Fear can completely cripple you, deprive you of happiness, and keep you from going after your hopes and dreams. Not only that, but did you know that fear can make you physically sick?
Each time you feel fear, it triggers something called the “fight-or-flight” stress response in your body. If there is a cumulative buildup of the stress hormone, it can lead to disorders in our automatic nervous system. This can cause IBS, headaches, high blood pressure, etc. I don’t know about you but this makes me afraid of fear! How is that even possible?
The time that I feel the most fearful is at night, right before I fall asleep. Sometimes I can lay there and the thoughts of my deepest fears creep to the surface. It’s not the darkness that causes this fear, it’s the silence of the night. When I start to worry and let the fear come in, that’s when I start praying. I pray that my husband comes home safely after his shift, I pray for my son, I pray for my family members and friends, I pray for peace. If all else fails, I turn on Nick at Night and watch episodes of Full House, Friends and Fresh Prince of Bel Air until I drift off into sleep.
I like to call fear a four letter word because I tend to make situations ten times worse in my mind because of it. I can get myself all in a tizzy worrying about things that are out of my control. What I’ve realized is that most of the time you just have to let go and let God take care of you. Let your faith carry you.
Happy Monday Y’all!
I always knew that when I became a parent my life would completely change forever. I didn’t really know what to expect until I was fully in it though. You forget your old ways and habits and create new ones. I have most definitely created a new normal for my life.
The old me would roll out of bed by 7 am to be at work at 8 am or so. Now I wake up to the cutest alarm clock at about 5 am. The old me would cry, complain and beg for just 5 more minutes of sleep. Now I cry and beg for just 5 more minutes with Jacob. Don’t get me wrong, 5 am does come way too early sometimes but to say it’s worth it would be an understatement. The early mornings are seriously my favorite part of the day.
When I found out that I was pregnant, I was more worried about life with a newborn than I was the actual birth process. What I didn’t know was that natural instinct truly is a real thing. People told me all the time that it would just come natural to me and they were right. The old me was scared to even touch a newborn, or any baby really. I was scared I would break them. I got the hang of this momma thing pretty early on. #gome
Seeing Brian interact with Jacob is the sweetest thing ever. The old me thought I loved Brian then but now seeing him with our son has made me fall in love with him all over again. He doesn’t have to work hard to make his “mini me” smile. He is a great role model and daddy for our son. I just had to brag about him. P.S. — Every time Jacob sneezes, Brian says “ oooo Goodness” and for some reason I think it’s the cutest thing ever.
Baby weight. No, I’m not talking about the sweet chubbiness of Jacob (he is becoming more chunky every day). I am talking about the extra chubbiness of his momma. I know it took 9 months to put on this weight but dang I wish it would have magically fallen off my body once Jacob came into this world. Two hundred thousand percent worth it though and I am always a work in progress. Weight has been something that I have constantly battled and I know I will for the rest of my life. I have some experience in gaining and LOSING a lot of weight, so I know it will come off with time and work.
Having a new tiny human in our world has added so much joy to our lives. It has also added a LOT of stuff. Each room in our house has a little trail of things that remind me of Jacob. A blanket here, a boppy pillow there, a cute little single sock laying on the floor, bottles in the sink, and a burp cloth by our bed reminds me every second of how lucky we really are to have this miracle in our lives.
I cannot imagine my life any different. Yes we have our moments of brief frustration and feelings of “this is parenting thing hard” but I wouldn’t change a thing. I love being Jacobs’s momma and I just had to tell the whole wide world.
Happy weekend! 🙂
Every once and a while I will try and be domesticated and cook my man dinner. Most of the time we cook together. It’s one of my favorite past times with him. We normally play music, sing and cook. It’s a ton of fun. Anyways….like I was saying….. Sometimes I like to surprise B with a good comfort meal after a long day.
Here is what I came up with yesterday:
Mini Chicken Pot Pies:
Here’s what you’ll need:
- Flaky layers biscuits (If you’re watching your waist line, get the reduced fat)
- 2 cups of frozen mixed vegetables
- 1 can of condensed cream of chicken soup
- 1 cup of diced chicken
- A little bit of shredded cheddar cheese
Here’s what you’ll do:
- Preheat the oven to 375
- Cook the chicken and mix in a medium bowl with vegetables, and soup.
- Press each biscuit into 5 1/2-inch round. Place 1 round in each of 8 greased regular-size muffin cups. Firmly press in bottom and up side, forming 3/4-inch rim. Spoon a generous 1/3 cup chicken mixture into each. Pull edges of dough over filling toward center; crease and squeeze dough gently to hold in place.
- Sprinkle a tiny bit of cheddar cheese on top of each pie.
- Bake at 375 for between 20-25 minutes or until golden brown.
- Let cool for approximately 5 minutes and serve.
If you know me at all, you know that I am a big UNC fan! My dad went there and has season tickets for football, so you know where to find me at every other weekend in the fall. We have the best time together and it’s one of my favorite places to be.
Then came my husband. Biggest USC gamecock fan you will ever meet, SO I had to become a gamecocker too. We joke about who the real “Carolina” is, ( Which is UNC ;)), but it’s all fun and games. We cheer on each others teams unless they are playing each other. Which by the way, in exactly one year from today ,September 3, 2015, they will be in Charlotte. I’ll be in my Carolina Blue of course.
But here are some classic looks for both “carolina’s”:
And if you’re more of a T-Shirt and shorts kind of girl:
Happy Hump Day!