Posts Tagged ‘baby’

  1. I Failed Today

    March 29, 2017 by Melanie Faris

    I got out of bed at 8 am today, but first I woke up at midnight, then 2 am, 3 am, 5 am, and 7 am. It was a long night with a newborn, and my energy was lacking for the day before it even began. I could hear my sick little girl coughing down the hall, and soon after, little pitter pats on the floor making it’s way to my room. The day was about to begin, and I’ve missed my opportunity to shower.

    With greasy hair and a milk stained shirt, I roll out of bed and make my way to the bathroom to brush my teeth and throw my hair in a ponytail. If I don’t get dressed now, chances are I will stay in my pajamas until noon. So I put on some clean clothes and a quick swipe of mascara. I probably won’t leave the house today, but someone might show up here and I should look like I’ve got my act together. Even if my only visitor is the FedEx guy bringing me something I just can’t leave the house to buy.

    I see the overflowing laundry bin out of the corner of my eye while I hurriedly brush my teeth – the laundry that I’ve been ignoring for days. I haul it out of my room and put it near the top of the stairs so that I can’t ignore it anymore. At some point today I will bring it down to wash. Or that’s the intention at least.

    I go back to my room to grab the baby, and on the way, I pick up the dirty diapers I tossed carelessly on the floor throughout the night. I’m scanning the room for any diapers I missed when suddenly I see my toddler wiping her boogers all over my bed sheets. I guess I need to wash those at some point now too.

    She’s reaching for the baby. Not the baby!!!

    “Hi baby Ben!” she says, as she pats his little head with her booger fingers. How sweet. I panic that the newborn will catch her nasty sickness, so I drop everything and run to grab him.

    With a baby in one arm, and a toddler hanging onto my leg crying for a banana, we finally make our way to the stairs. I try to carry them both, but the toddler insists she wants to walk down by herself while carrying two of her favourite blankies and her stuffed dog. So we slowly make our way down the stairs, one toddler step at a time.

    My husband is running around trying to make breakfast, coffee, and clean up yesterday’s dishes. He’s late for work. I’m tempted to ask him to hold the crying baby or wipe some boogers, but then I remember… he was up at 12 am, 3 am and 5 am reassuring a sick little girl that she is going to be alright. He ended up sleeping in bed with her. We all survived another night, but the day was just beginning…

    I wasn’t sure how the day would pan out, but I knew it would involve The Wiggles on replay, every crayon we own being tossed on the floor, picking up the shredded the toilet paper that’s bound to be all over (toddlers do this best), intermittent vacuuming, all the while nursing a baby and wiping toddler boogers…oh and possibly a nap. Dear God, please let there be a nap.

    After a long day, I can’t wait to lie down and sleep. Between a sick toddler and a hungry baby, I don’t know how much sleep is in store for this Momma. I remind myself how short this phase of life is. There’s many years of sleep ahead of me, just not this year. The days are hectic, but I’m treasuring these busy, not always easy moments with my two precious children.

    I wonder how people survive with twins, or how they get anything done with more than two kids…I admire Mothers. Especially those who have time to shower AND blow dry their hair. I’m not there yet, but one day I will be. In the meantime, I’m accepting the fact that I’m not perfect at this whole Mommy thing. It’s not easy. It’s really not easy. If I need to put the TV on to entertain my toddler so I can nurse a crying baby, then I will.

    This isn’t forever, but it’s today. 

    If failing means I don’t get the chance to put on my makeup, or keep a clean house, or make a homemade meal, then I choose to fail. Failing is so worth it. And even though I feel as if I failed today, there are two innocent, sweet children who look at me like I’m their whole world. Because I am. And that’s the greatest reward there is.

  2. My Second Birth Story – Benjamin

    February 22, 2017 by Melanie Faris


    On February 1st, 2017 our second child was born. We named him Benjamin. I had a feeling it was a boy throughout my pregnancy. Although my gender instincts weren’t as strong as they were with my first pregnancy, I was still pretty sure that a boy was the miracle growing inside of me. From the way I carried to the way I pictured our family, and that our boy name was decided on while our girl name was a constant struggle. Benjamin is now born into the world and into our family, and we couldn’t be happier.

    Leading up to the labour and birth of our second child was different this time around. I didn’t have time to focus on every little detail of my pregnancy like I did with my first. My pregnancy App was hardly used, and I even missed entire WEEKS of not knowing the specifics of my growing baby (insert screams). Was he or she the size of an orange or mango? Gosh, I just didn’t know. My world didn’t revolve around being pregnant, it revolved around running a household and keeping my toddler busy, happy and well fed.

    The last weeks of pregnancy I was nesting non-stop. I was determined to keep my house spotless, even though it would soon be destroyed by my toddler running wild and free. I felt like I was chasing her around all day with a cloth and broom. Perhaps I went a little crazy on keeping things clean, but it helped to pass the time when I didn’t want to leave the house because it was just too freakin’ cold to go outside. Did I also mention what a chore it was to put on my boots?

    As I mentioned in my last pregnancy blog, I was waking up in the night with contractions for weeks leading up to my labour. It was a bit annoying because I would prepare myself mentally each time to give birth to this child, and the contractions would just stop. I would then proceed with another day of pregnancy, chasing my toddler around and checking things off of my to do list.

    I wasn’t in any rush to have this baby. I was just so prepared that I was tired of being ready and not knowing when it was going to happen. Does that make any sense?! All my type A people get me. My husband is not type A, which makes for some good laughs in our house. He was happy to book appointments and make plans for every day leading up to, and after my due date, even though the baby wasn’t born yet. I however, would never make plans because I was PREPARED at any moment to give birth, and plans would get in the way of my preparedness. HA! I’m weird…I know.


    On January 31st, one day after my due date, labour finally began (picture was taken in early labour). Before contractions started, I went in to see my midwives for an appointment and check-up. I had bloody show in the morning, so I was prepping myself for labour to begin at any moment. Once I asked the midwife if it meant I was certainly going into labour within the day, she smiled and said nothing is certain. GAaaaaaghhh. I was 1 day overdue, and it was killing me not knowing when this baby would arrive.

    By dinner time, I was starting to get contractions and was praying they wouldn’t go away. Thomas had an appointment booked for 6:30, and I wasn’t sure whether he should go or not. We decided it was best to cancel, just in case things picked up quickly and this was the real deal. We sent Norah to bed, and I headed to the bath as contractions were getting more painful. I applied 2 drops of Young Living’s Clary Sage oil to my belly, and soaked in a bath with Frankincense, Myrrh and Cedarwood Essential Oils. I listened to my pre-made labour playlist (yep, told you I was prepared), and dealt peacefully with each contraction as they came. I was feeling calm and ready.

    At 10pm, my parents arrived so they could be with Norah. My contractions were coming frequently, but a little unpredictable and some weren’t lasting long. Ex, 6 minutes apart lasting for 45 seconds then 3 minutes apart lasting 30 seconds…some even 2 minutes, but the pain was still manageable so I knew I was not ready to go to the hospital.

    By 10:30, we paged the midwife to see if we should head over to the hospital. I kid you not, the contractions basically stopped once she was on the phone. I remember this happened with my first labour when we called the midwife. My contractions shut off. I think I have a fear of being wrong, or waking her up from a nice sleep and it being a false alarm. My midwife waited on the phone for a while to see how I was dealing with contractions, but I only had one contraction, and it was mild. “I swear I’m not lying!” I said. I remember feeling a bit silly. So we hung up and Thomas crawled into bed for a little rest. Needless to say, he didn’t get much rest. Within minutes contractions were back and I was yelling “Push on my back. Do something. Get up. Help me!” Only a few contractions later, I was shivering and yelling to get our bags in the car, NOW.

    In a bit of a panic, we grabbed our things and headed out the door. I was in the zone now, making strange noises and trying not to think about the snowy roads, or every red light that we seemed to hit. By the time we got to the hospital at midnight, my whole body was shaking and I couldn’t do much more than close my eyes, breathe and pray. This baby needed to come out.

    The midwives checked me once we arrived. I can remember ripping my clothes off with no shame and saying, “I better be at least 7cm, please tell me I am at least a 7.” Much to my surprise, she said I was ready to push if I felt the urge to push. “But my water hasn’t broke yet!” I proclaimed. She said it would break when I was pushing, or she kindly offered to break it for me…but that meant the baby would be coming now, and I wasn’t quite ready to accept more pain, even though it was inevitable. So we waited.

    My back labour was getting intense, and no position was helping to ease the pain. This baby was not in the ideal position, and my back labour only confirmed that. I didn’t move for a long time, because I just didn’t want to. It hurt! Finally after one hour I said, “Okay break my water, I’m ready.”

    Thomas was there with cold cloths for my forehead, water and gentle words of encouragement. They offered me laughing gas to ease some pain, but I was already this close to the finish line, so I declined and persevered. I kept reminding myself that all this pain was a good thing, and my body was doing exactly what it was designed to do. That helped me tremendously. 

    After breaking my water, my body began to push on it’s own. During this stage, the pain was a bit easier to deal with. I could smile between contractions knowing our baby would soon be in my arms. It took one hour of pushing with a lot of support and direction from my team, and at 2:03am, our little Benjamin was born. His head came out sideways, and his little face was a tad bruised, but he was perfect. 9lbs 1oz of pure joy.


    We are now adjusting to life with 2 children. It’s amazing, hectic, stressful, exciting and busy all in one. I can remember crying the first week, feeling overwhelmed, but mostly hormonal. I just didn’t know how I was going to do this. My crazy post-birth hormones have settled and our little family has survived thus far. We are growing closer, and enjoying our new way of life. Norah has at last decided she is okay to share her Mommy and Daddy with someone new and someone very special; her little brother Benjamin.





  3. Final Days of Pregnancy

    January 26, 2017 by Melanie Faris

    I’m sitting here drinking a nice cup of Red Raspberry Leaf tea, pondering over these last remaining days of my pregnancy. I am anticipating a very soon arrival of our next baby, especially since our firstborn came a bit early. My due date is only 4 days away now, and these last days are not easy, but still all the while special.

    I’ve had a couple of nights in the past 2 weeks when I thought my labour was kicking in. I get a lot of braxton hicks contractions daily, but there were a few nights when they came stronger and more consistently. I had my phone with me in bed so I could time each contraction that came and went. I didn’t sleep for one night because I was so busy timing each contraction, waiting and hoping for them to get painful and closer together. By 7am, I was completely zonked and the contractions were gone. I then had to care for my toddler for an entire day. I guess my body is preparing me for sleepless nights to come.

    The last weeks of pregnancy are bitter sweet. I’m trying to keep myself busy so time goes quickly, but I also want to slow time down and enjoy these last days with just Norah as my baby. I feel a bit of sadness when I hold my firstborn daughter and sing her sleep, knowing that soon she won’t be my only child. Sounds a bit silly, I know…In the next week or so, I will have another child to love just as much as I love Norah. But if I’m being completely honest, I worry that my heart and energy won’t stretch enough to have the same love and attention for another child. I know it will, as so many Mothers have assured me, but the thought of it still makes me a bit emotional.

    This pregnancy has gone by in a flash. I still can’t believe this baby can arrive at any moment, and not knowing when is driving me crazy. I have been scrubbing the house clean for weeks now, and I don’t think it’s only because I’m nesting. I’m just trying to keep myself busy and stay on-top of things that I know I won’t have time to do in the coming weeks. I have even prepared some freezer meals for us for when baby arrives. Did I mention how helpful freezer meals were when our firstborn came along? LIFE SAVER!! We bought a stand-up freezer this time around so we have some extra (much needed) freezer space. We don’t have mountains of food in there, but enough to get us through the first week or so which will be sooooo helpful.

    Some freezer foods I have prepared include:

    Beef & Barley Stew, Turkey & Sausage Chili, Chicken & Vegetable Bake with Lentils, Shepherds Pie, Quiche…plus some homemade protein bars and muffins that freeze well. I also bought some pre-made freezer meals from the grocery store. Not perfectly healthy, but that’s fine by me!

    Cooking is getting more challenging as I near the end of this pregnancy. I have been getting this awful shooting pain down my hips and legs when the baby moves a lot. I seriously drop to the floor in pain or need to squat down in order to bring me some relief.  It can be hard to deal with, especially when I have a toddler needing my attention and dinner needing to be prepared. Oh the joys of pregnancy!

    Today was my last midwife appointment before my official due date. I’m hoping our next appointment will be canceled because of the birth of our baby. Baby seems to be in the right position, but often likes to be sunny side up, which isn’t ideal for labour – but still okay. Norah was the same way, and she ended up turning in labour. Hopefully this baby will turn and be in perfect position for labour so I can avoid back labour or a long labour this time around.

    Well friends, I wanted to check in with you before life gets even more crazy here. Hopefully this baby will be in my arms soon, but in the meantime, I will be soaking up my cuddles with my other baby, and loving every moment.

    Love and Blessings,
    Melanie Faris

  4. Update – Baby Number 2

    November 8, 2016 by Melanie Faris

    Hello Friends!

    Yes, it has been a while. I know…but I’ve come to realize that my blog is simply a way I can connect and share my life and what I’ve learned on this journey, when I have time. I actually was planning on packing it in, until I received a bill that automatically came off my credit card to pay for the domain name for my blog. So I’m not packing it in, because I’ve already paid for it. LOL. I do enjoy writing, but sometimes need the extra push to get-r-done. Perhaps that’s the best way to keep me going – just charge my credit card and I’ll come running, ha.

    So, here we are again, and I’m happy to announce some exciting news! Clearly the title says it all, but if you didn’t catch on, baby number 2 is on the way! Yippee. I am officially in my 3rd trimester now. Wow time flies. I can’t even believe I only have 12 weeks left of this pregnancy. Baby Faris #2 is due on January 30th, 2017. Boy or girl? Not sure. We will find out in about 12 weeks. ๐Ÿ™‚

    The second pregnancy for me has been so different from the first. Not by the way I feel, but rather how fast time has gone by. I clearly remember counting down the days with my first pregnancy, and reading the daily updates on my pregnancy app. I was so focused on being pregnant then. Now, I often forget I’m pregnant. Seriously!! I spend my days chasing my daughter around, all the while trying to cook and clean and fit in a workout if I have time. I’m not any “hungrier”, I don’t have any cravings…but I AM tired. I feel like I could nap the entire afternoon. And sometimes I do, if Norah has the same agenda in mind.

    The times I actually remember I’m pregnant is when I get awkwardly kicked in my stomach from the inside, or can’t bend over to put my shoes on. OR, funny story – when I forget how big I am, and that I can’t fit between small spaces anymore. I’ve learned to take the looonnggg walk around the gym instead of between the nicely lined up workout equipment. I have almost got myself stuck multiple times, because I simply forget. And you think I’m kidding. ha!

    My weight gain this time around has not been as much as with my first pregnancy (thus far). I give full credit to my toddler. She keeps me busy! I also have not changed my diet much since getting pregnant, and I have eaten the way I always do. My first trimester was the same as last time – nausea and extreme tiredness. But I pulled through and made it to the second trimester, when things get easier.

    Did I mention how much I love baths? Both pregnancies I am obsessed. I sit in my tub for 2 hours sometimes. I don’t know why, but pregnancy and baths go hand in hand for me. Anyone else the same way?! Thomas is a bit worried about our next water bill since our tub is full and well heated almost every night. I tell him it’s just the cost of pregnancy and me having to go through labour in the near future. Can I get an amen? He doesn’t actually mind, but we joke about it!

    27 weeks pregnanct

    I haven’t had the same time or inspiration to create my own recipes since little Norah was born. I still cook a lot, but just don’t take the time to blog or write it down and snap fancy pics. It really takes a lot of effort to write it all out properly. The recipes I do write down…well, let’s just say they look like Norah wrote it…and she doesn’t read yet. Good luck following those recipes.

    Lately I have been cooking from the Oh She Glows Cookbook and most of the time I just throw together the usual meals I love to make. Salmon has been a new favourite of mine, and I’m so hoping to share my salmon recipe with all of you one day…

    So there you have it. A quick update on what’s new with me. Hopefully my next post won’t be in another year when my credit card is charged again. What do you want to hear about next? Baby stuff? Food? Pregnancy life? Let me know in the comments! A little inspiration will get me back typing in no time.

    Chat again…sometime! lol

    Melanie Faris



  5. How I lost all of my baby weight

    February 19, 2016 by Melanie Faris

    During my pregnancy I gained around 35lbs, give or take a few. But even before I got pregnant, I was higher on the scale since I let my diet slide a bit and wasn’t working out as much as I used to before I got married. So overall I was about 45 pounds heavier by the end of my pregnancy than my pre-marriage weight 3 years ago.



    Before I got married and had a baby, I was exercising on a very regular basis and made the gym my #1 priority. Now meal planning and a strict exercise regimen is just not practical, and that’s okay with me! But yet, here I am today weighing LESS than I did before I got pregnant. So if I didn’t follow a strict diet plan or exercise program after having a baby, how did I do it?

    For those of you who have followed me for a while, you know I love eating healthy. Over the years I have naturally geared more towards the healthier choices than french fries and fast food. I guess you can say I eat healthy for the most part, but don’t get me wrong, I am totally happy to enjoy pizza on the weekend and a nice slice of cheesecake occasionally. I don’t limit myself, and I don’t really diet, but I do enjoy eating healthy most of the time. For me, I know that has helped me make consistent progress. Eating healthy for me no longer means egg whites for breakfast, or counting calories throughout the day. It works for some, just not for me at this point in my life. And it’s certainly not how I lost my baby weight…

    I have never been good at sticking to one thing. It’s going to be difficult for me to tell you EXACTLY what I did to lose my baby weight and the cellulite off my thighs (which I’ve had for a long time, and no longer do). I’m a bit of a squirrel and often start one thing before finishing the last ten things I started. I get distracted and excited about new things all the time, so you won’t find a list of things I did consistently to lose weight. I will give you a general idea of my days postpartum and peek into a “normal day” in the life of Melanie (if there is such a thing), and hopefully that can help you with your goals as well!

    1-3 Months Postpartum


    Once I had Norah, I didn’t care about getting my pre-baby body back right away. I was more enthralled with this new precious being than I was over what I ate in a day. To be honest, I didn’t have the time, nor the energy to cook. I was happy with take out, something in the freezer, or heck – PB&J would suffice. I didn’t exercise much at all for the first 3 months of Norah’s life. The most exercise I did was a walk around the neighborhood with my new baby, the very occasional run, or grocery shopping (that counts right?). I didn’t care if I held onto those extra pounds for those first few months, I was just loving every moment of being a new mom.

    I had to wait until Norah was 3 months before I could leave her at the gym daycare. Once I could bring her with me, I started going to the gym and doing very light/easy workouts. I did mostly body weight exercises, and it was enough for me! I did very basic exercises and found that I only needed to be there for 30 minutes to get a good workout. Plus I had a very hungry baby who I couldn’t leave much longer than that amount of time.

    I did not do ANY ab exercises for approx 5 or 6 months postpartum. I waited a while so that I didn’t risk having diastasis rectus abdominis (which is basically when your abs stay separated postpartum). I could feel a space between my abs for a while postpartum, so I waited until it was no longer there before doing any crunches.

    Tip #1. Go easy. Don’t rush into an exercise program after having a new baby. Your body needs time to adjust and figure out how to function without having to grow a baby anymore. Besides, you will be so busy with your new little one that exercise isn’t a top priority…not in those first few months at least. Give yourself rest, and try to eat well. Light exercise is fine, but don’t jump into anything too intense at this point.

    4 + Months Postpartum

    Now that I was settled into motherhood and had a bit more flexibility with my days, I was going to the gym more and able to cook most of my meals again. I was doing a Jamie Eason program called “From Flat to All That”  for about a month, which was awesome and got me to the gym on a more regular basis, but that only lasted a short while (told you I’m a squirrel). I sometimes go back and do her workouts, but I haven’t been consistent with them since having a baby to care for.

    At this point, I have been going to the gym or exercising at home around 3 days a week, sometimes 4. There are weeks I don’t go at all, but I do feel a bit sluggish if I skip an entire week.

    Tip #2. You don’t need to follow a program to get results. However, programs will fast-track your results since you have something to work towards and follow. Even if you don’t complete a program, try one out for a while and get yourself back into regular exercising during the week. Try to be consistent and build up your strength again, but don’t feel bad if you miss a workout. Baby’s get sick, Mommy’s get sick, and life throws curve balls. Just go with it and don’t throw the towel in. Pick up where you left off once you are able to.

    9 Months + Postpartum


    Still not following any special program at this point. I am comfortable at the gym lifting weights again and go 3-4 days/week. Occasionally I will run on the treadmill at home, but it is not something I do on a regular basis.

    A Typical Workout

    Warm-up for 5 minutes on treadmill or elliptical. *If I feel like doing more cardio, I will stay on for 20 minutes.

    3 sets of 10-15 repetitions of each: squats, machine chest press, tricep-dips, shoulder press, dumbell bicep curls, lat pull-down machine & calf raises. (Sometimes I will add in abs in-between or at the end).

    Tip #3. Weight lifting is what helped me to tighten up and bounce back quickly. Before I got pregnant I did mostly weight lifting over cardio – always! If you don’t know what the heck to do for weight lifting, please follow a program or go to the gym with a friend who can help you. I highly suggest trying a Jamie Eason programs (it’s free!). You will not get a “toned” look by running on the treadmill. You MUST lift weights. However, listen to your body and start off with very light weights, or even body weight exercises. Ease your way into it and then increase your weights as you go. I am so glad that I had a good muscle base before I got pregnant. I believe it is one of the reasons I was able to bounce back quickly. However, even if you didn’t do much weight lifting before having a baby, it’s never too late to start. It will be the best way to lose any extra weight you are holding onto.

    A day in the life of Melanie

    *I am not suggesting you follow this to lose weight. I am also not recommending the ingestion or use essential oils for weight loss. This is meant for a reference of my daily routine. Please do your own research before using essential oils.

    Breakfast – 2 eggs, 2 slices of rye toast with butter, 1/4 avocado + berries.

    Coffee with 2 milks 1 sugar. Yum! I like to read a bit of my Bible if Norah is napping and enjoy my coffee.

    Fill up a bottle of water with 1-2 drops of essential oil. I add one drop of peppermint oil in my water during my workouts or if I want to feel refreshed and energized. During the day I like to drink citrus fresh, tangerine, lemon, grapefruit and orange essential oils in my water. *I will only ingest pure, organic therapeutic grade essential oils. See bottom of post for more info.

    I apply peppermint essential oil to my body before exercising, and recently have been rubbing my thighs and belly with grapefruit or citrus oils. I also use a DIY coffee scrub with citrus oils in the shower occasionally. My skin and body loves the oils! They have enhanced my life dramatically!

    I get to the gym before noon and do a workout similar to what’s posted above. I sometimes stay home and run on my treadmill if I can’t get to the gym.

    Snack – usually a banana or something quick. I love snacking on “Aussie Bites” from Costco lately too.

    Lunch – whole grain sandwich or wrap with chicken lunch meat. Usually something easy. I like adding a bit of Caesar dressing to my wraps (told you I’m not counting calories). I also like adding hot sauce, a slice of cheese, lettuce and whatever else I can fit in. Sometimes I will just make a big salad and throw everything in it. If I eat a salad for lunch, I will probably have more snacks during the day. I love snacks. I love food. Who am I kidding.

    Snack 2 – large handful of healthy crackers with guacamole/hummus. I usually have another coffee here too. I will drink more water and fill up the bottle I used before.

    Dinner – I love making salmon or white fish or chicken breast + rice with tamari soy sauce (we love  organic white basmati) and a steamed vegetable with a bit of butter. I like to swap out rice for sweet potatoes, quinoa or couscous too! If I have time, I will make brown rice instead of white rice.

    Later snack – vanilla or plain greek yogurt with berries and sliced almonds (my favourite snack!). Sometimes Thomas and I eat popcorn while watching a movie or tv show. I also love snacking on grapes!! I usually only have one snack at night, plus a big cup of herbal tea.

    I always go to bed with a full belly. There is a lot of controversy over eating late at night. I have always had a bedtime snack and do not stop eating past a certain time because it will cause me to gain weight. Even when I was at my smallest weight, I had a late night snack. When you are weight lifting, you need to fuel your body. You get hungry more often as well. If you are not exercising regularly, a late night snack would not be a great idea. For me, I love my late snacks and it has never affected me negatively! I actually think it helps my metabolism and sustains my muscle mass. I certainly don’t eat chips every night, but greek yogurt, cottage cheese, or occasionally eating popcorn is something that I enjoy and will continue to do!

    So there you have it. A typical day in my life. I also clean, do laundry and hold a crying baby for a lot of my day. But I don’t think you all want to hear about those details. hehe!!

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  6. My birth story

    February 4, 2016 by Melanie Faris

    I don’t think I ever wrote my birth story down. Yikes. What Mommy blogger hasn’t blogged about the most astounding, life giving, wonderful day of their life?! Me. Oops. So here I am, sitting down to tell you my birth story – 10 months later.

    I have been so caught up in the wonderful life of Motherhood, that many things I once found time to do (blogging), I no longer have the same time for. Don’t get me wrong, I LOVE blogging and creating new recipes to share..etc., Life just got busy.

    So here I am, 10 months after my beautiful baby Norah was born, sitting down to share the fragments of my memory of April 4th, 2015, and the days leading up to her birth…let’s see how much I can remember.



    Thursday, two days before baby Norah was born, I woke up and sat down to eat breakfast with Thomas. I can remember feeling mild cramping, similar to period cramps, and saying to Thomas, “Today is the day.” Or so I hoped…I probably said that to him every day for those last 2 weeks – hehe. But this time I meant it! It was 6 days before my projected due date, but I was convinced this baby was coming sooner.

    I had a TON of Braxton hicks contractions in the 3rd trimester. I seriously could hardly walk. Every time I had a “fake” contraction, I had a sudden urge to pee like never before. It was not fun. I tried to do all those things people suggest…like walking. Nope. Wasn’t happening. I attempted to walk around my neighborhood one day, and ventured a new route (bad idea). Turns out there was a giant hill, and one that I decided would be “good for me” to climb. Nope. Not fun. I won’t be doing that again. Especially not pregnant.

    Back to Thursday, April 2nd. The cramps I kept feeling were becoming more consistent. Very mild, and not painful. They felt different from the Braxton hicks contractions. Thomas went to the office, and I told him he better keep his phone close by, just in case.

    I spent the morning doing things around the house. I can’t remember what I did exactly, but I’m pretty sure I cleaned like a mad woman, and started cooking soup. I was not “resting” as suggested by the midwives. I even made Thomas lunch and decided to deliver it to him at the office. If that doesn’t get me brownie points, I don’t know what does…

    As we sat together and ate our lunch, the mild contractions started to feel a little bit stronger. Still not painful, but enough for me to eat and then drive straight home. Thomas cancelled his appointments for the day – Baby was most likely on the way. I was praying this wasn’t false labour. I wanted this baby to come now!

    The day is a bit of a blur. I don’t remember being in much pain while there was daylight. I DO remember the pain throughout the night. The contractions weren’t strong enough for me to go to the hospital, but they were so uncomfortable and painful that I couldn’t get a wink of sleep. I did squats and danced all night in the living room (sounds fun, but I was dying). Thomas was able to get his beauty sleep while I was waltzing around and trying to rest in-between contractions on the couch. Around 7am, I went stomping in the bedroom saying, “OKAY GET UP. I NEED YOU.” He would have been useless to me during the night, and I certainly didn’t expect him to learn the waltz at 3am. I wasn’t mad at him for sleeping. I’m sure I was the one to summon him to bed. But it was morning now, and I was in PAIN. Time for a pre-birth breakfast and a back massage.

    One of my midwives came to check how far along I was around on Friday morning, around 10am. Unfortunately I wasn’t in “active labour” yet, much to my surprise. Trying to deal with a lot of pain on zero sleep was exhausting. How much worse does this get?! I was advised to take some gravol and get as much rest as possible. I took gravol and tried to rest my eyes in between contractions. It didn’t go so well. I was tossing and turning in bed and could not sleep at all. If I did fall asleep, it would only be for minutes at a time until the next contraction hit. The bath is where I spent a lot of my time. It seemed to help a bit.

    Friday evening around dinner time things were really getting painful. Thomas was getting hungry, and I knew he needed to eat something before we left for the hospital. I told him to order a pizza so he didn’t have to leave my side to cook something. Much to our surprise, one of the local pizza companies, cough, Pizza Hut, was not so friendly and told us we were out of their delivery zone. Thomas politely “begged” for them to make an exception, being that we live very close by. After much debate, he asked to speak with a manager. Keep in mind, they probably thought there was a murder happening if they could hear me yelling in the background…hehe. After explaining to the manager that his wife is in labour and he really needs the pizza, the guy on the phone says, “If your wife is in labour, why are you ordering a pizza? Take her to the hospital.” We couldn’t believe he said that. Pizza Hut has since lost our business. Too bad…we really did love Pizza Hut. However, we were thankful Dominos came to our rescue! We laugh about this now, but in the moment, we were not happy.

    Active Labour


    It was after dinner that my midwife came and finally announced I was officially in active labour, and that she wasn’t leaving my side until we had a baby. Yay! I laboured at home until around 10pm, and then we headed off to the hospital for the rest of my labour.

    Here are the random things I remember since the night is a blur in my mind from this point on:

    When we arrived at the hospital, the lady at the front door insisted I use the hand sanitizer before I enter. Seriously lady, ain’t nobody got time for that! hehe. I reached out my hand and put some sanitizer on. Onward we went to the birthing unit…

    Thomas wheeled me into the birthing unit (which was very empty). There was a doctor standing by the front desk, who said loudly to my midwife that he is around if we need him. He was very obvious about the fact that he was talking about an epidural, which I already decided I did not want to take. This was a personal choice, and one that I was trying very hard to stick with. I don’t think it would have been a big deal if the doctor mentioned it to my midwife privately. But to say that in front of me was like waving candy in front of a kids face. What I needed was for someone to encourage me to keep going. The doctor telling me an epidural was close by was very tempting to say the least!! Thomas was amazing and encouraged me to keep going! Just what I needed to hear.

    Once we arrived at the hospital, I was very slowly dilating, and at this point the Midwife decided it was best to break my water. This helped my labour progress quicker. I can remember saying, “I’m so scared. This is going to make it hurt even more!” I was right. But that was inevitable.

    I remembered to pack some labour snacks and electrolyte drinks. Unfortunately, I wasn’t able to stomach any of it and was puking blue Gatorade all night. Sorry, but that’s the truth. Thomas was quick to give me water, even if I didn’t want it. It was a lifesaver having a cup with a STRAW. I will definitely remember that for my next birth.

    I spent a lot of the night in the shower at the hospital, sitting on a labour ball. I think it helped, but at that point, no position felt comfortable, and I was ready to give up. This was during the transition stage – the most painful stage of labour. I vividly remember saying to Thomas, “I can’t do this. I think I need the epidural.” I am so thankful for my amazing Husband, who knows me so well and told me what I needed to hear. He was firm and strong when he said to me, “Melanie, you do not need the epidural. You are the same person now that you were before, and I know that you do not want this. Jesus Christ will give you the strength to get you through this. You can do it.” I needed those wise words of encouragement and a bit of tough love when I was feeling so weak and helpless. It was what kept me going.

    The midwife decided I needed to get an IV to give my body more fluid since I was not able to hold anything down and was very dehydrated. I also had not slept for 2 nights and was very low in energy. I was so thankful she did this, otherwise I would’ve gave up. We are getting into the early hours of Saturday morning by this point. She also suggested I try the gas mask, which would help take the edge off of the contractions. The IV and gas was amazing for me. I felt more energized and no longer wanted the epidural.

    I remember standing beside the bed, and all of a sudden my body started to push. It was totally doing it on its own. Isn’t that amazing?! Our body does all the work for us, we just have to suffer through the pain and breathe through it. It’s such an amazing natural process. I was created to give birth! And so was the lady down the hall..the not so amazing part was we decided to give birth at the same time. This lady was screaming down the hall pushing her baby out too, and my midwife had to run out to help her. I vividly remember hearing my midwife on the phone outside of our room calling the other midwife saying, “I need you here, like NOW.” It was scary. I was alone with Thomas, and I could feel my body pushing. Moments later we heard a baby cry from the other room. That sound put a smile on our faces. It was a bitter-sweet moment. My turn was next.

    The midwife was in our room shortly after the other birth, and the back-up midwife arrived too. I was getting very close to having this baby, and they checked my cervix to make sure I was ready to push. I was laying down now, and the midwife had to physically push my cervix over the baby’s head so I could push her out. I started pushing at 4am.

    I can remember through the pushing phase, Norah was kicking me in my belly. We could all see her feet pushing against my belly while at the same time, her little head was coming out. This baby was determined to get out. Everyone was in shock. The midwife was yelling at me, “STOP PUSHING!” But I wasn’t pushing. It was Norah kicking her way out!! She wanted out NOW. She literally “birthed” herself. But I still take most of the credit ;).

    Words can not express the feelings I had when Norah was born an hour later at 5:01 am. Complete joy. I was still in a lot of pain after she came out, but it was much easier to deal with having my baby in my arms. Her head was a little odd-shaped initially, but she was beautiful all the same. I was amazed and so in love with this little person. She was a piece of me and Thomas put together in one little person. Words can’t describe what that moment was like for us…

    I took a shower before leaving the birthing room, and was instructed to pee before we could leave and go to our new room. I was terrified by the thought…but there were worse things to come than a pee. For those of you who have experienced labour and birth, you know what I mean…I was happy to take the ducosate pills as instructed by the nurse. hehehehe

    I could hardly walk after this whole experience, so Thomas helped to push me down the hall in a wheelchair, while I cuddled our new baby and gazed at her in awe. How wonderful she was, and how beautiful. LOVE in its purest form. Welcome to the world Norah Joy Faris.






  7. a letter to my daughter

    April 29, 2015 by Melanie Faris


    Dear Norah Joy,

    I remember the day we found out we were having you. We cried with tears of joy, and now you are here. I remember the look on your Dad’s face when he saw those two lines. I remember the gasp in his breath and our screams of joy in the air. You were loved, even when you were just forming and beginning as a new life. Even in those first few weeks. We loved you. Even then.

    I remember the first couple of months as my body made a home for you. I stayed in bed all day and could hardly eat a thing. But I did, because I knew you were there and needed me. I didn’t know it then, but I needed you too. Even before I could see you or feel you inside of me. Even then.

    I remember wondering what you would look like, or if you were a boy or a girl. When your little toes and fingers were webbed together and your eyelids tightly sealed, you were still my beautiful girl. The same beautiful girl you are today. Even though I didn’t know what you were or the person you would become, you were you. The same you, just as real and beautiful as today. Even then. 

    I remember feeling my belly begin to pitter-pat. You were only 17 weeks, and already starting to kick your feet and tickle me with your fingers. I hold you in my arms today and remember the days when your movements were so small inside of me. Those small feet and fingers were practicing for the days ahead when they would do mighty things. Even as small as you were then, you were mighty in strength. Even then.

    I remember waddling around with my big belly. Even though you were so small, I felt so big. Your little body was growing and preparing for the day when we both would meet face to face. And your little heart that was beating within me, it was beating for a reason. It was beating a sound of life. It seems more real now that I can watch your chest rise and fall with each breath you take. But even before I could see you inside of my big belly, your heart was still beating life and your chest would still rise and fall. Even then.

    I remember the day when you began your journey out of my womb. You were ready to breathe on your own. You were excited to meet us, but didn’t want to come too soon. We were excited too. The pain lasted for days, but I  knew that every pain was one step closer to holding you in my arms. We didn’t know what to expect, but we knew your life would change our lives forever. But even before you were born, you had changed our lives already. Even then.

    When you entered the world and we saw your precious face, Mommy and Daddy cried. We cried just like on the day we found out you were inside of me. We didn’t cry because you were here, for you had been here all along. We cried because you were more beautiful than we ever could have imagined. We cried because we finally got to open the package of our precious gift. We cried because we could finally see your eyes, oh those precious eyes. We cried because we loved you, and will love you for the rest of our lives.

     Psalm 139: 13-16 (NIV)

    13 For you created my inmost being;
        you knit me together in my motherโ€™s womb.
    14 I praise you because I am fearfully and wonderfully made;
        your works are wonderful,
        I know that full well.
    15 My frame was not hidden from you
        when I was made in the secret place,
        when I was woven together in the depths of the earth.
    16 Your eyes saw my unformed body;
        all the days ordained for me were written in your book
        before one of them came to be.




  8. My Pregnancy Journal (Weeks 8-28)

    January 24, 2015 by Melanie Faris

    The day I found out I was pregnant, I never realized how much my life would change. I knew it would change in the future when baby arrives (obviously), but I didn’t expect so much to change right now while pregnant. I sit here typing this feeling my little baby squirming in my belly. The soft kicks (okay, not so soft anymore), the gentle jabs and the occasional hiccups bring me more joy than I could ever imagine. It’s amazing. My love for life, my husband and this new little being is beyond measurable.

    Pregnancy has been a learning experience. One filled with unique challenges and new discoveries. I’ve learned that every Mother has their own experience and wealth of knowledge to share about being pregnant. I’ve also learned not to take too “literally” everything I read or what everyone says to me. I’ve created my own path and discovered what works for me. I broke a lot of the “pregnancy rules” out there, but me and baby are still kickin’ (literally). SO, with that being said – this isn’t a “how to” or “guide” to pregnancy. This post is simply a peek into what I have found on my own journey.

    I thought it would be fun to share some of my pregnancy journal entries with you. This may be especially helpful for all you pregnant ladies (or soon to be), or fun for you to read even if you have “been there”, and “done that”. Here’s my journey so far…


    My Pregnancy Journal


    8 Weeks Pregnant

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    I have felt like a sloth for the past week. Been feeling nauseous since week 6 and the only thing I want is Chicken Noodle Soup. Must be Campbell’s or Dads homemade. Dad made me his homemade soup, but I ate it all in one day so it’s back to the can. Sent Thomas to the grocery store to get me a bunch of cans and saltine crackers. I sleep with the crackers beside me so I can eat them first thing in the morning to help with nausea. I haven’t puked – just feel sick. Going to try and get to the gym and move around a bit. The couch has been my new best friend.

    9 Weeks Pregnant

    Cravings: Mucho Burrito – I had Thomas drive 30 minutes to get me one for dinner. I could eat them every single day. No guacamole though. I’m not feelin it lately (weird since I usually love it).

    Feeling really great the last few days. I am back cooking again! Yay! I am so glad to be back in the kitchen. Mom came over and we ate some leek and potato soup that I made. She rubbed my hair and tickled my arms – doing what Moms do best. I can’t wait to have my own little baby to tickle and love.

    Side note: hopefully this 1st trimester gas goes away soon. Poor Thomas…

    10 Weeks Pregnant

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    Cravings: Turkey Deli Meat Sandwiches. Subway. Pickles. Apparently deli meat is “lethal” during pregnancy, but I’m breaking the rules. It’s all I want or feel like eating, so I’m going with it…

    Feeling better as time passes. Not feeling so great around dinner time. If I take a nap, I usually feel nauseous when I wake up, but I need to nap. Must get my sleep or I feel worse. Zero motivation to exercise. Can only stomach specific foods that I am craving. Drinking more juice these days, water just isn’t very appealing. Still gassy (oh dear), but at least I’m not constipated like many women during pregnancy! Looking forward to the days when I can eat more food. I don’t have any sign of a “pregnant belly”, just looking fat with giant boobs. This feeling isn’t so uncomfortable.

    11 Weeks Pregnant

    Met with my midwife this week. All is well! I get to do an early ultrasound to confirm how far along I am. I am very excited to see our baby! 

    I have my ups and downs. Still getting some nausea and still wanting subway sandwiches. I feel guilty walking into Subway, praying I don’t see anyone I know. But it’s all I want!! Don’t judge me. I had it for 3 days in a row (feel like I’m back in high school again). Also craving cucumber and avocado sushi rolls/hand rolls. I could eat them every day (this week at least). The sushi guy knows what I want when I go in. He must think I’m nuts. 

    Feeling very lazy. No motivation to exercise or do much of anything. I basically want to lie around and watch tv.

    Oh – my belly is growing. Mostly bloating at night, but I love staring at it now. I am excited to walk around with a pregnant belly! Getting there…

    13 Weeks Pregnant


     Went for my ultrasound last week. Not the experience I was expecting. Wasn’t like in the movies where the couple goes in together holding hands and watch their baby together on the screen. Didn’t get to see the baby hardly at all, Thomas couldn’t be in the room until the end, and I couldn’t take the pictures home. =( Boohoo. I think my date is a bit off too, so it’s good that I went in. As long as baby is healthy that’s all that matters!

    Starting to get a small baby bump. Not noticeable to others, but I can see it! I finally made my official pregnancy announcement online. So nice to have so much support! I wanted to use my ultrasound picture, but I didn’t have the option, and I was too excited to wait.

    16 Weeks Pregnant

    Cravings: Still want Subway, BREAD, bagels (with cream cheese) & sandwiches.

    Thomas notices I have a belly now! Not really noticeable to others, but I’m getting excited that at least he can see it. My belly isn’t the only thing growing. My legs and butt are growing too. Now up to a size 6 jeans (usually around 3-4). They are snug. Buying my pants from Plato’s Closet (a 2nd hand store) so I don’t empty our bank account on new clothes. However, Zulily is an online store that I have become obsessed with. Their maternity clothes are too awesome to turn down. I need to prepare for my future belly right? ๐Ÿ˜‰

    Bra Size: 34 D. Getting tight. All my old bras are going into storage. Nothing fits!

    Hoping that I only gain baby weight and not fat. Is that even possible with the food I want to eat all the time? hmph. This isn’t so easy. I thought I would be the girl at the gym who eats all organic healthy food during my pregnancies. Forget it, pass me the bread and butter, I don’t want lettuce.

    *Haven’t felt any movements from the baby yet.

    18 Weeks Pregnant

    Finally felt the baby kick at 17 weeks! So cute. Feels like little bubbles in my belly, or tap tap. Right in my lower belly. Thomas felt it too (not strongly though, or maybe he’s just being nice).

    Feeling self conscious about my size. Arms are getting fat and getting stretch marks at the back on my legs. I have been slathering on stretch mark creams and oils (Mama Mio Tummy Rub Stretch Mark Butter & Oil). I have heard amazing reviews on these products. Unfortunately genetics have gotten the best of me. Hoping to avoid any on my belly or the top of my boobs. I really don’t want any! Wahhh.

    Bra size: 34 DD. Going up…these things need to stop growing.

    Praying I don’t grow out of my maternity clothes – we head off to New Zealand in 2 weeks. Nausea is gone so I’m so glad we are doing this trip before baby arrives. I will finally be getting some exercise hiking and walking daily.

    20-24 Weeks Pregnant

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    I am feeling great now! No gas! Yay! Best part of the pregnancy so far. Starting to get a bit of back pain (upper and lower back). I’m not tired anymore and have lots of energy. Zero nausea!

    I finally had someone notice that I am pregnant. My smile was from ear to ear when she asked how far along I am. I look pregnant!! Yay!

    Getting kicked lots now by the baby. I can feel the baby inside me pushing up against my belly with his or her back. So cool.

    No cravings really, besides having eggs for breakfast. I want them daily. I feel normal now. I have a regular appetite. I gave up coffee for the 1st trimester (didn’t even feel like it then), but I’m having 1/day now. How could I possibly say no to NZ and AU coffee?! Impossible. It’s incredible.

    My feet and ankles swelled up after the plane ride. Never experienced that before. I almost cried when I looked at them. My shoes hardly fit after the plane. It was a good excuse to ask Thomas for a foot massage. ๐Ÿ˜‰

    I am peeing all the time, except during the night. I didn’t find that I had to pee a lot during the 1st trimester (like everyone says online and in the books), but more so in the 2nd trimester. Thankfully I’m not up during the night to pee. I think Thomas is pregnant too, he always has to get up to pee. It is true what they say – you are pregnant together lol.

    I broke a pregnancy rule: I had eggs benedict in Australia. I couldn’t help myself. It looked to die for, so I took the chance. I didn’t die, and neither did baby. All is good ๐Ÿ™‚

    Weight: Approx 150 lbs (+20 lbs from pre pregnancy weight)…feeling like I’ve gained a lot already, but I’m not worrying about it.

      23 weeks

    25 Weeks Pregnant

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     I am really looking pregnant now (and loving it). Still have lots of energy! The baby is kicking so hard that I actually wakes me up (usually at 5:30am). I have a very active one inside of me. The baby kicks a lot higher now (in my rib area).

    Experiencing some heartburn (after eating pizza). Maybe that’s my body telling me not to eat it, lol. But it’s soooo good.

    Craving: Chocolate. It’s Christmas time, so stocking stuffers are being demolished.

    I can’t eat much in one sitting. I have to space my meals and eat more frequently now.

    Noticed some stretch marks on my sides near my hips. Ughh. They are small so I’m hoping they stay that way.

    20 week ultrasound results came it – baby has a small cyst on his or her brain. Nothing to worry about and quite normal apparently. At first I was terrified and wanted to cry. I listened to the midwife explain the details, and basically she said it will be gone by the time the baby is born. I feel a peace about it and know that God is taking care of us. I’m not worried.

    -Placenta is posterior. Initially I was told that it was at the front, but it’s actually at the back. This explains why I can feel the baby so strongly all of the time! I’m so glad because I love the feeling, even if it gets uncomfortable sometimes.

    -Sleep is uncomfortable on my back now. Before I was sleeping on my back all of the time (I felt fine so I went with it), but now it’s not so comfortable. Time to sleep on my side.

    -Getting bad upper back pain.

    26 Weeks Pregnant

    25-26 weeks

    Decided the shovel the driveway after a big snow storm. I was convinced I could do it – even though Thomas tried to talk me out of it. I did the entire driveway and felt great. Bent over to take off my boot and pulled my back right out. Chiropractor fixed me up and I feel fine now. He encouraged me to continue shoveling, but I think I will take my Husbands advice…for now ;).

    My appetite is increasing finally. Feeling hungry mostly at night. Haven’t had an increase in my appetite thus far.

    Baths are my new favourite thing. I love baths. I know I’m not “supposed to”, but I’m breaking another rule, and loving it.

    Thomas tickles the baby now and gets kicked back. It’s so cute. I love how Thomas is with the baby and I. Having his hand on my belly is the best feeling in the world. We have a new connection and love for each other, it’s beautiful.

    27 Weeks Pregnant

    Cravings: Nothing crazy – love avocados, eggs & night-time snack of honey greek yogurt with berries. Yum!

    Finally back in a gym routine. Going around 3x’s per week. Usually hop on a cardio machine for a good 30 minutes to start (nothing intense – mostly walking on an incline or on the elliptical machine). I also try to get in some full body resistance training. Squats – not easy and can hardly do my body weight. The baby likes to sit low and it’s very uncomfortable to even bend down. Mostly just listening to my body and doing what feels right. I actually like exercising while pregnant! You don’t have to work very hard to get a good workout in :).

    I notice that the baby likes to wake up when I wake up. I don’t usually wake up from the baby kicking (although it has happened), but when I wake up, within a few minutes I feel movements from the baby too.

    28 Weeks Pregnant

    28 weeks

    Craving: Avocado on toast with salt and pepper. Egg salad sandwich.

    Experienced my first leg cramp (charley horse) in the middle of the night. Woke up screaming in pain. It went away after I flexed my foot. Thank goodness I wasn’t in early labour – Thomas would have slept right through it. He was talking away in his sleep, laughing and having a grand ‘ol time while I was dying (ok, I wasn’t dying, but I thought my leg was ripping in half!).

    I get full pretty soon after I start eating. I am hungry often, but can’t eat the way I used to. Still hungry at night and always have my bedtime yogurt.

    On a great exercise routine – going around 4-5 days a week. I feel great while I’m there (besides my lovely over-sized t-shirts and tight pants I have to wear now). I definitely feel better going to the gym on a regular basis – it’s so easy to sit on the couch when you’re pregnant, but it’s important to keep moving!

    Pretty happy with my weight gain so far. At 152 lbs now (+22lbs since pre pregnancy weight). I would like to gain around 30 lbs total, but I’m not stressing over it. I feel good and baby is healthy. What more could I ask for?

    Stretch marks are fading now. I don’t know if it’s the cream or if my skin isn’t stretching much anymore. Here’s hoping!

    Baby moves a lot as usual. I can actually feel the limbs now. Such a strange feeling, but it is so much fun to feel a little foot or elbow. Baby seems to love squirming around my belly button (which still hasn’t popped out yet). Hope I get a cute outie soon!

    Felt the hiccups 2x’s. My baby doesn’t get them often. Not a strong feeling, but repetitive so I know what it is.

    Ps. the gas is back…


    That’s it for now! Check back for more pregnancy journal entries to come…

  9. I’m Back!

    January 3, 2015 by Melanie Faris

    Hey Everyone!

    I can’t believe my last post was in October. Ahh! It’s been a while hasn’t it?! Well, good news – I’m back in action. I don’t want to write an entire post on the past couple months, but I will give you a snapshot into our latest adventures and what we have been up to:

    Visited LA on our way to NZ for a “Babymoon” vacation:


    Saw the beauty at the other side of the world in New Zealand:

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    Experienced the city life in Australia for our final week away:

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    And if you haven’t noticed, our little munchkin is busy growing in my belly (I am 26 weeks now):

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    Boy or girl, we won’t know until April, but we are so so excited. Now it’s time to prepare for baby to arrive!

    I haven’t done much cooking since November so I don’t really have any new recipes up my sleeve to share…yet. This coming week I am going to get back to the kitchen and share a brand new recipe with you. Stay tuned all you food lovers, it’s coming!

    xo Mel.

  10. The Story of Finding Out I’m Pregnant

    September 30, 2014 by Melanie Faris

    It was a typical day. Nothing out of the ordinary. I never thought I was pregnant, or at least I didn’t believe the passing thought when it came to mind…

    Note to self: Sore nipples should not last more than a week. This is a good sign you may be pregnant!

    The week before I took a pregnancy test I was at my Cousins cottage. We spent most of our time sitting on the dock, sipping on an occasional drink and munching on chips and guacamole. Yum! I guess you can say I was craving chips and popcorn before I even had a clue that I was pregnant. It was kind of funny because we joked together of the thought of either of us being pregnant. We talked about how fun it would be and when we planned on having kids. Thomas and I are going away this November for a trip, so we kind of “planned” to start having kids next year. Our last holiday before have kids has officially turned into a Babymoon, and we are totally okay with that! =)

    I knew that my period was late, but when is it ever on time? Never. No big deal. I came home from the cottage and started thinking about the wedding we had on the following day. Open bar wedding. For some reason, the thought of possibly being pregnant wouldn’t leave my mind. I would hate to drink at the wedding and soon after realize I was pregnant. I would feel awful. So to give me some peace of mind, I hopped in my car and drove to Shoppers to buy a test.

    Side note: how awkward is it when you have to stand in line with a pregnancy test in your hand?! It’s even worse when you are paying and the lady doesn’t throw it in a bag. She leaves it on the counter so the whole line can see what you are buying. I was on a mission to bolt for the door before anyone I knew showed up. Gotta love living in a small town. You can’t go anywhere without running into someone you know!

    I went straight for the bathroom and read the entire pamphlet. I’m sure peeing on a stick isn’t very complicated, but I wasn’t about to mess this up. I then proceeded to, you know…pee.

    I looked at the test and saw one big line. I knew it. Not pregnant. Then, slowly, faintly, and barely visibly was a second line right next to it. Huh? Is that?…Is it?…I scrummaged through the garbage and pulled out the pamphlet. Frantically trying to find what the results mean and if the second line “counts.” There it said, “even a faint line means you’re pregnant.”


    Suddenly excitement started to fill my entire body. It was so unexpected and not the result I expected to see. I was planning on how to surprise Thomas with the news and what I should say or do. Thoughts started filling my mind, how is this possible?! There was no “oops'”?! I don’t have any symptoms….Am I seriously pregnant?

    I then opened the second pregnancy test (yes there was two), and I peed again. This time it was a digital test. In big letter pops up the word,



    Well what the heck?! I was confused. After doing some research, I learned that it is not possible to get a false positive test. It IS however possible to get a false negative. This meant I was pregnant if that little faint line I saw on the first test really was a line after all.

    I called Thomas. Forget the surprise, he is picking me up another test on his way home.

    Thomas was in shock when I told him what happened. Neither of us believed it. So off to Shoppers he went, and stood in that line, awkward as can be. Thomas wasn’t as lucky – He just so happened to know the person behind him, and that person just so happened to want to have a conversation. You can’t hide the one thing you are buying! Gotta love small towns ;).

    I took the test when he came home, and to our surprise, it said:



    We jumped into each others arms and I started to cry. This was the most overwhelming, exciting thing that has ever happened to us. We were both amazed and thrilled. We are going to have a baby!! Yay!

    I felt great for the first week after finding out. I was around 5 or 6 weeks pregnant at that point. It wasn’t until around week 7 that the couch became my new best friend. Along with Campbells Chicken Noodle Soup.

    And so our next chapter together begins…