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.

 

Leap of Faith

On my way home from work yesterday evening the soft sun and the vanilla spice smell of the interior of my car reminded me of last year around this time. Ben had asked me to move out to the city to end our long distance relationship. For once in my life I didn't think twice about my responsibilities, my government job, my fall semester at USU and my friends. The desire to be with someone who had become so significant to me over powered any circumstance. I remember my mom giving me her two cents, she did NOT think it was a smart move...I insisted and always used the same line I had repetitively used over my teen years, "I will never know if I never try." I remember the heartbreak in both my parents' eyes seeing their not-so-baby girl anymore wanting to spread her wings. Love makes you do crazy things and sometimes that extra leap of faith takes you places you'd never imagine. I love my husband so much and I love that small or big decisions always lead you somewhere.

 

 

Six Months and Counting

I just looked down at my stomach and noticed that my "inny" belly button is becoming flat.
Tomorrow I will be a whole SIX months pregnant!
I wish I would have posted more in the last six months, but the first part of pregnancy was not flattering or enjoyable at all. Therefore, all my posts would have reflected how awful I was feeling.
I didn't just have morning sickness. I had morning, afternoon AND night sickness.
I spent day after day clinging onto our small apartment toilet. Sounds gross, right!?
I didn't seem to care, the toilet was my BEST FRIEND!

Anyway, we are past that point thankfully.
Pregnancy has become something beautiful and fun!
I have never received a better compliment than the day a woman described me as looking, "RADIANT".
Yes, Anistyn, your mom is looking radiant, glowing and is soaking it all in.

The movement...the movement of life inside of you is...incredible.
I literally JUST felt her move.
You know what else is great? I don't have to suck it in after I've had a big meal!
I just let my growing belly do its THANG!

We love you baby girl and are anticipating your healthy arrival!

Remember When

Friday afternoon at work and I find myself hardly working instead of working hard. Oops! 

I am listening to Tim McGraw radio on Pandora and the song Remember When by Alan Jackson starts to play.

I turn it up just a bit and my mind immediately ventures back to a sweet memory of a Friday night many months ago.

There is also a quote that reminds me of this time in our life. Just to give you a little idea of what I am getting to...here is the quote.

"Always keep a bottle of champagne in the fridge for special occasions. Sometimes the special occasion is that you’ve got a bottle of champagne in the fridge."

Needless to say, we were struggling just a little. Ben had been laid off from his job and although money wasn't tight we watched our checking and savings accounts closely.

Our Friday nights were spent in our apartment, rather than going out for a night on the town.

That evening I came home and to my surprise I found a box of wine in the fridge. Not champagne, but wine.

I sipped wine, Ben sipped wine and before you knew it we were both cracking jokes at the dinner table.

We had been playing music and decided to slow dance to Remember When.

We embraced each other so close during the entire song.

I'm not sure if it was the lyrics or the wine, but soon after the song was over I realized that we had both gotten a bit emotional. Sorry Ben, grown men do cry, don't they? ;)

I find it a little humorous now to picture two young adults slow dancing and shedding a tear or two in their very empty apartment, but at the same time I am so grateful for all those nights we spent home together...

I'll always be grateful for a glass of wine. I'll always be grateful for the good times. I'll always be grateful for the not so good times. And I will always be there for my husband at all times.

We struggled, we bonded, we laughed, we learned, we strived and here we are now and someday we'll once again...Remember When.

 

Long Time No Hear

Long time no hear is right! When I first started this blog I had to restrain myself from posting every single day. Then life got busy.

 

Since my last blog post I became Mrs. Ben James Robinson. YOGMO! You only get married once! 

Ben competed in the first Outlaw Muscle Showdown in Vernal, UT. My husband is smokin'!

 

We found out the sex of our baby...GIRL!!! Isn't she darling!?

&& last but not least, we spent an amazing few days in Beaver, UT (Heaven on Earth) for the first James Eyre Family Reunion. Take a look at those pregnancy cheeks! Love 'em. :)