I love the brisker morning air, the sign of falling leaves and the fields of sunflowers that bloom carelessly in clusters. They've always been an invigorating sight of change for me, but currently they also serve as a bittersweet reminder that this time last year, I lost our baby.
Some of you may know that I miscarried last August, but many of you may not know that I am pregnant again. (I’m 26 weeks pregnant in fact!) We’re having a girl. She is strong, she is healthy, and everyday I say a little prayer that Heavenly Father will let us keep her. If you know me, you know I am not a negative or despairing person. So why am I overshadowing a happy announcement with the unfortunate and irreversible past of my previous miscarriage? And why has it taken me over 6 months to announce on social media that we are pregnant again? I haven't formed a concrete explanation yet, but I do know this. Miscarriage has changed me… especially since becoming pregnant again. I see and I feel things differently than I did with my first pregnancy and in my attempt to understand and explain those thoughts and feelings, I revert to what I always do when I need further clarity and comfort. I write, I take photos, I create…

After talking about our miscarriage last year, (you can see below or the original post here) I was surprised and pretty humbled by the amount of people who messaged me. They told me how they had been there and how grateful they were for my words. Some even said they wished they had felt like they could talk about it when they were going through it...

Me (feeling awesome and strong I suppose) after cycling about 2 months ago.

 I felt pumped in cycling today and when a VERY pregnant woman looks like she is having too much fun at the gym, I think it makes some gym goers and class instructors... a little nervous. I truly forget how big I look to everyone so after class I went home and made this video. I had no intention of sharing it, but I cannot stop laughing! This is the first time I've ever seen what I look like doing yoga pregnant and I don't know why, but I find it extremely hysterical! I guess I can see how I might make other people at the gym nervous, but truly, I never push myself harder than I can handle. I make sure to be really in tune with my body in every workout that I do and honestly, I feel great!



I do three main workouts every week. Walking, cycling, and yoga. Walking is fun, easy, and relaxing, cycling is where I can get "hardcore" and really whip up a sweat and yoga is simply my life-savor! There's no way to word it without it sounding corny, so here it goes; yoga has changed my life! The old me thought yoga was just some hoop-plah workout for women to have an excuse to buy and show off their stretchy pants. So I resisted (what I considered) "the girly form of exercise trend" until my sister opened up her own yoga studio at Renew You a few years back. Even when I gave in and started going, I never in a million years pictured myself being the yogi type. I was the athletic girl. Who as a result of her athleticism, had lousy balance, grandma knees and hips, and couldn't touch her toes even after 30 minutes of stretching? Basically I was an in-denial train wreck.

I've been doing yoga for almost 2 years now and I can't believe the changes! I can honestly say that I've never felt better, even being pregnant! Now don't get me wrong, I still get aches, pains, and cravings just like any other preggo woman out there, but I'm convinced yoga has made adjusting to this new body of mine easier, graceful even. Alright, small yoga rant complete. Enjoy my spur of the moment video! Hopefully it makes someone out there chuckle besides, well, me.