Styling Mom....Not so much

The last 24 hours have given me a new meaning to style. I officially smell more of spit up then I do of my Vanilla Lotion. My clothes have spit up or poo all over them and I still wear them out (not proud of this but right now it is survival mode) Doing my hair and make up is my last priority and my legs received a visit from my razor for the first time in 10 days.

Lets give you a run down of the past 24 hours.

• 24 hours ago, I was giving Nash his feeding. He had just finished the feeding and we were reading books in his room. Well...I was reading and he was sitting there listening, I think. All of the sudden he felt really warm to me. Then the warm sensation started to trickle down my leg. I lift Nash up off of my lap and what do my eyes see. POO! And not just a little, I mean a lot. Seriously, did the diaper not catch any of it. I scream for Chris to come help me, because I was sitting on the chair my parents lent us and did not want to return it stained with Nash's poo. So the clean up process started. Chris took Nash, holding him as far from him as he could, to the changing table. I hobbled to the laundry room and ripped my pants off and got some new sweats. The rest is just how you would expect. Both of us freaking out. Trying to figure out what to do with the poo stained clothes, while dealing with a very calm baby on the table that had poo all the way to his neck. His look was of "what is your guys problem, my tummy feels much better and I am not screaming".
• 18 hours ago I was making dinner for myself(it was fend for yourself night...proud mom?). I had put Nash on his tummy on the activity matt in the kitchen. I look over and he had spit up and then proceeded to lay his head in the spit up. It would have been nice if the spit up was just liquid but it was not. It was from the pit of his stomach milk curdled spit up. It was in his hair, ears, neck, face and mouth. Oh so gross. I picked him up, then decided I needed to eat so I finished making my sandwich while holding my spit up boy. At this point I decided I was going to multi-task. I asked Chris to put his bathtub in our tub and I was going to bath him in our tub while I was eating my sandwich. I mean in my gymnastics days I would multi-task taking a bath, while eating dinner and doing homework, this should be doable right. Oh was I mistaken. We got in the bath and everything was going great until our little Nasherson decided he was going to poo in his bath. Not again. Another poo thing seriously. So I in turn quickly picked him up out of his bath. Dunked him in my bath and Chris took care of his little tub. Not even 5 minutes later he pooped in my bath. Great. Here I am sitting in poopy water in my tub while holding him. Not exactly how I thought this event would go.
• 6 hours ago Another poopy mess. I would love to have cameras in our house when this happens. Nash was sitting in his bouncy seat and Chris and I are on the couch. We hear this big toot and we looked at each other and just knew. Another blow out. I got to check, sure enough up out of his pants on his bouncy seat. And the routine continues.

(right before his explosion)

Needless to say, I guess it is a blessing that I have not bought new clothes or that I cannot fit into my nice clothes. I do not want them to fall victim to Mr. Nash just yet.

Speaking of fitting into clothes. I have officially lost over half of my pregnancy weight. Only 13 more pounds to go. However, it is funny how my brain works. I thought looking at what my body was going through during pregnancy was hard, the after math is even worse. It is my biggest struggle and my mom and I were talking about it the other day. I want to lose this weight so bad and be back to pre pregnancy by spring training so that I do not have to subject all those people to this body. But in all reality, what my body is going through is the real reality and I have to keep reminding myself of Psalm 139:14. I am fearfully and wonderfully made.

In a conversation that I was having with my friend Annie (if you have not read her blog you have to....she has two adorable little girls and is one of the best writers I have ever met) about the struggles of motherhood and everything that my brain is thinking of; she explained to me that it is about your little one and you sacrifice for that one just as Christ has for us. So I need to eat more hamburgers and french fries and not worry about the cottage cheese that seems to be lingering on my legs or the stomach that looks like jello and is just lost on my body right now. Go with my gut and do what I know is best for my little guy. I am the one who knows him best. And if he is sleeping with us now, I am pretty sure that will wear off by college:)