Only God Can Make 1+1=4

Sometimes in life, you can prepare as well as you like.  You can budget, you can set aside resources, you can research as much as humanly possible.  But sometimes in life, you are at your first ultrasound appointment so excited to see the little human growing inside of you only to find out........there are two.  Yes, TWO!  No one taught me how to prepare for that!

April 8th - Almost 9 weeks along

There they are.  The newest Muenchkins.  Plural.  Heartbeats and all.  Who knew?  I think Ethan and I told our ultrasound technician to "shut up" several times and repeatatively asked her "what?!?!".  We also sat in silence...gripping each others hand so tight that by the end there were nail marks and white knuckles.  Twins don't run in our families - and Ethan comes from a HUGE family of single babies.  Single baby after single baby.  No twins for as far as the eye can see.  So what do you do when you get thrown a curve ball, no screwball, no "OH MY GOD IT'S GOING TO HIT ME" ball?  We laughed.  Hysterically laughed.  We walked out of the doctors office and in the elevator (which everyone can see through the open glass) we hugged each other and we laughed.  We walked to the car, sat down and laughed.  We looked at each other and said "well, that's what we get for always joking that we should just have twins and be done with it", and then we laughed some more.  Once we were done laughing (or...at least enough to take a breath), we called our parents.  You know what they did?  They laughed....and screamed...and we THINK they may have teared up but it's hard to tell over the phone when everything is chaotic. 

Most importantly, our parents were EXCITED!  An emotion I'm not sure Ethan and I felt since before the ultrasound.  Terrified - YES.  Overwhelmed - OF COURSE.  Shocked - YOU KNOW IT.  Excited - ummmm...........yes?   Were we?  Were we already making our first parental mistake by NOT being overly excited and joyous that this happened?  I'm not sure, and I'm not sure that we really cared if it was a "mistake" or perfectly freaking normal to feel this way.  (We went with the latter - because it IS normal and totally healthy to feel that way).  Of course, we called our siblings next and they were drinking the kool aid that our parents were drinking.  Slowly but surely this was becoming more and more real.  

So, then the planning (again) began.  Two of everything - cribs, car seats, high chairs, pack and plays, bouncy seats...and...daycare (oh my goodness don't get me started on college....).  I think I gave myself a mini panic attack each time I tried to wrap my head around all of this.  All I could see were dollar signs...dollar signs that we don't have.  Thankfully, our parents were constantly re-assuring.  Their words of encouragement and willingness to help along the way have been truly amazing and greatly appreciated.  I think we would have crumbled without our family's support.  It came at a time when we all needed it.

After over a year of getting rid of that thing...it's coming back.  Week 12.

 



Here we are now, over 13 weeks along and feeling great.  Other than being exhausted from growing two little beings, I have had a fairly easy pregnancy.  I'm getting some energy back and wanting to work out again which is a welcome feeling.  Our heads (and hearts) are finally wrapped around these two babies and we know we are going to be just fine.  We have been scouring garage sales and learning that people are way more generous than they need to be.   Life has continued to throw us a"OH MY GOD IT'S GOING TO HIT ME" ball in the form of rain the other week.  We actually lost one of our cars (my little Focus) in the flood in our parking lot.  Thank goodness for great car insurance because this turned into a blessing.  Can you imagine fitting two car seats into a Ford Focus?  Yeah...exactly.  With the money from insurance for the totaled car, we were able to purchase a new, bigger car (Ford Escape SUV) to be fully prepared for our babies.   So much has not gone as planned these last couple months, but they have all turned out VERY okay.  We know God wouldn't, and WON'T give us more than we can handle and we are so grateful for the good people He has placed around us for support.

Our little turkeys will be here in November if mommy has her way (official due date Nov. 13)!  We are 1/3 of the way there! To all you other moms,  moms-to-be, and moms-to-be-again out there (there sure are a lot of us!) I hope you enjoyed Mothers Day.  What an amazing feeling. 

A Plan Without A Plan...

This past week marked our 2 year Wedding Anniversary.  It's so cliche, but this has truly been the best two years of my life.  I always tell people that I LOVE being married...and it's really true. 

Ethan and I decided to get away for the weekend and we landed on Nashville as our destination.  Don't get me wrong, Nashville itself was very fun, but the car ride was better and the random stops along the way were the icing on the cake.  Here is a glimpse at what we did!!

This is what 4a.m. looks like! Guess who the morning person is in this relationship :-)

First stop was in Indy for some Breakfast.  Second stop, LOUISVILLE SLUGGER FACTORY!!!

 Stopped at Hog Heaven as soon as we got into Nashville. Total shack of a place but AWESOME BBQ!!

After lunch it was time to drive around.  Looky what we found!  Titan's Stadium!

Standing outside the gates.  We tried to sneak in but that place was on lockdown! 

After a nap at the hotel and a shower, it was time for a night out on Broadway!!  We had dinner at a hole in the wall burger place and then went to some random bar and watched Rachael Johnson and her CRAZY band go to work at Big Shotz.  After a little bit of time there, we decided to walk Music Row and see what else there was.  Clearly there is no shortage of live music in Nashville.

Sunday we woke up and went to Pucketts for some breakfast.  Good is an understatement.  No, GREAT AMAZING UNREAL is an understatement.  This place was the perfect ending to a great Nashville "tour".

On the road back we made an unplanned stop at the Jim Beam Distillery....A-Mazing...

Also, notice that the tree is black.  Around all distilleries, there is a fungus that moves in and creates this black bark on all the trees.  The fungus is not harmful but it looks like all of the trees around the Jim Beam Distillery have been burned.  

Standing in the Barrel House.  They call the portion of Bourbon that evaporates during aging "Angel Share".  They call the portion of Bourbon that gets soaked into the wood of the barrel "Devils Cut"...appropriately named we think! (also, it was hot this day...like...HOT - please disregard my tired looking self and focus on how amazingly small Ethan looks!)

That's a lot of Bourbon! 

Standing under 9 stories of aging Bourbon.  There are 1.8 million barrels of aging Bourbon on this property...

This is what 9 stories of Bourbon looks like from the outside.  They have way too many of these "sheds" to count. You can also SMELL the Bourbon all around the Jim Beam complex.  Sweet, sweet smells.... 

This was the original house that used to be the sleeping quarters for people who worked at the original distillery.  The statue is Booker Noe - one of the Master Distillers.

The Jim Beam Distillery is situated in rolling hills and beautiful scenery.  I bet this place is magical in the fall.

We left the Distillery at about 2pm and made it a ways into Indiana.  This is by far my favorite part of the drive.  Wind farms are pretty.  Get on board people.

Final stop along the way.  I ALWAYS tell Ethan that there is no way we can stop for Fireworks.  Fireworks are not legal in Illinois and we just shouldn't break the law.  I caved this time.

(Please note: I regret this decision because on Monday he took out one of them and tried it in our parking lot.  It was loud...like a gun shot and I'm shocked no one called "shots fired" on us...it made me very embarrassed)

We got home at about 9pm on Sunday night.  A total of 16+ hours in the car and about 24 hours total in Nashville.  It was a quick trip for sure, but one of the best I've ever been on. The company was pretty great too ;-)

As I reflected on our 2 years as a married couple, I realized that I could not....no I WOULD NOT have done this if it weren't for Ethan.  We didn't have a plan.  We just drove to Nashville and stopped when we felt like it.  There wasn't an itinerary or a map or a time limit.  We drove.  We stopped.  We ate (a lot).  We walked.  We talked. We drank (a little). We sight saw. And we drove some more.  The conversation was never dull and the scenery and car music to accompany it was something out of a movie.  It was the perfect weekend and a great reflection of what our life together is (and will always be) like. 

Down Update

Sometimes, you're sitting at work and you get a text message from your husband and you just start crying. 


I wish I had some profound words to write, or some catchy thing to say...but my hands are trembling and my head is racing.  7-8 months ago, Ethan said to me "I'll be happy if I just get down to 300 pounds."  It seemed like a daunting task. 

But then, today, he sent me this...

Ethan has lost 101 pounds as of today.  Take that in. Soak it up.  101 pounds.  How do you even begin to THINK about losing that much?  I guess you don't.  I guess you start with your small goals and build on them.  I guess you start by seeing small changes and progress.  I guess you let those things build your confidence so much so that you just keep going.  I guess you learn that you have more will power, fight, and perseverance than you ever thought.

Newlyweds

This past weekend was one of the most amazing weekends I have had in a while.  My birthday weekend was filled with amazing surprises from Ethan: New running shoes, a great lunch date, an afternoon at the spa, and even a surprise birthday party at the Dueling Pianos bar.  But, amid all of this, there was one thing that made me smile, giggle, and just feel so blessed. 

Ethan took me to the running store to try on new shoes.  After trying on a couple pairs, a few walks around the store, and even some jogging on the treadmill, I landed on a pair of Brooks.  Ahhh, sweet relief for my feet. 

As we were checking out, Ethan and I were giggling with each other and just being overly excited for this new pair of shoes.  The man that was helping us stopped what he was doing, looked up, and goes "Are you two newlyweds?"  After an awkward glance at Ethan, I replied with "Well, we've been married about 2 years and together for a while."  The man just stood there smiling at us.  I couldn't figure it out and my go to reaction was to be kind of put off that he would think we were so immature! Ethan quickly came to the rescue and said "Thanks, man.  That's such a great compliment." 

And it was.

Too often, Ethan and I get caught up in moments of stress, work, life, adult choices, ect.  It is the times that we are carefree and joyous that we get so caught up in each other that we don't even realize what others may see in us.  THOSE are the moments that make the stressors in life totally worth it.  Those are the moments when we are ourselves.  Those are the moments when our love shines.

So, thank you, to my husband for seeing this as a compliment, changing my go to defensiveness, and the man at The Runners Soul for just saying it.  Such a little comment with such big implications.  Thank you.

These Shoes Are Made For Running

Ethan and I have a long tradition of not getting each other anything for birthdays, anniversaries, or Christmas.  This started back in college when it just got to be too much.  February 4th = Dating Anniversary, February 6th = Ethan's birthday, February 14th = Valentine's Day, and March 16th = Jenna's Birthday.  It was just too much celebration in such a short amount of time...and our bank accounts just weren't big enough.  Also, if we weren't going to get each other anything for those days, then we might as well throw Christmas in there, right? 

For whatever reason, this year I got an itch to get Ethan something for his birthday.  I see how hard he works in the gym (and outside of the gym) and noticed that this shoes were in sad shape.  I honestly couldn't remember the last time that Ethan bought a pair of BRAND NEW shoes.  He often received shoes from Evan through the Iowa Sports Teams that he worked for, or more recently, the Indianapolis Colts.  These shoes were in good condition, but they were not BRAND NEW.  I had the perfect idea!

On the Saturday before Ethan's birthday we went to the gym as usual.  I had a big surprise for him after the gym though. I took Ethan to a running store to get fitted for the proper shoe and learn a bit more about running.   What an experience!  They took pictures of his feet, studied his arch (or lack of) and had him walk on a treadmill so that they could pick a shoe that would give him back everything he puts into a workout.

Taking a look at all the shoes!

Ethan ended up with a pair of Brooks and some insoles...and a whole new motivation for working out and running.  A brand new pair of shoes...the first in over 2 years I had been told.  Well deserved!

The next weekend, Jan and Mark came into town and surprised Ethan by bringing Evan with!  What a treat!!!  We decided on a Piano Bar/Bowling Alley in Elmhurst for dinner on Saturday night and it was a BLAST!  We both agreed that we would be going back for more dueling pianos and shuffleboard :-)

 At Fitz - Enjoying the Dueling Pianos!

I am not sure if this will continue, I still enjoy getting him random gifts "just cuz" rather than because of a particular day.  But, I must say, giving Ethan gifts on his birthday was a joy.  I loved watching the surprise in his face and the graciousness in his voice for the gifts he received.  What a great birthday and many more to come! 

This is NOT the man I married...

Wow. What a long time since the last post.  There is good reason, I assure you. 

September 27th, 2011

Ethan and I were sitting on the couch, watching Biggest Loser as we do on Tuesday nights. There was a segment where a 27 year old male had to meet with the shows doctor and was told that he was diabetic.  The 27 year old was roughly Ethan's height, roughly Ethan's weight, and was carrying on the same lifestyle.  Ethan sat there quietly, saying nothing about what he was thinking and feeling.

The next day at work, Ethan messaged me asking about the website that I had started using just days earlier that tracks your calories/exercise/weight loss.  From that point on, we haven't looked back.

Our journey is only successful because we are doing this together.  If I had to count calories or measure out my portions without Ethan, I would have failed by now.  He says the same for me (I always blush).  It has brought us together in ways I could not imagine.

Weeks had gone by and we had committed to not telling anyone what we were doing.  We wanted to surprise them when they saw us next.  The first opportunity we had for this was when Ethan's parents came up in October to go to Lambeau Field.  It was a modest weight loss at that time, but the difference in pictures from August to October show pretty well that we were on the right road.

August sometime - 1st Trip to Lambeau Field

October 29, 2011 - Exactly 1 month into it.

After our Lambeau outing, it was time to get back to our daily grind.  I worked out in the morning before work, Ethan went after work.  Day in and day out.  Saturdays we started going to the gym and would spend our time there trying to get as many calories out as possible since we didn't have a time constraint.  The changes kept coming and the weight kept coming off.

I remember one Sunday morning I had to work the Nursery.  Sundays are usually our days off from working out and allow us to recharge for the week.  After church, Ethan and I were sitting down for lunch and he told me that he had gone for a jog that morning while I was gone.  I sat there.  Dumbfounded.  This was NOT the man I had married.  I didn't marry some one who looked forward to getting up early just to workout.  I didn't marry some one who actively counted and measured what they were eating not because they needed to make it last longer but because they knew that it would lead to a better life for us.  And while I did not marry this man, I am so so SOOOO happy that I have him in my life now. 

These past two weekends we were blessed to be able to spend it with our families.  We were able to share with them the joy and excitement we have found in working out, seeing the changes, eating responsibly and being able to say we are here for the long haul of life.  Our journey does not have a finish line.  This is the lifestyle we have and want and need.  So I'll leave you with a little fun fact.  1 pound = 4 sticks of butter.  That means that Ethan has lost a total of 248 sticks of butter and I have lost a total of 140 sticks of butter.  Gross - but it feels GREAT!

BEFORE

January 2012

What a Crock....

So yesterday I woke up early to get the CrockPot Lasagna ready.  Boy were we EXCITED to have this for dinner.  I assembled everything and placed my wonderful looking Lasagna into my CrockPot.  Turned it on low and left for work. 

I dreamt all day about the smells that would fill the house, the taste of the Lasagna, and how perfect it would be to warm us up on a cool day.  On the way home from work, Ethan and I talked about having some garlic bread with our Lasagna or a salad on the side.  As we pulled into the parking lot, I was relieved that our house was still standing (forgot to tell you that I also had minor anxiety all day about whether our house would be burned down). 

I opened the door to the house and the smell was intoxicating.  I started getting really excited and I think I may have even done a little happy dance.  Ethan came in and said "It smells really good!"

I didn't even want to change into my comfy clothes...I just wanted to see what it looked like and dig in for dinner. 

This is what I found:

BURNT....



I looked at Ethan, deflated and so so so embarrassed.  I said "Looks like we have to go out to dinner.  It's ruined."  He was quick to put his arms around me and tell me that it was okay...that this was not the end of the world and that I did everything I could to make this meal amazing.  He then reminded me that we are trying to eat better and that we have plenty of food in the house to make a different dinner. 

I managed to salvage one serving from the very center of the CrockPot disaster.  I put it in a container and placed it in the fridge for a later day.  

Later that night I put the Lasagna in a plastic bag to be taken out to the trash.  It was a brick of hardened cheese, noodles, and italian sausage and about 50% lighter than when I put it all together...Some day we will try this dish again...maybe not while we are away at work though....