On Figuring Out the Beauty Thing

When I was pregnant with Lucy, five odd years ago, I was still figuring out who I was in every single sense of the word. Not that I’m not doing that same thing now, I mean, it’s a constant learning curve to figure out who you are, but at twenty-eight I feel much more comfortable in my skin than I did at twenty-two/twenty-three. And I mean that both literally and figuratively. Not only did I have no clue what I was doing as a new wife, new (surprise!) parent-to-be, friend, working mom…on and on and on, but I didn’t feel comfortable in my body.

When I got pregnant with Lu, right away I lost 15-20 pounds. And let me tell you, the first 10 pounds were pretty awesome! But after that, man, I was hungry. Most of the pounds came off due to stress (OMGI’MHAVINGABABYWTF!) and the ever-dreaded morning sickness. I am not a lucky pregnant person during those first few months, and I suffer from morning sickness pretty badly. I basically didn’t eat for two months, so obviously, weight was lost.

So up until I was about 6 months pregnant, people honestly couldn’t tell. I’m tall-ish and since I had so much weight to put back on, I really didn’t balloon out until later. And my job, though stressful, had an extremely relaxed dress code, so I spent most of that pregnancy in sweatpants and old t-shirts. I certainly had no interest in pregnancy fashion, or looking cute while pregnant, because I basically felt that was an impossible task.

Us on the Pier

Me at 5 Months Pregnant with Lucy…Trent in his bearded wonder days

This time around, things are a bit different. I still didn’t show much until later, but I definitely got to a bigger belly much more quickly then last time. And this time my job, while so much better then where I was during the first pregnancy, has a more strict dress code. I’m not wearing a suit every day or anything, but they tend to frown upon sweatpants and stained t-shirts.

*Quick sidenote: Can I just emphasize how incredibly lucky I am to have the body I do? I swear, I have met women whose pregnancies are just awful, uncomfortable months of yuckiness, and mine, truly, are not that way. I have the first two months of sick, tired, OMGIWANTTODIE, but after that, it’s pretty much on cruise control. I get tired, but not too exhausted to function. I don’t really have bad reflux or swelling or early contractions or whatnot. Maybe it’s my karma for the morning sickness thing? No idea, but I think I may need to make a sacrifice to some lady-god to thank her for this gestation luck…*

One thing that is exactly the same regarding both of these pregnancies is, honestly, I’ve never felt more comfortable in my own skin as I do when I am pregnant. I remember feeling this way with Lu and wondering if that was normal or if I was just a complete weirdo…and I’m still not sure. Maybe it’s because when I’m pregnant I feel like my body is doing something really incredible or maybe it’s because I give myself a pass on the nit-picking, as I’m supposed to look different then normal, but for whatever reason, I love how I look and have way more confidence then when I’m not with child. So this pregnancy, I decided I wanted to look cute, because damnit, I am! But, and this is where I promise this post will go somewhere, I didn’t want to spent too much money in the process.

As this is likely my last pregnancy, I definitely didn’t want to spend a bazillion dollars on designer maternity gear, but I didn’t want to spend 9 (10) months schlubbing around either. I picked up some basics early on from Gap Maternity, my go to for all new stuff, as I know it will fit and is great quality for the price. I had a pair of jeans and a dress or two from my pregnancy with Lu that I wore this time around, but that’s about it. I trolled eBay and style blogger sales looking for deals on brands I knew I liked. And I have a few lovely friends that unloaded some of their old maternity clothes on me as well.

A few weeks back, a good friend who lives far, far away asked if I would post pictures of my pregnant self on Flickr so she could watch me balloon out from afar. After a few weeks of posting my “Preggo Style” I started to think about how almost all of my outfits were non-maternity, regifted, recycled or purchased used, and how it might make for a fun little blog piece. So I gathered my good friend Katie, a stylist extroidinaire, and asked if she’d help me do a piece on maternity fashion on a budget. She said yes because I am quite convincing. And a few days back, we gathered to “shop my closet” for maternity wear. Rules were at least several of the pieces had to be non-maternity, all had to include something regifted or reused, and everything had to be my own. One messy closet later, we had five days worth of outfits to share with all of you! This is something new for Crazybananas, but since I’m the CEO of Awesome around here, I decided trying something new might be good for all of us.

Stay tuned later today for outfit number one, and let me know what you think! Feel free to mock my craptastic modeling, but if you call my giant belly ugly, I might cry. Just, you know, keep it kind, people. I’m hormonal.

My Friends Are Awesome

Yahoo News

{Photo via the AP}

My lovely friend (and former NYC + KC partner in crime) Theresa was interviewed by the Associated Press for an article on composting in Brooklyn. So far, the story has been picked up by several outlets, including Yahoo! and the Seattle Times. You can find more photos here or read the article here.

Congrats, T!

Guest Banana: Vampires, Werewolves, Aliens (and maybe some wizards). Oh my!

As I tend to be from time to time, I’ve been a bit overwhelmed with all of these dang responsibilities that being a mom, wife, IT consultant, Power Point operator, writer and primetime television watcher entails. So, in order to ease the burden a bit, I’ve decided to ask people to be Guest Bananas, AKA guest writers on this site. This Guest Banana post was written by my good friend, and fellow watcher of awful television, Mara. Take it away, Mara!

10:45 AM: Isn't That Refreshing?

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Well hello there interweb. If you have followed the wonderful Crazybananas for a while, you will know me as “The Mara”. I used to leave 17 page comments on posts, usually having nothing to do with the actual post itself and just updating Megan and her followers on my college days. I was awesome. Megan has asked me, knowing my awesomeness, to guest post on her wonderful website as she is busy being a wonderful mother, wife and working girl (not prostitute) [ed note: Thanks for clarifying that I’m not a prostitute, Mara] and not to mention growing a Pirate King in her womb. Her life is crazy and I am thankful for every day that I get to spend time with her and her beautiful family. Enough gushing about her, seriously though, look at the freaking family pictures. Like, are you kidding me!?

It took me 2 seconds to determine what I wanted to write about, it went something like this (via text):

Megan: P.S. would you do a guest post on my website?
Me: OF COURSE! Vampires, werewolves and aliens?!
Megan: Perfect!

So, I’m sitting here trying to determine how to organize my thoughts about the following topics: vampires, werewolves, aliens and wizards (preferably of the Ginger variety). This is hard. I could write on and on and on and on about the things that entertain me the most. I’ll keep it short and sweet…yea, right.

Wizards:
“I’d be sleazy for Ron Weasley”- Yes. Yes, I would. Especially the older, not as awkward, super adorable Ron Weasley. Damn that Hermione Granger. What can I say? I have a thing for awkward Gingers.

As for the Harry Potter Series? Thank you for existing. I am going to cry like a 3 year old when the second movie for The Deathly Hallows comes out. It really can’t be ending, really!? Ugh. The books are amazingly written and while the movies have rarely lived up to my standards they are amazing as well. I highly recommend those who are obsessed with the Twilight series to check out an actual well written series of awesomely addicting books that don’t make you feel like your IQ has dropped 90 points.

Vampires and Werewolves:
I love vampires. I also love werewolves. Now please don’t confuse this with me believing that vampires and werewolves exist. While it is entirely possible and would be awesome, my common sense does take over, sometimes. Megan introduced me to Twilight and Moonlight which opened the flood gates to all popular vampire “pop culture” (True Blood, Vampire Diaries, etc). And for that, I am eternally grateful. Seriously. I have had some of the best times hanging out with my BFF’s, drinking (even not drinking sometimes, I know, weird, right!?) and watching awesomely bad vampire shows/movies. They are cheesy, drama filled and full of smoking hot men. Delicious. I’m not sure what I’m trying to get across here except that I think these series/sagas have taught me to not take myself too seriously. If I had, I would have missed out on lots of laughs and good times with friends. For a future post I will prepare an essay comparing Twilight, Moonlight, True Blood and Vampire Diaries and have Megan post it as she will be busy being a mom for the second time (yay!!). This is something I’ve joked about for awhile but I really should get a start on it, because, really, what else do I have to do?

Aliens:
One word: Roswell. [Ed note: The clips in this section are different…yes I know the screen caps look the same. F’ing Hulu. Trust, you want to click on both. The truth is out there. Wait, wrong aliens…]

Introduced into my life by, guess who!? (Who else thinks that Megan introduces these things to my life to ensure herself a bad/cheesy T.V./movie watching buddy? I do. But I love it.) Roswell thoroughly entertained me for the 2 days it took me to watch the entire series. Alright, alright, it was more than 2 days but honestly if I didn’t have to work or sleep, I would have just watched every episode straight through. That good. And cheesy. And full of hotness monsters (and Max’s body, holy cow. Take your shirt off more often, please!?). Aliens do exist. As current events prove, they are watching/deactivating nuclear weapons. Awesome. Anywho, Roswell is about normal teenagers just trying to live their lives. Half of them are aliens: Max, Michael and Isabel. Michael, by far the fan favorite, is the bad boy. With the bad hair, which ends up being charming…well in that cheesy way. Teenage angst ensues. Really that’s all you need to know. They battle with the same problems as normal teenagers: relationships, lisps, parent problems and money woes, but better because they aren’t from this planet!

Shocking and amazing! I suggest and encourage the renting/buying of these DVD’s and maybe starting a website to get the cast back together for a movie reunion (I would, but I’m too lazy). That would be awesome and I would pee my pants with excitement!!

Alright, summation time, I love wizards, werewolves, vampires and aliens. The above is a scrabble brained attempt to show this. Also, Megan has destroyed any chance of me living a normal life. Harsh but true. Most of the above obsessions have occurred because of or have increased in nature due to the lovely blonde lady with the beautiful family. She has convinced me (really twisting my arm and forcing me) to watch every Cutting Edge (except one that even Megan deemed unwatchable) and 2 of the 3 Step Up films. Yes, I called them films. It just gets better and better. And to her I say, Thank you. Thank you for letting me be me and ensuring me a safe place, without criticism to enjoy the nerdy things in life. And thank you to all the creative people that have brought these characters to life for me to enjoy. Seriously, I wish I had a quarter of the imagination of J.K. Rowling.

Interweb, watch some vampires, werewolves, aliens and wizards, laugh and enjoy life, don’t take it too seriously.

Until next time, if I’m ever invited back!

Surprises

A year ago one of my very best friends moved to Alabama. And she doesn’t like it there. She’s even written about it on this very website. I don’t like her being there either, as it is way too far away from me, and it annoys me greatly that her gorgeous little boy will likely grow up with a southern accent.

I am one of the few people that has not yet visited my dear Abbie since her big move. With work and Lulu and Trent’s business, plus family obligations that seem to take over our lives every summer and holiday season, there was just never any time (or money) to get ourselves down to Auburn. And every time Abbie came home to Kansas, she’d beg me to come visit.

So a few months ago, I decided I was going to visit her. Somehow, someway, I was going to figure out how to get myself down to Alabama and to my dear Abbie. The first plan involved a lot of driving, and an early summer visit. The second also involved a lot of driving, and a Fourth of July weekend. Both ideas quickly fizzled, and I never mentioned them to Abbie. I couldn’t bear to get her all excited, and then crush her when the plans didn’t work out. I told myself I wouldn’t tell her I was coming until I was absolutely sure I would be there.

During this time, I contacted her husband, Luke, another friend of ours from high school. He and I went back and forth with schedules, dates, places, ideas…and when I was just about to give up and start planning for next year, they had an opening in their schedule for a late weekend in August. I checked with Trent, and amazingly, the stars aligned and he was able to take off that weekend as well. We called up our saviors, Trent’s parents, who’ve always offered to send us on a trip since we were never able to take a honeymoon, and asked if the offer for plane tickets still stood. They asked us when and where, and before we knew it, we had three tickets booked to take us to Destin, Florida for four days. Luke’s grandparents have a condo on the beach in Destin, and he was going to tell Abbie they were going for one last summer weekend before his work picked up in the fall. The plan was set.

Now, it was never going to be a surprise. But weeks went by, and I never found a reason to tell Abbie. Somehow I kept it a secret. And so did Luke, Luke’s grandparents, Luke’s mother, Abbie’s parents and all of Abbie and I’s friends (thanks Mara and Hayley for keeping your mouths shut!). And last week as Monday rolled around, I realized this was really going to happen. It was going to be the best surprise of all time!

And then three hurricanes started swirling around in the Atlantic, with one heading right for Destin. Once they, thankfully, fizzled out, the forecast remained wrought with thunderstorms and predicted awful weather. But we trucked on, getting up at 3 a.m. to make our very early flight out of Kansas City. Then Delta Airlines proved once again to be the most awful airline on the planet when they held us on the runway for two hours due to weather, promised us we wouldn’t miss our connecting flight, then when we did miss that flight, promised us we’d be on the next flight out, then told us we actually were not on that flight and we’d have to wait until 7:40 p.m. (All the while I was unable to air my grievances on Twitter, since I didn’t want Abbie finding out our secret. So sorry Twitter peeps, for all the cryptic tweets!) Our plans to get to the condo hours before Luke and Abbie quickly crumbled as we all scrambled to keep the secret while scheduling new airport shuttles and tickets. Luke and his mother had the unfortunate job of convincing the ever-sleepy Abbie to stay awake late enough to see us when we got in, texting me over and over that she kept trying to go to bed and they were running out of excuses.

Hipster Parenting

Trent and Lu in the Memphis Airport during our ten hour delay. Thank god for iPods and iPhones. Taken with my iPhone and edited with Camera Bag.

But we made it. Somehow, someway, we walked into that condo on the beach, under the cover of night, ten hours past our planned arrival, and walked out on the balcony where my dear Abbie was waiting. I wish I had a good video or a picture of her face, but with the dark night, none turned out. Let me tell you something, it was hilarious. Her eyes were huge and her mouth hung open, and she just sat there, silent, like she didn’t believe it.


The only video we were able to get in the darkness of our arrival. Again, taken with the iPhone.

In fact, just yesterday she called me, after we had all returned home, and said, “I think it’s just now hitting me. Did that really happen?”

Happy

Yup, it did. A few bumps along the way, but it totally did.

Happy, Happy, Joy, Joy!

Abbie + Carson

We here at Crazybananas headquarters would like to wish a very happy birthday to Carson James Young (aka the C-Man) who is turning one year old today! And, of course, happy day-you-birthed-a-kid to his mama, Alabama Abbie! I can’t believe it’s been a year since you joined this thankless club called “The Motherhood,” but you’ve done an amazing job. Here’s to many more years of fun with the little dude!

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