Week 5

Week 5

This week was crazy. It was the dreaded Christmas week. And much more excitement. Some good and some bad…


…We had the entire Christmas Eve holiday all to ourselves. Just me, Scott, Raelynn, and Briar. No where to go. Nothing to do. So what did we do, we did Christmas shit. We watched Christmas movies, we listened to Christmas music, we baked cookies, we made Christmas treats. It was amazing. You know, I talk so much about other people not willing to give up their Christmas Day or move their times to accommodate, but maybe I am the one that needs to give up the fact that we will never have Christmas Day to ourselves. This year showed me that. Even if it’s not Christmas Eve every year, if it’s at least one day near or around Christmas where my little family can do Christmas shit, I’ll be 100% happy. This year Scott and I were really big on trying to form traditions with Raelynn. I hope we can continue them.

So, on Christmas day, I was sick. And not from being pregnant. I was sinusy/snotty/congested. It was terrible. And of course, I literally cannot take anything sinus related because I’m pregnant and because I’m still breastfeeding! More so because I am still breastfeeding. Any type of sinus medication will dry up your milk supply quick! And as you already know, I’ve had a terrible time with my supply. After Christmas, it got worse. I guess it turned into a sinus infection. I just let it run its course. Towards the end of the week, I was much better.

This week I also started my progesterone. Whenever I called to make my first appointment, I asked the doctor if I needed to start taking this again since I had taken it in my last pregnancy. I remember that it made me feel like shit last time. It’s kind of weird because this time, I’m not feeling terrible at all yet. I’m not feeling any more tired than I was last week. If anything I actually feel a little better. Of course, that worries me. Why do I feel okay this time? Why am I not sick? I’ve been taking the progesterone for an entire week…and nothing. I should probably just be okay with it and take it in stride, but it’s hard not to be cautious. And how dare I even say that I am actually starting to accept the fact that I’m pregnant. It’s just such a roller coaster of emotions.

The only bad thing that happened this week was Scott was in Nashville for the Kentucky bowl game and I came home from work on Friday to a busted pipe under our porch outside. I am all about an independent woman and knowing how to do shit yourself, but I was freaking the fuck out. I pulled up with the kids in the truck and I noticed some wet spots in the driveway. I have no idea why I noticed this. Then, I got out of the truck and it literally sounded like a waterfall. I literally almost lost my shit. I could tell the direction in which it was coming from so I started looking. We have lattice that covers around our porch and I was literally ripping pieces off so I could see how bad it was. Once I got a clear view, it was a for real waterfall. I had no idea what to do. I called Scott’s dad because he lives down the road. He brought a neighbor over that was actually a plumber. The bad part is, both of them were injured so they could not crawl under the porch and fix it. The plumber had to coach me on what to do. I had to cut the pipe and cap it off. I pretty much felt like a badass after I fixed it. LOL. But I don’t ever want to deal with that again.

Crossfit for the week…

I only went once because Christmas…

Thursday December 28

Strength – I was actually excited for snatches because it’s something that I have been slowly improving on. I worked up to 95# which is a new PR for me!!!!

Snatch Complex

Snatch Pull


1 x 1

MetCon – nothing like a good ol’ body weight exercise to make you realize how fat you are. 50% of my body weight was 90#………………………………………….yeaaa…………..this sucked. My score was 7+7

15min AMRAP

8 – Deadlifts

6 – Hang Cleans

4 – Front Squats

2 – Push Jerks

50% Bodyweight

Until next time…


–The Kentucky Momma


Week 4

I have decided that I’m going to take the same stance on this pregnancy as I did last pregnancy and try to keep up with weekly blogs. Now that I am pregnant again, I’m already looking back to old posts and I’m forever thankful that I posted weekly.

So, week 4. My baby is as big as something so microscopic that the naked eye can’t see it. Yet, this little microscopic shit has the ability to make me fall asleep at 8:00 p.m. every single night. So so so so so so so unbelievably, incredibly tired. Other than that, no other symptoms yet, so I’ll take it.


I already scheduled my first appointment for January 10th. I will have an ultrasound and everything. Scott will be going with me. For this appointment, we just hope a baby is there and only one baby. Since I have been pregnant with multiples one other time, it really scares the shit out of us to think that I could be pregnant with more than one. The chances are probably slim to none that it will happen, but just the thought of it freaks us out.

We are both still trying to cope with the fact that I’m pregnant in general. It’s a lot for us to process since we were not prepared for this. Financially, it’s really stressing us out. We both keep trying to wait to stress out until we actually know there is a baby in there, but it’s hard not to think about all of the “what-if” situations.

Another big blow we took this week was we found out there would be no room at the Raelynn and Briar’s current daycare for the new baby. I told the daycare provider almost immediately and she told me there were no spots open. It sucks because then I think about the fact of having to put this baby in another daycare. Would we continue to take 3 kids to 2 different daycares? Probably not, so then would we pull Raelynn and Briar from their current daycare?? That thought makes me so sick because I love our current provider. Right now, I think Raelynn would be the only one to comprehend this. Would Raelynn be sad? I don’t know if I’m prepared to deal with that…

A whole other factor with this pregnancy, is for the time being, I am still breastfeeding. Since I have found out I’m pregnant, my supply has dipped even more. So my supply took a huge hit whenever I went to Vegas and then traveled for work. I was never really able to get it back up where it needed to be. And now, it has taken yet another hit. I’m currently making between 9-12 ounces a day. I used to make that in my first pump of the day. I still have some extra milk built up in the freezer, so I’m hoping between me pumping and what I have in the freezer, it will last me to my goal of 1 year.

Trying to stay positive for the time being…but I know these 9 months will come and go before I am even able to process it. Scott and I will try to hit it hard and figure things out after my first ultrasound.

CrossFit for the week:

For the moment, nothing has changed here either. I went about my regular movements and routine. I told my workout partner and coach, Erick. He said…”AGAIN?!” LOL

Monday December 18


Hang Clean Complex – worked up to 125#

Hang clean pull

Hang power clean

Hang squat clean

1 X 1


15 min AMRAP – score was 8+17

5 push presses

15 situps

25 air squats


Tuesday December 19

Strength – no modifications yet for any ab movements

5 minutes

:20 superman hold

:20 hollow body hold

:20 rest

MetCon B – time10:54

50 cal row

20 thrusters

25 cal row

10 thrusters


Wednesday December 20


Single leg KB DL/press

6×3 (each leg)

AHAGFA (as heavy as good form allows)

MetCon – This metcon was really fun. For the 12 days of Christmas, we did a push up for each day of Christmas…for the Feliz Navidad, we squatted every time they said feliz navidad or Merry Christmas. Even though it was short, my tris and my legs were dead for the next couple of days.

12 Days of Christmas – Pushups

Feliz Navidad – Squats

Thursday December 21


5 min EMOM

Front squats – used 160# which was heavy AF!

3 @ 85%

MetCon A – I actually did not end up finishing this. In the 6th round I ripped really bad on the rig doing T2B. Stupid.


3 Snatches


9 T2B


Until next time…


–The Kentucky Momma

Unexpected News

I’m pregnant.

For the 5th time, I’m pregnant.

But for the first time, it’s unexpected.

And I’m a ball of fucking emotions for several reasons.

First of all, this was not planned. We were not prepared for this at all. In particular, I was not prepared for this and, for the moment, it’s for extremely selfish reasons. . I am almost 11 months post partum and I’m just about to get my life back from breastfeeding. I am still nursing Briar and the light was at the end of the tunnel for me. Breastfeeding has been so hard with Briar. I was so looking forward to not living by the pump every 3 hours while I was at work. I was looking forward to be able to enjoy a night out and not worry about pumping at night or in the morning.

Second of all, we are in no shape, financially, to have another child. Ever since we’ve had Briar, we have majorly struggled financially and there have been a couple of contributing factors to this. Scott made about $10,000 less this year. There was nothing he could do about it. Our daycare bill doubled. I think we were more mentally prepared for this then financially. I had my last student loan that became due. In order to stay ahead for the year, we have completely depleted our savings account. We literally have no backup money at all, and we cannot stay ahead of the game. Our savings account ran out in November. So we are really starting to feel the effects of it now. We do not make enough money to cover our monthly bills, and this is not a joke. So, for the moment, I cannot even fathom how we are going to afford another child.

Third… I’m scared I’m going to miscarry. Even though this child was the most unexpected surprise, I would never want to lose it. I just have a really weird feeling. I can’t explain it.

So, how did I find out…

It was Saturday, December 16th. I had a feeling I was pregnant. I had a pregnancy test, so I took it. It was almost immediately positive, but the line was pretty faint. But, nonetheless it was positive.

The first one is the first test I took. I took the second a couple of days later and there was obviously no doubt at this point that I was pregnant. 


I instantly felt sick to my stomach when I saw the positive test. I was legitimately freaking the fuck out. I felt like I was going to hyperventilate. And Scott was not home. I was DREADING telling Scott. I knew he was going to flip out. I just knew he was. He has been so adamant about not having another kid. He was going to lose his shit. I texted him to see if he was almost home and he was. A couple minutes later I saw him walking up the driveway. I took a deep breath and the door swung open. He talked to the girls for a second then walked up to me, and I said, “I have to tell you something.” He said, “What? Just get it over with and tell me….” I felt he was kinda mad. So, I said, “I’m pregnant.” Y’all…he for real lit up and said, “Are you serious?”, with a big smile. I instantly broke down. I think just verbally saying it out loud and obviously to Scott just made everything so real. I was happy he was not mad.

He kept asking why I was crying. Was it a good cry or a bad cry? I just kept saying that I wasn’t ready yet. And I couldn’t believe that we put ourselves in this position. He just kept hugging me and reassuring me that we would make everything work. We talked very briefly about all the points I mentioned above. For the most part, he agreed.

It still doesn’t feel real. Briar isn’t even 1 yet. Which means she will not even be 2 when this new baby is born. And Raelynn will barely be 4. Actually, this baby’s due date would be right around Raelynn’s birthday. I mean, I just clearly know how to plan this shit out.

I know all of this will work itself out, no matter how it plays out. I know that God will not give me anything I can’t handle, but shit. I feel like I’ve been thrown for a loop this year.

Until next time…


–The Kentucky Momma

I did a thing…

I did something really awesome. A lot of people will be very sceptical of this, but I don’t care. I loved it. I felt like I needed it.

I visited a psychic and got a reading. First of all, it’s not what you think. It’s not a matter of predicting the future. Like, she didn’t tell me anyone was going to die, or I was going to win the lottery, or I was going to get a new job, or I was going to magically find $10,000. It wasn’t anything like that. It was very different, but in a good way. It was different in a realistic way. For the record, she knew nothing about me and I had never met her before. I booked the appointment through the internet and never had one conversation with her until the day of my appointment.

I’ve been debating on doing this for a while. I heard about her through a friend of mine. She had nothing but great things to say about her. I finally decided to take the plunge and do it. I didn’t tell anyone I was going. I definitely didn’t tell Scott because he thinks it’s all bullshit and I didn’t want him to rain on my parade. I ended up scheduling it for January 5th which is the day after my birthday. Plus, I wanted to do it at the beginning of the year.

I wasn’t exactly sure what to expect when I arrived. Her space was very zen, very calming. She was a super chill and relatable person. If you would have passed her on the street, you would have never guessed her profession. I instantly felt okay and ready to receive whatever she was going to tell me.

She started out with tarot cards. She explained to me that every year has a “lesson”. in 2017 my cards were The Empress and the Moon. She told me in 2017 I was challenged to give birth to new ideas, people, places, things, projects. (TRUE) The Empress selflessly gives herself to the good of her tribe (TRUE) I know the value of mistakes. It would have either applied to me making mistakes or someone else making mistakes against me. (I MADE A LOT OF MISTAKES IN 2017, SO ALSO TRUE). The Empress is the strength of the brude which means I would have felt compelled to do household chores, take care of kids, and still go to work. (TRUE) At times I felt alone. And at times I felt like I was giving so much and nothing was being returned. (TRUE).

My challenge last year was in regards to the Moon card. It was not to dive into the depths of myself – was I suppressing things? Was I triggered by certain things? Sadness or regret? I felt as though none of this really applied and she said that was okay. It just meant that The Empress overpowered the Moon.

For 2018, it’s an entirely different story. I instantly freaked out when she turned over the cards. I got the Death card and the World card. She explained that the death card doesn’t mean death, dying, dead. It means transition. It’s a gentle transition card. All challenges that I faced in the year of 2017, I will need to fix. I need to learn to let things go. It came up throughout my reading that if things leave my life, it’s for a reason, and I just need to let it be. Transition, revaluate, words I need to apparently live by. I need to reevaluate the company I keep including friends and family. Are they doing me more harm than good? What perceptions are holding me back…ideas? Careers? Behaviors? Self Medication? If anything is doing more harm that good, then I need to get rid of it.

From there, we went into my chakragraph. This is something that I was not familiar with at all, but it was extremely cool and interesting and it was the majority of my appointment. For those that are not aware, (because I was not aware), this is how it works…(cue the haters…now…)…Before anyone comes in for their appointment, she sits with their energy. Through each individual’s energy, she is able to paint this chakragraph. Every single person’s is different and unique. She also had a notebook full of notes to describe my chakragraph to me.


She started from the top and worked her way down. The left side is the masculine side that represents logic and thoughts and the right side is the feminine side that represents your emotions.


The okra colored X at the top of my head represents a recent change or concern in my life. Which direction do I want to go? Do I or Don’t I? (YES)

The empty space in my head means that I am staying open to new ideas.

The violet line through my head is on my third eye. The open space means I am open and ready to receive new ideas. However, my chakra is spinning counterclockwise which means it’s not performing at it’s best (TRUE). I can’t see the end light to some things that are currently happening in my life. I have a gut feeling on what to do but I’m nervous of the outcome (TRUE).

The red line that goes from my head to the three dots represents a huge area of concern. It goes to 3 dots that represent 3 living women in my life. This is to be discussed at a later date, but for the moment, it was because I was pregnant with my third child. This is all related to my chakra spinning in the wrong direction. It is blocking my line of intuition which comes very natural to me. So, the question becomes, how can we fix this? (TO BE DETERMINED….)


Moving on to the throat, it is completely blocked. She asked if I had problems with my throat, like endocrine issues or thyroid issues. I told her no. I had been checked for thyroid issues just last year and everything came back clean. It sums up to a family member that I basically cannot talk to. I feel like I can’t express how I feel to this person. I am not standing up for myself with this person. I basically either need to let go of the anger related to this person or let go of the relationship. (If you are reading this Mom, it’s not you, so don’t freak out, but you can probably interpret who this is about)

The blue throat extends down into the shoulders. This means that I am laying burdens down on myself that are unnecessary. I NEED TO LET IT GO. She asked if I was having shoulder issues, specifically in my left shoulder and I have been. I’ve been going to the chiropractor for the last couple of months for my shoulder issues. My shoulders constantly ache and are sore. I’ve always chalked it up to crossfit, but what if it was this? That’s fucked up. She goes on to talk about the different colors within the shoulder. Silver represents real issues that are magnified and gold is the presence of healing and goodness. She asked me to reconsider which of these burdens that I’m shouldering actually belong to me. Within the should section is also the career sector. Silver is highlighting the career section. She asked if I have been having a lot of stress (YESSSS). She also asked if I was the money maker of the family. (YESSSS) She said that would explain some of the burdens I am carrying.


The pink angel wing extends from the throats and tells a story of innocence and kidness. It shows the desire to do well by all people. She also interpreted this as a play writes cape. It shows a character trait of mine where I have to physically change myself to adapt to a situation (see unhealthy relationship above).

My heart is pulling in anxious energy. GO FIGURE!! But, it is wide open and spinning clockwise, which is a good thing.

My feminine arm (left arm) came out much smaller than my masculine arm which signals than I am giving more than I get. (TRUE in more aspects that one). Again, pulling in anxious energy (yellow).

In my masculine arm (right arm) the energy wanes. It suggests the question that I am not fully supported? Or am I feeling empty? Am I getting what I need from the social community? Am I giving too much time and heart to something that isn’t equally giving back. (Could be several instances where this applies).

Again, the reiteration comes back that I need to just let things go. If things leave my life, it has a purpose or reason for leaving.


My solar energy which is right above my navel is spinning counterclockwise which indicates that healing needs to happen. This is the big circle that starts out gold and turns silver and extends into my leg. It suggests that I have greif that I haven’t properly grieve over yet. (YES…TRUE) My solar energy in general is muddy and darkened. This also suggests family. Is my family draining me? Am I being the best person when I’m involved in something that constantly drains me? Am I caught up in grief? Is my self perception tied to something that I’m mourning?  Within the orange part of my leg, there is a word that is written, “distance”. Given all of the above, that word seems appropriate.

On the same leg, there is a burnt sienna color on the inner thigh which means stubbornness. Well…yes.

Also on the same leg, there is yellow at my thigh which means I am having community issues – family issues are present and of course anxiety. Anytime there is yellow that equals anxiety.


This one is the one that has been tripping me up the most. The number 3 is present 3 times on my shins; twice on the masculine side that show has three tally marks and once on the feminine side that show as three gold dots around the word triumph. The number 3 means I am a self critic. YES. It means I need to be seen as a perfectionist. YES. It means I need to lighten up. YES. I need to let myself experience all of the good things and, once again, LET OF OF ALL THE THINGS HOLDING ME BACK. REEVALUATE LIFE. If something needs to go this year, it has a purpose. On top of this three, there were the three dots at the top. Let me explain a little.

I was pregnant with an expected third child when she sat with my energy. I related that to the three women at the top of the head that were essentially causing havoc. The third child was unexpected and it was creating a multitude of questions. The three at the bottom that showed up three times and also in silver and gold. The silver indicates I need to experience healing. The gold suggests healing is already in process. When she sat with my energy, I had lost three babies at that point. Unfortunately, I am in process of losing this one as well. So, at the time when she sat with my energy and my third child was living (confirmed through an ultrasound), it was a girl. Also, I had only lost the three babies at the time she sat with my energy. It’s just crazy how fast things happen.

Below my solar energy is the reproductive organs and they are fiery which is supposedly a good thing. Again, I was pregnant at the time she did this.

On my opposite leg there are grayish triangles. She said she related this to shark fins. The shark fins ask the question, am I too caught up in my own emotions to see a situation clearly? Also, I have to fearlessly face things or people that are holding me back.

So, basically, I just need to reevaluate my life and if it doesn’t fucking belong, BYE!

Seriously, this was a badass experience. I’m considering doing it at least every year, if not every 6 months. For me, there were a couple of “Holy Shit, did you just say that” moment, but for the most part, it was just reaffirming what I’ve already known, or have been feeling. I think whenever people think of psychic, it’s totally far fetched. For me, this was the extra push that I feel I needed to make my life better for 2018.


–The Kentucky Momma


Goodbye 2017…Hello 2018

I want to finish this year positive and strong. **(As I sit here with my tater tots and fried chicken)**

I NEVER make resolutions. In my opinion, they are stupid. Why do I want to set myself up for failure? I feel like everyone makes goals/resolutions and then every year the same goals/resolutions are set. It’s like you are setting yourself up for recurring failure? Why? I don’t want to put myself through that.


So, here I am…setting fucking new year’s resolutions for 2018. I’m writing them out to hold me accountable. If at some point, I ever feel that I break them, I will be the first to let you know 🙂

If you read my last post, I posted an article that just really hit home for me and affected me positively. I will say that it somewhat lit a fire under my ass.

Here is the article:

You Are The Reason Your Life Sucks

In summary, do something about your life if it sucks. Make changes to your life to make your life better. If you act positive and think positive, your life will be positive. If you act negative and think negative, guess what…your life will be negative.

So, here are my resolutions for 2018:

  1. I want to be less negative. I think I have made major improvements over the years, but I’m still not where I need to be. Somedays, I think my life is shit. And I need to realize that some people would kill for my life. I have a husband that loves me, 2 beautiful, healthy girls, a great job to support my family. There is really nothing to be negative about. Yes, we all have bad days, but I do not want to dwell on them. I do not want to let the bad days take away from my great life. I am such a pessimistic in general. I’m going to try really hard this year to be more positive and optimistic.
  2. This is one that is hard for me to admit. I want to be less judgemental and participate in less gossip. I am probably one of the most open minded people ever, but I will silently judge people and situations. Why? Why waste my energy on it? What’s the point? Is it helping me? No, it’s taking up energy that could be better spent somewhere else. The gossiping part will be hard. It’s what us girls do! We get together, we drink a little, then we start letting the bullshit flow. Bitch sessions! Man, I love a good bitch session! And I think they are good for the soul, to a certain extent! If I had a shitty day at work, I just want to vent about it. What I do not want to participate in, is talking shit about people. Look, I know people talk shit about me and vice versa, I talk shit about people. I just need to do it less. Period. It all circles back to being less negative.
  3. I have some negative people in my life that I want to distance myself from. These negative people just make me feel guilty about things that I shouldn’t feel guilty about. They are dramatic about everything. They are constantly in a bad mood. They do NOTHING to improve their quality of life so they drag people down with them. I know I am destined to do great things. Currently, my life is great, but I know my full potential hasn’t been reached yet. I do not want to be around negative people that will deter me from my goals of being great and doing great things.

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I feel like I am setting the bar pretty high for myself, but I have to. I want to. I am a role model to two little girls that mean the world to me. I want them to be successful in life no matter what they chose. I feel like I have to give them a good foundation to start their lives so they can mold the rest of it based on their individual desires. If I am negative all the time…what does that teach them? I just want to be a good and influential mother to my kids. I want them to lead a happy and positive life. And I think that starts with a happy and positive mom.

Until next time…


–The Kentucky Momma

Something Out of the Ordinary…

I’ve tried to write this post a couple of times and I end up backspacing everything or just deleting the whole damn post. I think because it’s something out of the ordinary. You know, I normally post about my crazy life, my crazy kids, my crazy self. I feel like I’m allowed to talk about those things and say whatever I want because it’s my life.

I want to talk about other people’s lives. My friend’s lives.

So…here goes…

My friend group is huge. Some of us have been friends since elementary school and middle school, but we have all been friends since high school. I love it. We’ve experienced so many things together. In the past 10-15 years we have went through some monumental shit. We graduated high school. Some moved away for college, some stayed here. The majority of us graduated college around the same time. The ones that moved away came back and it was like we never missed a beat. Regardless, we would go visit them at college, so it wasn’t like we didn’t see them for 4 years. Anyways…we watched our friends get engaged, we were all apart of everyone’s marriages, we bought houses and apartments, we were all there whenever everyone had their first kid and second kid…and now…we get to go through another milestone in life. Unfortunately, it’s not a pleasant one. It’s divorce. I never thought divorce would happen. I guess I lived in a fairy tale world, or wanted to anyways. I wanted all my friends to stay together forever. Statistically, I should have known that wouldn’t be the case.


In 2017, 2 couples got a divorce. And I’d be lying if I said it hasn’t drawn a line in the sand between my friends.

To make a very long story short….I have been friends with both of the girls since elementary school. We had moments where we were good friends, and we had moments where we didn’t talk for literally 3-5 years. Nothing bad happened to make us not talk. Life happened. And then we would reconnect and it was like we never missed a beat. I wish more people realize that friendship works this way. You don’t have to be in constant contact with someone and know every little detail of everyone’s life in order to be friends. To me, these girls are still my friends, and they will always remain my friends. They married guys that went to school with all of us. So everyone knew everyone. I was friends with both of the guys as well. More so one than the other, but that doesn’t really make a difference.

For one couple, they grew apart over time and stopped trying. My girlfriend personally told me she stopped trying because she was done with it. It just wasn’t working out for multiple reasons.

For the other couple, they split, in my opinion for a multitude of reasons, but the tipping point for them, was my girlfriend started seeing someone else.

Divorce is hard for people to comprehend. Infidelity is hard for people to comprehend. Just simply growing apart is hard for people to understand. But no one owes me or anyone any explanation. It’s their life and they can do what they please with it. Life is about making mistakes and learning from them.

I actually ended up talking to my therapist about this because it bothered me so bad. For one, I still couldn’t believe my friends were going through this. I hated it for both sides, the guys and the girls. For two, I hated that this caused a divide in our group of friends. I told my therapist that a lot of people were really having an issue with couple 2 because, he was such a good guy. “How could she cheat on him when he was such a good guy?” He truly is one of the best guys ever. He would give a stranger the shirt of his back. He would give a stranger $100,000 if he had it. So, why would she do this to him? My friends just could not understand it.

Not that I needed the therapist to solidify anything for me but she basically told me that when she sees infidelity in any relationship, there is normally an event or a number of events that leads up to it. Very rarely does it happen, “just because”. Does this mean the guy wasn’t really a good guy? Nope. It just meant that I wasn’t married to him and I have no idea what type of husband he was. It means that I was not a part of their marriage, therefore I have no right to make assumptions. It means that they were not right for each other, so they got a divorce in order for everyone to be happy. Initially, I would assume that everyone was sad and couldn’t believe divorce was happening to them. But I would also assume, that it happened for a reason unbeknownst to me and my friends now seem happy. And to me, that’s all that really matters.

I’m not making excuses for anyone. Do I agree with infidelity? Nope. But, does my girlfriend need me or anyone to tell her that we don’t agree with her decisions? Nope. How do people just grow apart? How do people just stop trying in their relationship? It’s human nature. It just happens.  Guess what, we’ve all fucked up one way or another…We are all adults…and no one is perfect.

I read an article today that prompted this post. If you don’t feel like reading it, I’ll sum it up. Basically if you are not happy and you are not doing anything about it, it’s your own damn fault. Divorce may not make sense to anyone right now, especially to us that are happy in relationships and ESPECIALLY to us that have divorced parents. We see how negative divorce can be. All four of my friends have moved on now. And they are seemingly happy. The majority have already moved on and have another partner. Good for them, the guys and the girls. No one deserves to be unhappy and alone. These divorces are very fresh and it’s hard for people to comprehend them, but in even 1 year, will anyone be concerned with this? I sure as hell hope not.

You Are The Reason Your Life Sucks

I’m making resolutions this year. I never do this. And it will be based on this article because it had a real effect on me…

Until next time…


–The Kentucky Momma


11 months…

Briar is almost 1 year old. I cannot believe that she will be one year old in less than a month. Time flies.

She is starting to take a couple of steps which I am so happy about. I am ready for her to walk and be mobile. She is definitely a momma’s girl for the moment. I remember Raelynn being like this too because of breastfeeding. I am feeling so touched out at this point. Briar literally wants to hang on me constantly or wants me to hold her all the time. She very rarely wants Scott. Just me. It just makes me want to be done with breastfeeding even more so I can get a break from her.

Breastfeeding is going okay for the most part. As stated in one of my prior posts, Vegas completely ruined my supply. The very next week after Vegas, I went on a business trip. On my trip, my pumping still wasn’t consistent and guess what else…I started my freaking period. Full on, hardcore, period. TMI, I know, but shit…I was so pissed. I hadn’t had my period in a little over a year and half, so as you can imagine, I was not prepared for this.

Back to breastfeeding….I currently do not make what she needs day to day, but I have extra from Vegas so I’m using that for the moment. She has recently went from 24 ounces a day to 20 ounces a day. It may not seem like a lot, but it helps me tremendously. Also, on weekends, she only nurses about every 4 hours or around 4 times per day. She has really picked up eating real food. I love and hate this.

I’m sure I’ve probably mentioned it before, but Raelynn has pretty bad constipation problems. She is on Miralax every single day. I hate it, but it makes her go. Briar is way worse that Raelynn. Briar eats so much real food and then she gets backed up. Her stomach gets so hard and then she doesn’t want to eat anything because she’s full. So, I have to put Vaseline on a Q-Tip and stick it up there and swirl it around (I hope you enjoy this visual) so she will go. And when it comes out, it looks like adult poop. And she bleeds so bad. It makes me so sad. We give her prunes everyday. Sometimes a double dose. Sometimes it helps, and sometimes it doesn’t which is frustrating. For the most part, she eats natural, healthy food. She eats whatever we eat and she always eats a ton of fruits and vegetables. Just recently, I have started Raelynn and Briar on a probiotic in hopes that it will help. I think it may be helping Raelynn, but I’m unsure about Briar. I will keep on and see if it makes a difference.

Raelynn is wonderful, as always. There is nothing really new to report with her. She is the same ol’ rambunctious 3 year old. She is for sure Scott’s girl.

We recently celebrated Christmas (more discussion in another post)…but we brought out the infamous “Elf on a Shelf”. I was initially dreading this, but it turned out to be really fun for everyone. We did not do anything over the top. For the most part, we just moved it to a different spot every day. I didn’t want her to expect extravagant things every single day because I did not want to do extravagant things every single day. I was very surprised that I did move it every day. Whenever Raelynn woke up it was the first thing she wanted to do…”LET’S GO FIND SPARKLE!!!!” I’ll never forget the first day we brought it out, we read her the book and explained how it would work. It was a weekend. She got up the next morning and instantly asked where Sparkle was. I literally left the damn thing in the box. First damn night. Here are a couple of “extravagant” things we did:

Welp – almost a month and a half not blogging and y’all see how boring my life is LOL.

Until next time…


–The Kentucky Momma