A Loss Is A Lot Like Life

4:30 AM and wide awake has become rather normal to me.

A wild kicking baby, a bit of heartburn and a light snore from my husband is enough to keep these eyes open.  

As I informed you earlier this week, my husband had an upcoming  MMA fight. 

A fight that did not end the way I expected, and most likely not the way his friends and family expected either. 

The first text message I received before seeing my husband face to face after his loss said,

"Sorry babe"

My thoughts, you win some, you lose some. 

And when it's your husband you are supporting you stand near and proud with them whether it be a win or loss. 

This isn't about a sport to me, this is about life. 

We all have days we want to throw in the towel, but then we all have days that are so wonderful we never want them to end. 

And what we learn and how we react from those two kinds of days is what defines us. 

"The price of success is hard work, dedication to the job at hand, and the determination whether we win or lose, we have applied the best of ourselves to the task at hand."

Keep on, keepin' on baby!

Always On the Go...With Ben

Ready, set, GO...aaand GO...aaaaand GOOO, again!

Today I want to say, "Thank goodness Autumn is officially here."

In my head this time of year feels like a good time to wind down, but it's NOT!

Halloween, Thanksgiving and Christmas are FAST approaching.

&& between it all we also have the arrival of our sweet baby girl.

Thankfully, my husband and I are both people that take things day by day.

 

Let me share with you what we are preparing for this week.

 

THIS is my husband.

 

THIS is what he likes to do.

 

 

For the win!

 

 

THIS is how I battled the nerves last time.

 

 

After 6 1/2 months Ben will be stepping back into the cage.

A lot of people don't understand this sport.

A lot of people don't understand why Ben LIKES this sport.

&& a lot of people don't understand how I deal with this sport.

 

I guess this is why we go so well together, we're each other's kind of crazy.

 

Good luck to my husband this weekend!

 

<3 / Definitely his biggest fan

 

More to come...

 

 

 

 

 

A Little About Me

 

I felt like sharing a little about me on the blog today.

I’ll start off by telling you that my first name is actually Zayra (Z-eye-ruh) and not Gisel.

Gisel is my middle name and since I can remember that is what I have gone by.

The first day of school from middle school on was always terrifying. I had 5-7 teachers, 3 different trimesters and hundreds of mispronounced names.

I grew to love my name. They are names you don’t hear every day. Thank you, parents!

I don’t have a favorite color.

I don’t have a favorite food.

But, I do have a favorite ice cream…ROCKY ROAD! Marshmallows, nuts and chocolate...in other words, heaven!

I’d like to shake the hand of the person that invented Rocky Road ice cream and thank them.

I love country music. Lately, if I listen to rap and actually pay attention to the lyrics…I feel the need to repent.

I’ve said it once and I will say it again. I refuse to fart in front of my husband. It’s just not natural!

That being said…hearing a woman belch is one of my biggest pet peeves.

I make an excellent friend.

I feel sassy when I wear bright lipstick.

 

I am so cheesy, but I just can’t help it!

 

I treat others the way I would like to be treated.

But, I have been practicing on treating others kindly after they have treated me unkindly. I’m a work in progress.

I prefer even numbers.

I Google…What should I make for dinner? Who invented Rocky Road ice cream? Why is the sky blue? I Google everything!

My favorite thing about me is my positivity and my optimistic personality. I am always grateful for the good and the not so good.

I love to share about my life.

&& trust me…there will be more to come!

 

90 Days

Lately all I write about is being married or being pregnant.

As of late though, I AM a newlywed and I AM pregnant.

&& I am LOVING both so much.

 

This is me...yesterday to be exact.

 

How did this happen!?

A few weeks ago you couldn't even tell I was expecting!

I've even surprised a few people I work with that don't come into the office regularly when they see me sporting maternity clothes and an obvious expecting stomach.

"WHAT! YOU'RE PREGNANT!?"

My thoughts: Where have you been the last 6 months? ;)

I have curves on my curves.

My breasts...they can't possibly get any bigger, can they?

Yesterday we reached our 27 week mark.

We are just days away from entering the third trimester.

Anistyn is approximately 16 in, and 2.5 lbs

Mom is approximately 156,394 in, and 548 lbs

Okay, kidding...but I feel like it some days. :)
Anistyn moves A LOT, but sometimes becomes shy when Ben tries to feel her movement.
I can sense her personality without her being here yet.

 

Let's talk about Dad.

He is exceptional, amazing, fantastic! He deserves 5 stars. 

I feel spoiled and loved 100% of the time.

He has always been concerned for mine and Anistyn's well-being.

He makes sure I don't eat just ONE pancake, but TWO.

He rubs my back when it hurts.

He walks slow, when I can't walk fast enough.

Whatever I'm craving, he will find a way to bring it back to me.

He doesn't just tell me I am beautiful, he makes me feel like it too.

He calls me his "squishy"...

He applies tummy butter on my growing stomach.

He lets me hog the bed, while I toss and turn. all. night. long.

All in all...I can't thank him enough for his loving ways, but most of all his patience.

 

Here is to 90 more days of pregnancy!

 

 

 

 



Gone Fishin'

September is upon us...FINALLY!

To celebrate that Autumn is near we took a quick fishing trip to the Provo River and to the Deer Creek Dam and Reservoir.

It was a HOT day. If my boobs start to itch from light sweat running down between them, then it's too dang hot for my liking.

Therefore, I was ecstatic to get out of the hustle and bustle of the city to get some cool air.

 

My husband's attire was everything I wanted to see.

Cowboy boots, jeans with a tear that his Momma had sewn up, a FLANNEL button up (I heart flannels), a camouflage hat and a fishing vest. WOWZA!

 

 

Then there was me... I wore a maternity shirt, skinny jeans and cute sandals... I don't have to say it, but I will... The sandals were a BAD idea. :)

 

 

A bad day of fishing is better than a good day of work. TRUE STORY.

 

 

Then it rained, and I didn't complain.