet style, and it's incredible. They just opened, so check it out. Not so incredible: bringing the wrong card. Ya that was embarrassing. Thank you technology for giving us online bank access through phones.

After dinner we made a visit to Grandma Mauree's house and dropped off v-day cookies and flowers, and then finally HOME. I love being at home. I especially love being home when I get to sit on my bed, under a heart mobile with my valentine.

I Love being married. 

and I Love v-day, even if it is just an economic ploy to make us spend a fortune on flowers and chocolate each year.    

YES. These are the dollar candles that you can get at Smith's in the latino section.

I like them- don't judge. 

Last week my mom called me and asked me if I wanted to come over and meet with this lady about "Choffy". I had no idea what she was talking about, but around 4:30 headed over anyway. Come to find out, Choffy, is like coffee, except with cocoa beans. It comes out hot and water based like coffee, except it smells and tastes like chocolate (unsweetened of course, and no caffeine). It's pretty much the best thing ever, so I ordered some and it is now a part of my routine breakfast. In fact, the only thing I don't like about Choffy is asking someone if they want a cup. It is a really lame play on words and I get embarrassed every time I say it.
SO, while I'm not a fan of blog advertising (to all my MANY blog fans), I gotta say: GET SOME. Especially for all the coffee yearning Mormons out there (Sadie Carlson, that is for you). 

Also: Chris and I decided to start juicing about a week and a half ago (much attributed to the documentary Fat, Sick, and Almost Dead). Aside from the excessive hassle of cleaning the dang juicer, it has been AWESOME. Tons of energy-breakfast of champions for sure. We have tried tons of recipe's- some good, and a lot not so good. Somehow Chris manages to chug them down even if they taste wretched, but not I. SO: If anyone who happens to read this has any good juicing recipe's (preferably anything that tastes like V-8 juice, or Orange Julius or... a strawberry shake) PLEASE share them with me, because apparently everyone on google has horrible taste buds.


As of today I am officially 30 weeks!!!!!! I have finally been forced to buy maternity pants. I can't believe we only have 10 weeks to go before we meet her. I worry all the time about whether or not I am going to be a good mom and do all the right things, or whether or not she will be healthy, or how to stay calm when she starts crying in that really grading manner because she is upset, and I can't figure out why etc. Despite my feelings of inadequacy, I am SO very excited to be a mom. I really can't think of anything else I would rather do. And thinking of Chris being a dad is really sexy for some reason. 


- 3-D Ultrasound: Not worth the $- don't do it. they kept cutting off her nose when they were editing the pic, leaving a big hole where it should have been. It also didn't help that her eyes were open the whole time making all the pics look slightly UFO ish. (except I kind of think it's awesome that she had her eyes open the whole time too).


- Watching my stomach ripple when she moves: insanely cool, never gets old. I once watched a stand up comedy where they were making jokes about pregnant women and how they think they are the only ones who have ever been pregnant before, and won't shut up about it for 9 months. Everyone was laughing the whole time. I finally get why that was funny. 


- Guess who passed her math class???? I don't think I have ever been more proud of a C in my life. One more semester to go. 

I can't believe I haven't posted since OCTOBER. I keep putting it off because my computer suddenly won't upload any pictures, and for some reason that makes me feel like I can't blog. But blogging is about writing, so here I go.


Life is good. I LOVE being pregnant, I feel awesome which I am so grateful for. It has been fun to go through the different stages of pregnancy, and understand finally what people have been talking about this whole time (minus the 3rd trimester). We found out our little baby is a GIRL on Christmas! We are both very happy about this (minus the fact that I only have ONE girl name that I like so far, even after looking at the baby almanac for names). 2 days ago we finally felt her kick from the outside which is now on my list of coolest life experiences- especially since before that, I had never even felt someone else's baby kick. I'm also taking a hypnobirthing class with Chris, which started out as a way to get around my fear of an epidural, but after learning about it,I wouldn't do it any other way (this is all out of the mouth of a woman who has never birthed a baby before of course;). I think I can do it!
I REALLY want to move out of this house before the baby is born in April. This has been a great little place, but I just can't envision raising a child here - the floor plan is wack. We almost bought a house in August but we pulled out at the last minute when we found out we were prego, so we could re-evaluate. I pass it everyday on my way to work, and it's still for sale, so I'm putting out the vibes to the universe that we can make it work if it's supposed to.


I took a math class in July, that I STILL haven't taken the final for, because I am petrified. I study for it every week, and only have to get a FIFTY percent on it, (if that indicates the severity of my mathematical struggles) and I still can't seem to nerve up, go in and take it- so as one of my new years goals, finishing the final is at the top of my list. That, and to stop asking Chris what he is doing every second.


This Christmas, was the first Christmas I spent away from home. We went to Huntington to celebrate with Chris' family (which was long overdue). I was a little nervous about this. I thought I would be really homesick for the food and traditions I look forward to every year at my home. I also like everything about white Christmas' and how magical it feels to be cozied up with your family, by a fire, while the wind howls outside on Christmas day (well good job Utah, you have been a real let down in that category this year) so the thought of palm trees surrounding me at Christmas time was a little unnerving. On the contrary I had a WONDERFUL time, the weather was beautiful, the food was great, and I love the Cirac fam, so that part was easy- except everyone kept beating me on Dance Dance, which I still don't understand? I feel like this is about to sound like some cheesy wrap up of a Sex in the City episode where Carrie Bradshaw is finishing her column, but truthfully: I think from here on out, as long as I'm with Chris at Christmas, it will feel like home. 


Cheers to 2012!!!! According to the Mayan's, we better live it up;)

A few Pics I scrounged up from Oct-Nov 2011:

My Beautiful Mom's Birthday

Halloween!!! 

(Don Quixote, and side kick Sancho Panza)

Why is it still fun to pretend smoke??

Chris' Birthday up in Midway...

And at Granda Mauree's house

The Nightmare Before Christmas' "This is Halloween" is probably the best Halloween song of all time I listen to it over and over during the month of October- followed by some creepy clips from my favorite Halloween movies... for those of us who don't like to psychologically disturbed. 

Chris and I are going to have a BABY! woot woot! April 18th is the official date- we are pretty excited. 

Being prego has been pretty weird. 

Things I have done that are not ok:

- Craving KFC

- Actually going into KFC and coming out with a bucket of coleslaw and biscuits.

- Eating a Crisp Pinto Bean burrito (approx 1,000 calories-but really) AND mexi fries, by MYSELF in the taco time parking lot

-  Eating del taco breakfast burritos every morning

- Letting the del taco bags accumulate in my car, so I have something to throw- up in. 

- Eating an entire block of cheese over the period of a day

- Watching Master chef for SEVEN hours straight, and then looking at Chris like he had lost his mind, when he asked me if I wanted to go on a walk with him. 

- Eating a whole entire burrito at Taco Bell, and then asking Chris if I could have one of the 2 tacos he ordered (which he kindly agreed to, and then had to get something else later on, because he was starving). 

Just to name a few.

It is no WONDER that I have gained TEN lbs, during the first trimester. Awesome. Babies are so worth it, but luckily, I feel a lot better these days and am returning to my healthier ways- cuz I'm pretty sure what I was doing was some form of child abuse.

 Finally the baby bells are actually sounding promising, and I am getting REAAAALLLYYY ecstatic about this whole pregnancy thing, and being a mom:)

I try not to actually think about the whole giving birth part. I'm still pretty concerned about that whole process- that's all I'm going to say about that.

xoxo