Welcome to the world

Miles Atlas. The little guy – just 5 pounds, 14 ounces – made his way into the world Thursday, July 7, at 7:35 p.m.

He’s got fantastic blue eyes and – dare I say – mom’s hair.

His arrival was a bit unexpected but Mom, Dad and babe are doing well.

Sitting out

I wanted to run.

Last night, driving home from a semi-stressful work and listening to one of my favorite run songs on the radio, I wanted to run.

Forget the fact that it was 90 degrees and I’m one week shy of my due date and I officially quit running two weeks, I wanted to run.

My emotions were high and the idea of just heading out for the Greenway with some good music in my ears sounded sublime.

And then my belly grumbled, a glaring reminder that a run was not in the cards. Not even remotely.

I tell you this, about my urge to run, because you would think that such a desire would make me motivated to work out this morning.

But it didn’t.

Not even with a charged iPod and a cup of coffee made for me by Mark did much to get me going.

I sat on the couch. Got mad at “Good Morning America.” Threw a ball at Denali in the yard.

I made lasagna – one pan for tonight, two smaller ones for the freezer.

I did dishes.

Heck, I even took a shower.

And then I told myself that maybe, just maybe, I’d sneak away after dinner this evening and get a walk in on the treadmill. Heck, I might even throw in some weights.

What was your workout like today? Can you offer any motivation to get something in tonight?

Ditchin’ Post

How to not entertain guests:

Forgo making healthy, delicious foods in favor of Little Caesars pizza and crazy bread because you are lazy, cheap and/or pregnant.

Invite friends over for a game night – and make them bring the game. 

Sit on the sidelines with the dog while friends play said game because Denali is the only one certain to not to make fun of your cornhole skills.

While you sit on the sidelines because you don’t want to be made fun of, join the boys in teasing your husband and his questionable cornhole skills.

Make yourself – and only yourself – a delicious frozen beverage because you can’t have any beer.

Meet the Frozen Strawberry Basil Lemonade. It is the most refreshing and surprisingly delicious drink I’ve had in a very, very long time. The other lady at the gathering also got a drink and said it was lovely so it’s not just a baby craving.

Here’s how to make it:

2 cups Crystal Light lemonade (or lemonade drink of choice)

1 cup frozen strawberries

1/4 cup fresh basil leaves (I used a lemon basil variety from my garden)

Throw it all in a blender and add more lemonade if needed. Pour in a wine glass and enjoy. Makes 2 generous preggo-size servings. Don’t worry if you drink the whole batch – it would be less than 100 calories.

Oh, and if you want to drink, I gave Mark a taste with a splash of tequila and got a thumbs up.

What’s your favorite frozen summer drink?

Stained record

Move that body: 90+ minutes mutilating a honeysuckle bush and other yard crimes

The new trend in sweat stains: where belly meets boobs. Don’t be jealous – you can have your own torso-wide sweat spot when you get knocked up and gain 35 pounds.

Happy Fourth!

Epic proportions

Move that body: 4.6-mile walk with the boys

I am not sure why Mark decided to say what he said.

Maybe it was because, despite my best efforts to let Mark sleep in, that someone decided he should be an antsy pants today.

Or, maybe, it was because my best efforts to let Mark sleep in looked a little like this:

 

Doughnuts for him, coffee (decaf) for me.

Regardless, Mark decided that we should take an “epic” walk this morning.

Just what does an epic walk look like?

Does this look familiar Fort-4-Fitness runners?

A stop by the river for a water break. No worries – we brought a bottle.

+0.27 – we didn’t wait for the Garmin to find the satellite

Home, sweet home. 

Anyone have epic plans for the day?