Pregnancy and Preeclampsia

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When I found out I was pregnant, I thought that my availability to write would be cut down immensely. I was wrong. For the first 20-weeks, I was able to write as well as do the things that I normally do including helping out at my church. At 21-weeks, I was rushed to the hospital and was diagnosed with preeclampsia.

Preeclampsia is a condition which can be serious, but luckily mine has remained stable since week 25. Unfortunately, they don’t know if my symptoms are related to preeclampsia as I don’t have high blood pressure or any other symptoms, but rather only proteinuria. The latter can possibly be attributed to an autoimmune disorder which I am not technically diagnosed with, but am suspected to have.

Needless to say, things have been different. As a result of the diagnosis, we were forced to cancel our Christmas trip to Texas to visit my husband’s family. I have never had the opportunity to meet them and was excited to finally have that chance. Of course, they were understanding about the entire thing, but I can’t help but feel guilty.

After the diagnosis, I was diligent in changing my diet. I cut out fast food completely, cut down on processed food, and kept my sodium in check. It took a few weeks, but the diet change seemed to help. I have more energy and just feel great. Not only that, but I have incorporated some foods back into my diet that I normally wouldn’t want to eat, but since it is in moderation, I feel okay about it.

Luckily, I have had relatively good medical attention and, even though the preeclampsia diagnosis may have been premature, I am happy that I was given that eye opening experience. Not only has it helped me to take better care of myself, but it has also taught me to listen to my body more. Rather than trying to do everything all the time, I realize that I can’t do it all.

Perhaps the hardest thing was being told I couldn’t coach cheerleading this season. I attempted to coach one practice, but realized early on that, on to of everything else including growing a human inside me, I just couldn’t do it this year.

However, it has given me more time to write. By changing my diet, I have been able to feel better and that includes waking up very early. Anyone who knows me knows that I am not a morning person, so me waking up at 6:30am each morning is highly unheard of, but I do it. This allows me to allot time to work as well as rest throughout the day and do everything else that needs to be done.

I still have a few more weeks to go in this pregnancy before we meet our little guy (yes, it is another boy!) and I know that, once he is here, my time crunch will really come into play!

[Photo Credit: T.Y. Photography]



Sometimes, I get these random urges to visit somewhere that I have been before. They say smell is the sense that is most closely related to memory and that makes sense. Late September and the smell of fall takes me back to South Dakota.

The end of tourist season was upon the sleepy little town of Keystone and few shops on the strip were open, but the smell of the air was mesmerizing. It was crisp and you could smell a hint of winter in the air, even though it was only the beginning of Fall (and not even officially yet.) Sometimes, though, I get an urge to go somewhere and there are no smells involved in the nostalgic urge. Tonight, it is Coronado, California.

I wish I could visit the island again. The Coronado bridge which connected the island to downtown San Diego was visible from the road and the bike path that I often found myself on back in those days. The site of the Coronado hotel, so prestigious, standing there with all of the other landmarks.

Balboa Park… across the water and over the bridge, but close enough to drive to on a day for some fun and whimsy.

I remember driving up the Silver Strand Highway some mornings belting out California Girls while watching the Pacific Island waves crash on the beach.

Pure magic.

These are all memories, locked away in my head. Life goes on, time changes things, but memories remain.


The Positive Approach

Don’t you love when you go to church and what the Pastor is preaching is exactly what you need to hear? That happened to me this past Sunday. We ready from 1 Kings and talked about how God will isolate you, take you away from the things that you so regularly depend on so that you can only depend on him. While that part spoke to me, there was another part that hit home for me more and that is doing the right thing, morally.

In today’s world, it is so easy to give in to society’s demands in nearly every business sector. Plain and simple, I write celebrity gossip. I love my job and have been doing it since 2008, but my style of writing has changed over the years.

The pastor talked about how it is easy to “make a quick buck,” in our jobs and when he said that, I couldn’t help but think about the tabloids that spew celebrity hate or the bloggers who will take a tweet and make it more dramatic. Morally, most people WANT to do the right thing, but financially they can’t afford to.

For several years, I took the gossipy route of writing. I was just starting out and, to a new writer, watching the number of views rise is pivotal in choosing the style of voice they will use. In my earliest of days, I focused my work on Miley Cyrus. Back then, she was 17-years-old, on the verge of adulthood and breaking out of her shell. Miley was caught clubbing? The Disney darling caught smoking? Was that Miley Cyrus drinking ALCOHOL? No matter what she did, writing about it earned views, but what earned more views was the gossipy things that I just mentioned.

[Off topic.. but remember when that whole “Miley Save Fuzzy” thing went down? There was a Twitter user who threatened to cook and eat their cat if Miley did not reinstate her Twitter account? I actually interviewed that individual via email and, for some reason, I still wonder if that was an elaborate prank or a deranged fan. I still don’t know.]

Overtime, however, I didn’t feel good about myself with the things I was writing. I took a new approach and, at first, it wasn’t very popular, just as my Pastor revealed on Sunday. My views went down, a lot. Few people want to read about positive things; No, most people thrive on the negativity so that they can feel better about themselves. It is a shame that news is more valuable than the positive.

Eventually, I was able to gain a bigger audience with my positive posts. I feel a lot better with myself and I am doing better now than I was when I was on the other end of the spectrum.

At the end of the day, doing the right thing may not be the most popular thing to do. But, in life, it isn’t about popularity (well, it is for some people.) For me, it  is about doing what I love (writing) and doing it well.


Thrifty <3

I’m a thrifter. You can think what ever you want about that. This is my reasoning:

  • I can’t constitute paying $40.00 for a shirt or $75.00 for a pair of jeans (okay. I rarely wear jeans, but you get the idea)
  • I don’t like to look like everyone else. On a rack, there are at least ten of the same shirt. At a thrift store, there is one.
  • I do go to the mall and will go buy things from stores, but I only purchase clearance items. Again, I refuse to spend an absurd amount of money on something for myself.
  • VINTAGE! You can find the cutest vintage things at thrift stores!
  • My son’s clothes are all brand new. Kids clothes at a thrift store are a nightmare. Kids get their things dirty, obviously. I buy his things brand new, but use the sale rule whenever I can.
  • Decorations. You can find some amazing pictures and decor at thrift stores and especially mirrors (you can NEVER have too many mirrors)

I want to share a few of my thrift store finds with you all and will share more in the future. I will start with the most recent thing.

Flowery dress. Pretty cool, huh? Try finding that at your local mall!

What are your thoughts on thrift stores? What are some of your favorite stores?



Coffee. I have never been the kind of person who had to have coffee. Occassionally I would enjoy an iced coffee or a Starbucks treat, but was happy to not drink it daily.

Well, I once knew a very sweet woman who every morning had to have her coffee. Every morning, I made it for her first thing. I remember one time she said to me, “There is going to come a day when you are going to need coffee. You won’t be able to start your day without it. Trust me.”

I smiled, not fully understanding what she meant.

Now, I do.