One month and one week. We are one month and one week away from Dday. 
You could come before or you could come after. 
As much as I’m going to miss the sweet kicks inside my tummy…I am so ready to meet you. We all are. We of course are patiently waiting for January to get here. Because we don’t want you to come too early! Keep on baking baby girl.
I feel I have so much left to do before you get here. Lists on lists of things to do before you’re here and some things left to buy. 
I think about packing our hospital bags daily. I haven’t yet though. I am almost nervous to. It will make it even more real. 
I am nervous. I am nervous to have two children to care for now. I am nervous to have two children to pack for on vacations. I am nervous to give birth. I am nervous to spend time inside of a hospital. I am nervous that we won’t have enough diapers, wipes, and other things. 

So many nerves. But for every nerve there is a million more feelings of excitement. I know all these nerves will fade right when we see your precious face. 
That precious face. Those perfect eyes. That perfect nose. Your cute little lips. I can’t wait. I can’t wait to see who you look like and see your own cute little traits. 
My pregnancy has been extremely easy. It has been great so far. 9 months is a long time. It can become exhausting. It IS exhausting. Growing a tiny human is tiring. Your body is constantly working 24/7. It never stops, ever. And then once the baby is born is still works to produce food for your precious baby. Our bodies are seriously amazing. Women are amazing. And I’m so proud and thankful to be pregnant and to be experiencing it all. 
I think sometimes we take it for granted. I find myself complaining at times I want my body back. I want the weight off. I want to run again. I want to workout harder. I want to feel myself again. I complain about little sleep. I complain about my clothes not fitting. I complain about the things I can and can’t eat. 

But then…I stop and think that all of those things are so silly. 9 months may seem like a long time…but compared to a lifetime it is a blink of an eye. It’s a precious time. And though at times I sit and complain and feel those rush of hormones hit me…it’s simply amazing to be pregnant. It’s something no one should take for granted. It’s one of life’s most amazing blessings. It’s something not everyone gets to experience. And that breaks my heart. 
It’s like I say with my running…when running gets frustrating I think about those who want to but aren’t able. Same with pregnancy. When it gets hard and frustrating I think of those who want it but can’t. And I appreciate it and become more grateful than I was before.
I know this post is somewhat random. But I just decided to get some words out today. And of course I wanted to add some of the wonderful maternity pictures we had taken this past weekend. Photo credit goes to
She is so very talented and so fun to shoot with! Not to mention her photos are beautiful. 

Thanks for reading,


I have MOVED!

I have MOVED!

Hello dear readers!

I have some pretty grand and exciting news! I have moved to a new domain! I have a host now and I am moving on up! (ha ha).

My new website is (Link at bottom of page)

Please go over to it and follow my new blog and check out my very first post on it!

I am very excited to announce this news. I am so sad however to announce that I wasn’t able to export all of my information and what not. So, I will have to start over new. Check it out!

I can’t wait to see what the future holds!

Thanks for reading,


Leg leg leggings!!!

Leg leg leggings!!!

Alright. There are have been a million articles and people dissing leggings as pants. 

Here is a point of view from a extremely athletic women… Aka me! 

Like my thighs make up 98% of my body weight. 

Jeans? Yeah, unless they are extreme stretch…they aren’t going over these thunder thighs. And if they do, they will probably rip. I’m just saying. 

So, what’s my go to PANTS when I need a savior of all the PANTS?


They are stretchy and I don’t have to worry about thunder and lightening ripping them at their seams. 

Throw some pockets on those things and Jean colored material and you’ve got jeggings. Hands down the best invention on earth. 

In fact, I’m currently sitting here in my adorable oversized pink sweater with lace, brown boots, and *GASP!* my black leggings! And I wore them to work and rocked them.

Not to mention the things they do to my leg muscles is magic I swear. I mean, do they really look that good in real life?! Or is it the leggings? Either way I am rolling with it! They are what I feel most comfortable in. 

So, ladies, if there is a style you rock that a lot of the world thinks is ridiculous…keep rocking that ridiculous style you love and adore so much. 

Rock it. Flaunt it. Own it.

I know I will continue to rock my leggings with my oversized sweaters for many more fall/winters to come. 

And when I get those funny stares at my leggings…I may just swish my hips a little harder for you ladies! So, watch out world! Lexie is rocking the leggings! 

Sorry, I needed a lighter post. 

Thanks for reading,


Opinions opinions opinions. I warned you.

Opinions opinions opinions. I warned you.

Hello all!

It was a busy weekend that is for sure. 

It was filled with coffee, game of thrones, corn maze, building up my garage gym, hot tea, and front porch sitting. 

I’d say that sums up one hell of an awesome weekend.

I’m currently working on a few blog posts but they aren’t where I would like them to be yet. 

I do however have a subject I really want to blog on.

I like to blog about my opinion of things that are happening in the news.

So, let’s talk about how Caitlyn Jenner has become “women of the year” by glamour magazine.

First, this is ridiculous because “Caitlyn” is not a women.

I read an article when things came out about Bruce becoming a women. I’ve wanted to make a post but just wasn’t ready until now. Anyways, the article that I had read made a great point..

Bruce Jenner isn’t a women. 

Now, I am not bashing transgendars. I can’t imagine how that must feel because I’ve never been in that position. Do I believe you can be born a women in a mans body? No, I don’t believe that. I believe if you were born with a penis than you are in fact a man..and if you were born with a Vagina than in fact you are a women.

Does Caitlyn bleed for a week straight once a month? No. Does she have the ability to go into one of the most painful things in life and that is labor? No. 

You know why? Because she isn’t a female.. 

I’ve posted before in one of my other blog posts about my views. So, if you’ve been following along you know I’m not a supporter of certain things. I don’t judge. But! I also have my own opinion. And yes, I will share it. 

I’m not judging Caitlyn by any means. I’m not judging anyone in the transgender community.

I do however think that the title of “women of the year” should be given to, in fact, a women.

I know, I know. The world today is changing. It’s a different place. Things are more accepted, clearly. That does not mean I have to believe in it or agree. I will state my opinions. I will share them. I will not however be rude to anyone who doesn’t share in my opinions as I’ve said a million times and I’ll say it many, many more. I love sharing opinions. 

Here’s another opinion for you all…I personally think it’s offensive to women. Again, MY opinion. Share it with me or not. My blog, not yours. 

I hate stepping on toes. Hate it. But I really wanted to put my opinion on this matter out there. I just…I almost don’t even know what to think. I’m so very mind blown. But, I have to remember this is media. Media receives attention. Putting “her” as women of the year obviously received huge attention. That’s what the world is about right? Or making a change or a difference. I bet glamour blew up. Bravo glamour for making your money. 

Let’s remember…they put stuff on there that will sell, that will stir stuff up. I know, because well, I’m a writer. You want stuff that will stir a little drama. You want something juicy. Trust me, I get it. I do.

So, my opinion? I’m not going to sit back and worry about a magazine trying to make money. I’m glad Caitlyn can finally feel good in her own skin. And I’m sure she has made a few pretty pennies as well.

With all that being said…now that I have gone off on a matter that 95%(or more) of humans have gone off about…I’m ending my rant/random blog post on something I really really couldn’t care less about(ha ha!)

Did I get your blood pressure up a bit? Did I have you disagreeing? Or even agreeing with me? Stir up some things every now and again. It works. 😉

So, congrats to the first male(or female? Penis or vagina?) to win “women of the year” award.

On another completely different note….

My home gym is coming along great!

A little side note to end this perfectly opinionated rant<3 

Back to your regular programming.

Thanks for reading,


Role reversal

Role reversal

In a growing world where roles are becoming less and less clear…

In our grandparents and great grandparents and even some of our parents days…men were men and women were women. In everyday life women had their roles and men had their roles.

It’s just how it was. Men worked and brought home the money to take care of the family. Men were the head of the household and women stayed home and took care of the home, watched the children and cooked.

In today’s world that is a rarity. If you don’t believe in roles and such that’s great too. This post is in no way against you. I’m just throwing that out there. This is my own opinion that I’m am entitled to. 

I had a friend suggest this subject(thank you by the way..because I’ve been dying on the inside all day long).

She also threw out there if women should pick up the tab on the first date..and not only the first date but any dates.

Here’s my thing. I don’t usually personally pick up the tab. In fact personally I never have on “dates”. If a man made me pay for us both on the first date I just wouldn’t really give him a second thought. I guess that’s just how I was raised. Maybe I’m a little old school but I believe that’s the man job.

If you’re into that then by all means that’s great. Personally, I’m not. And it’s not that I don’t want to Pay for anything. If we have been dating a while…I would love to help out. I will offser to stop on the way home from work and pick up food or even stop, buy food, and go home and cook. I work, therefore I can contribute. 

I believe if I’m in a relationship with someone and I am working. I’ll help. I’ll help with bills. I will pay for as much as I can and even help save money. That’s who I am and how I am. I help where I can. 

Now, if I’m helping with money and I’m working full time as well. I expect the person I am dating to help around the house. Help keep it clean and tidy. 

If I’m not working and the person I’m in a relationship is the only one sole job is to cook, clean, and take care of the house. 

So, yes, I do believe in roles. 

In a society where genders are fading…I fully believe in male and female. If you believe that you were born a female in a males body…that’s you…not me. I don’t have to believe or have the same beliefs as everyone in th world. That’s what makes America great. FREEDOM. I have the freedom to believe what I wish. I believe a female is a female and a male is a male. 

Since I believe in roles..Does this make women any less equal to men? No way.

I believe just as much that a man can be a stay at home dad as well. So, the same goes for stay at home men as well. Men, if you stay at home and don’t work…you should contribute more to keeping the house clean and cooking and such. That’s again, my opinion. I do believe roles can be reversed. As I said, I believe in stay at home dads too. 

I do however love when a man pays for dates, opens doors, and holds my hand. 

Maybe I’m old fashion. I love the idea of stay at home mother and working husband. 

I love the idea of a man taking care of the family and the wife taking care of the husband, house, and children. 

I just love the old fashion “roles” of men and women. I just do. At the same time I love how this day and age allows me to be an independent women as well.

I just do. 

I do also like the way women are equal to men in the world these days. 

I would call what I believe in a remix belief of roles. Because I believe in the roles but I love the fact that women are equal to men.

I love the opportunities women have these days. I love how women can be career women and be successful without a man. I love that they can be stay at home moms and respected and loved and supported by their men. I love how we as women have such great opportunities in today’s world in the United States. 

Some places are not so lucky. And I refuse to take that for granted.

So, there you have it folks. My take on male/female roles these days. 

Thanks for reading,




(Pictured above…my peachy green tea from day 13 of 100 days of happy)

Now onto the blog 😉 

This ties into my tragedy post a little.

Being present is something I’m learning currently. 

I have a tendency to dwell on the past and worry about the future. So, becoming present has and is a huge challenge for me. 

When becoming present you have to live in the now. You have to be here. You have to be in the happenings of now. 

This is such a huge challenge. 

I have learned that yoga has been helping me to be present. I focus on nothing but my breathing and the flow of my body and my muscles. Taking deep breaths help me to be present. They help to relax me and bring my mind to the now.

Worrying about tomorrow doesn’t do a dang good thing for you brain or your body. It is unneeded stress.

Worry is one of the strongest of evils. 

Dwelling isn’t doing you any good either. If you’re stuck in the yesterdays of life then how are you going to enjoy and live today for the best it can be. If you dwell on yesterday or the past you might miss something today. You may miss something huge. You may miss the opportunity of your life. 

Focus. Focus on today. Tomorrow will take care of tomorrow, tomorrow. Tomorrow will become your present. Worry about it then, not now. 

Life will las by so very quickly. 

Trust me folks, I need to take my own advice. I need to learn from my own words. This is just something I know I need to do but getting to that point is extremely challenging.

I do enjoy challenges though. 

I will continue to work hard at it. Maybe one of these days I will embrace the present fully and live for today.

I don’t much dwell in the past(I do sometimes). I am more of the worrier of the future. Will I be able to pay my bills next week? Where will I be next year? Will I be here? Will I be somewhere else? Who will be there with me? What is going to happen? Is everything going to be okay?

That’s just a few of the questions I have for life. 

I just need to let go and be present. I will deal with tomorrow, tomorrow. 

So here is to the present, here is to the now. Here is to current. Here is to living today to be the best today it can be. 

Be present. Be current. Be here. Be now. 


You got this.

Thanks for reading,




A common lie amung many these days.

Let’s face it. That selfie you took this morning that you said “I woke up like this!” Anddddd you didn’t wake up like that.

You caked the make up on and threw on some cute clothes.

I so wish more women would be more natural. And no, I am not saying women who wear make up are bad. I’m one of them after all. I just wish more of us could embrace the natural beauty.

In today’s society it Makes it almost impossible to accept ourselves as the way we were born. We have plastic surgery where we literally can change every single body part to be exactly how we want it. We can change boys into girls and girls into boys. We can have larger breasts, smaller breasts, bigger noses, smaller noses, straight noses, eyebrow lifts, bigger lips and dang contacts to change our eye color. We can do even more than that. But, you all know that already. 

I know I have blogged on this topic before and this certainly won’t be the last either. The idea of “beauty” in today’s world is wrong. They have it entirely wrong and completely messed up. 

We were created beautifully. I don’t care if you believe in God or not. You must admit reguardless that we humans and women are beautifully made. We are awesome. Women have curves. We have so much to offer. We are beautiful naturally! 

I myself have cut back on make up and I’m still trying to cut back even more. I want my pores to not be clogged with this make up that is bad for my skin. I want my face to be able to breath and not be hiding behind this mask I paint on every morning. 

I want to be focused more on my natural beauty. The magazines can keep telling me that this make up will make me prettier. Make me look better. Enhance and blah blah blah. 

Just some of the worlds inventions blow my mind. Push up bras. You can’t afford surgery? Don’t worry you can make your boobs look bigger by wearing a really uncomfortable bra that pushes your boobs to your chin.

Again, not dissing them. I have worn them. I’m just sharing my opinion and thoughts on some of the lengths women will go to feel good about themselves. 

Let’s focus on more brain and less of the worlds ideas of beauty. If we put half as much effort into more productive things than hours upon hours to getting ready or getting pretty than imagine what we could do.

It’s not a contest ladies. It isn’t about who is the prettiest. It isn’t about who had the best hair, make up, clothes, or anything of that matter. 

It’s about lifting each other up. It’s about working together. 

I so wish more women would redefine beauty. And not my idea of beauty. But their own. I know we all can’t really think that this worlds idea of “beauty” is wonderful. It’s stressful. That’s it. It’s stressful. 

Beauty has become stressful. 

I’m beautiful because I’m made beautiful. I wake up beautiful. I don’t have to cover my beauty to make the world think I’m pretty.

Females are seriously amazing and seriously beautiful. And no men, don’t get your panties in a wad. You’re amazing too. 

Women are just beautiful. And I absolutely hate the beauty standards of the world these days. Beauty isn’t who has bigger boobs, who has bigger or smaller booty, who has a flatter tummy, who has bigger or small legs, longer or shorter legs. Beauty shouldn’t be based on these things. Beauty is tall girls, short girls, curvy girls, skinny girls and every thing in between. Your hair color, eye color, body type, skin type…it doesn’t matter. They are all beautiful.

I’m going to fight to accept everything about myself. I’m going to fight to love me and show that I don’t need to alter anything to be beautiful. 🙂 

So let’s fight to make #iwokeuplikethis a real deal. Let’s take care of our bodies but love them the way they are. 

Thanks for reading,