the emergence of a baby or other young from the body of its mother; the start of life as a physically separate being

Birth Plan

We’re told to create a birth plan, and I get it, you set goals about what you want in your delivery room and your experience becoming a first time mom. You also hear so many people talk about how, “once I got in that delivery room, everything changed.” Makes me think of Baz Luhrmann’s song “Wear Sunscreen”

Don’t worry about the future; or worry, but know that worrying is as
effective as trying to solve an algebra equation by chewing bubblegum
The real troubles in your life are apt to be things that
never crossed your worried mind

Because basically everybody has told me to worry about every little detail, but that none of those things will come to fruition.

…and everybody seems to have an opinion on whether or not your birth plan seems like a wise idea. Just like everybody seems to have an opinion on whether you should eat sushi, drink coffee, lift weights, do yoga, wear sunscreen. And while I appreciate everybody’s need to interject about what is best for me, and what is best for my baby – okay maybe I don’t – this is something I have to discover along the way.

pregnant yoga
Inversions at 24 weeks


We hired a doula, who will also lead our hypnobabies class. Christian kept calling her a madula, I think he’s finally learned what a doula is. This was a very personal decision for me because I am going to have a vaginal, non-medicated birth. Go ahead, and tell me I’m crazy.

I’ll go into it with a back-up plan, but if I don’t stay strong in my convictions leading up to Kai’s birth, how will I ever expect that I’ll be able to say no to an epidural in the delivery room?

We’ll take six weeks of classes learning various breathing techniques, simple meditation, and light hypnosis to help me work through labor waves. Will I be successful? I don’t know. I didn’t know if I was going to enjoy moving to Alaska, or if I could snatch 140#, or if I could afford to purchase a condo and not get myself into credit card debt – guess what, none of those things happened. Do I regret it? Or believing I could be successful at it? No, because I made some great friends in Alaska, I was able to snatch 135#, and I bought my own place at 32 years old. And maybe I was disappointed that I didn’t complete my goals – but there’s a silver lining to all of it. Except this time it’ll be my own tiny human that shares my DNA.

AKBFF (Alaska Best Friend Forever)

All the other junk…

Doing a quick google search to see how to even begin writing a birth plan, makes me so thankful I have a doula to help support me on the journey. I’m learning so much already about drops in baby’s eyes after their born, packing snacks, birthing positions, do you want your baby washed before the doc hands them over to you, will I be allowed to do yoga in the delivery room leading up to her birth?

For everybody that tells you that your birthing plan isn’t going to go as you expect it to, there sure are a lot of bases you need to cover.

…and really, lets be honest. All I really want to ask is, “Can Bugz come?”





a woman in relation to her child or children

I don’t trust doctors.

I understand there are plenty of amazing doctors in the world. Sadly, I haven’t seen many of them. I went five and a half years without a period. Two of the five and a half years were due to the mirena IUD, three and a half years were due to a variety of assumptions from doctors including that I was premenopausal. I can tell you, when you’re thirty-one and being told you don’t ovulate and that you’re about to go through menopause, your outlook on becoming a mom isn’t very large.

I had my mirena for two years when I felt it puncture my cervix. It was a Friday and I was working out at CrossFit 405, when coming up from a squat I could feel it shift. The first hospital I went to did an ultrasound, sent me on my way with pain pills, and told me I was fine. I knew I wasn’t fine. I didn’t take any pain pills, proceeded about my normal activity as best as possible, and went to a second hospital on Monday when I was unable to shake the pain. Begrudgingly the doctor ordered an additional ultrasound, sure ‘nuff I needed emergency surgery.

This wasn’t the first time I was disappointed in a doctor’s first opinion. Like the doctor that blamed my stomach problems on my mommy being dead, when it turned out I had polyps in my colon. Or the doctor that would rather me pop pills than modify my diet.

The slew of health problems that arose after the mirena removal was unreal, including very embarrassing physical therapy. Think, legs in stirrups for hour long sessions two to three times a week. Think about a knot in your most sensitive place, being worked out with force.

We tried to get my period back with birth control, eventually was told I don’t ovulate, and was diagnosed with PCOS via blood work. In addition, I was sent to a reproductive endocrinologist who would diagnose me with Hypogonadotropic hypogonadism. We did an MRI on my brain and found a growth on my pituitary gland, which reminds me, as soon as this baby is born I really need to get this checked out.

Health VS the appearance of health

I met Brandon Henry when I moved to Santa Clarita, he was in charge of competitor programming and also who I spoke to about my diet. See, back then the appearance of health mattered more to me than actually being healthy. What mattered to me was being able to deadlift more than the dudes, to be able to wear a bikini ‘round the clock, and to be a mediocre crossfitter.

I’ll never forget the conversation we had where he tried to discourage me from being on competitor programming, but rather dialing my fitness back and focusing on healing my gut and hormonal imbalance. He wanted to remove carbs completely, and stop me from stressing my body out. He gave me the option to choose what I wanted to do — but urged me to focus on my health. I didn’t listen.

It wasn’t until a year after I left Santa Clarita that I contacted him, frustrated that nothing I was doing was helping me perform in the gym, that my period was still gone, that I couldn’t keep putting weight on that he finally convinced me to start a keto diet.

Keto diet

Within weeks of being on keto I had a full on period, the first in five and a half years. After becoming fat adapted I was performing better in the gym, able to run my first half marathon sub 2:30, eliminated food cravings, and didn’t find myself hungry 24/7.

My boyfriend is 47 years old. He has only been able to get me pregnant. His ex-wife had a kid going into their relationship, and his ex-girlfriend became pregnant as soon as they broke up. No matter how hard I tried to convince him to try keto because of his severe sugar addiction and ridiculous mood swings, he wouldn’t listen to me. Big ups to Rami Odeh who was able to explain the new diet he was on that changed his life — keto.

Roughly two months after he began keto, Christian and I spoke about adoption, and agreed on a timeline. If I wasn’t pregnant by the time he was 50 we would try to adopt. The following week I threw up twice during a workout, with all my insane food allergies I just assumed it was something I ate. After texting a friend, I was convinced to try and take a pregnancy test. The moment “pregnant” popped up on the test, I’ll never forget.

Christian also suffers from hormonal imbalances. And I believe us both going keto was the key to us being able to create this little life that has been cooking in me for 24 weeks.

22 weeks ❤


I wasn’t classified as high risk until it was discovered I have very minor placenta previa. Doctors are 99% sure this’ll clear up on it’s own, and all my research shows this is pretty common this early on as a pregnant woman’s uterus isn’t very large in the earlier stages of pregnancy.

I’m excited to give birth, and I’m hopeful that I can delivery baby Kai naturally — vaginally with no drugs. I’m scared I won’t have this opportunity if the pesky placenta thing won’t clear up. I’m scared doctors overly prescribe c-sections. I’m scared of recovery while baby daddy is running 3,000 miles.

Please, spare me your experiences in an effort to lesson my feelings.

I’m excited to meet baby Kai, a baby that doctor’s didn’t believe could ever be created. I’m excited to see what this next chapter of my life looks like.