Promise me you'll never ever buy this stuff. I did, and I'm in big trouble. The good news? I'm getting a Stair Master tomorrow. Bad news? I can't change the fact that I bought this sinfully delicious ice-cream that I will forever carry around on my thighs. It was love at first bite.

Postpartum Cravings

I didn't really have any major cravings while pregnant. It was nice because I was able to maintain a good weight for my already overweight frame.

Lets make a quick comparison: 1st baby I gained about 60 pounds
2cnd baby I only gained 30 pounds.

Good, right? I think so.

So here I am, battling these cravings that I have decided to link to being a postpartum mommy. Not sure if me being able to eat two dozen peanut butter cookies is related to that or not...or if scarfing down three scoops of ice-cream in one sitting is either...but that's my story and I'm stickin' to it! Got it? Good!

You see, during my pregnancy, I actually didn't eat all that much. Ok, ok...sometimes I did. But towards the end I couldn't hardly stomach eating dinner with my family or swallowing a bite of ground beef or frog legs or calf fritters or a good ol' booger. Sweets was another thing nixed out of the pregnancy diet completely. I didn't have a sweet tooth whatsoever, so why now? Why now when I want to lose weight do my doorknob hormones decide to put me through such agony? I can't resist my urges to eat such divine desserts and I can feel the Crisco, cream and sugar filling my soul (and my butt).
She thinks it's hilarious...it's all her fault...she's evil...and cute...and GOSH I love her...the end.

Katelynn Miranda

December 18th, 2007 is a night I won't forget. It was 11 p.m. and I was sound asleep when suddenly awakened by some of the most memorable pain I will ever experience in all my life. 'This must be contractions' I thought. I tried closing my eyes again thinking I was probably wrong...but then BOOM! Another one hit...hard. I got up, walked around and decided to start timing them. 8 minutes apart. Yup, this was the real thing. My midwife said to call when I was having contractions 8 minutes apart that I couldn't walk or talk through. So I called in and she told me to hang for a little while longer until they were five minutes apart...unless my water broke. So guess what? A little while later I went to the bathroom and low and behold...my water broke. Woke hubby up, got Halie ready to go to the neighbor's and bolted down to Billings. MAN! That was the longest drive of my life. What took an hour felt like ten hours as my contractions were NOT like I had imagined. Ha, I thought they would be like the braxton hicks I was experiencing but stronger. Boy was I wrong! I got to the hospital and then everything was kind of a blur, besides the pain that blindsided me every five minutes now. I finally broke and asked for an epidural. The best thing at the time, but later something I would regret getting as I got a terrible spinal headache after they removed it. So now I have this epidural...and life is good. I fall asleep, and then start waking up as I feel as if something is coming out of me. I call for the nurse and she checks me. "You're fully dilated! And that baby is coming!" So in comes the midwife, and it's time to start pushing. Fifteen minutes or so, I am holding my new baby girl in my arms and am totally amazed at how different an experience this is compared to my cesarean with Halie. 7 pounds, 2 oz...19 1/4 inches long...and totally PERFECT. She was born at 10:26 a.m. on the 19th of December. Praise the Lord! I'm done! All that time that seemed to pass so slowly was all in the past now and it was time to start another chapter of my life with two kids (three if you count my husband ha ha) and return to normalcy. Might I mention how helpful my husband has been in helping with Halie as I adjust to being a new mommy again. Life is good.