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Family/maternity photo shoot


I know I talked about this before I had pics, but our photo shoot with Dan Woolf (http://danwoolf.com/) was awesome. Dan was so relaxed and so much fun to work with. And funny, thanks to Ian.

Another awesome thing to note is that Dan delivered our photos TO THE HOSPITAL since I’m on serious bedrest! How awesome is that? And he brought these amazing cookies his wife made:

They were some of the best chocolate chip cookies I’ve ever had, hands down. And I’ve had my fair share! Makes me want to be friends with her. And all the nurses I shared them with asked if they could buy more. (Hint Megan, you could make a mint off of these!)

So, here’s a recap of my favorite, favorite images from the shoot. It’s really hard to narrow them down…they’re all so good!

How do you not feel beautiful when someone makes an image of you like this? AMAZING!

Family picture, we look so happy. (And we really are, he just captured it well!)

Mischievous Ian

My boys

Great shot, belly pic

Family portrait

This last one is my current desktop photo. I love the image, the texture, the lighting. Love, love, love. There are tons of just beautiful shots, but these are my favs I think. I was so sick the day of this shoot and I really don’t think you can tell. Dan seriously did a wonderful job, I would strongly recommend him to anyone. And I am confident we’ll be back working with him again!

Life upside down


Oh, lots of crazy has happened since August 15. I had anticipated the next blog post would be updates on the photo shoot and pics (coming, I promise), updates on the baby’s room, the office remodel progression and a few other projects. Life gets in the way of your best laid plans though.

My water broke at 1:30 a.m. on August 18 while I was asleep. I was 31 weeks pregnant. And shocked.

I’ll spare you all the details. Chances are if you read this blog and know me, I might have already shared this crazy story with you. In short, once I realized what was going on I freaked out, and rushed to the hospital with my family. Or I should say my husband rushed our family there. He’s amazing in general, exceptional in an emergency. I love that man.

We spend a very scary first few days trying to learn as much as possible about our situation, outcomes, treatments, medications, etc. We hoped for good news. I fully expected to have a baby that night, but we persevered and were very lucky to have made it this far intact (today I’m 33 weeks 2 days). We’ve learned a lot along the way, and are still scared but ultimately trust that we are in a very good place with excellent people taking care of us and this precious little girl. The ride has been wild.

I’m writing this late Tuesday night. If all goes well the rest of our week looks like this: massage on Wednesday (bedrest is really tough on your body, this is such a wonderful option to survive it). Thursday we have an ultrasound to check on our babe, make sure she’s growing and see how much fluid she’s got left to swim in. Friday there’s another test to evaluate her lung maturity. Then Friday afternoon we meet with my OB, the neonatologist, Bill and I to devise a plan to get her out safely. Safely means at 34 weeks. That’s Monday people, September 5. Labor Day. Irony much?

So I think in less than a week we’ll have a real baby girl to hold. A very small little girl, who I truly hope we are able to hold.

My plan is to sleep tonight and then tomorrow post the blog I’ve been waiting for, our family/maternity pics from Dan Woolf. They are stunning and I can’t wait to share my favorites with you and the internets! After that we’ll see. I wasn’t even sure how to document an update of the past two weeks. It’s been surreal. After the photo blog I think we need a post on things we’re thankful for, which in the last few weeks have been many.

If I tell you my plans, will life let me get to them and allow them to come true? Let’s test this theory. Go.

Maternity photo shoot…and lesson from a tot


Bill and I love photography, although we are certainly not pros (he’s better than me though). We do our best to capture every important life change and milestone somehow, usually through photo or video. We’re not great at keeping things up to date, but we have lots of digital content for when “free time” comes around. Ha!

So, of course we had to do maternity photos again.

This time it’s a little different. With Ian we did all sorts of belly shots, skin, etc. Looking back I think some of them are cheesy, and most not appropriate for public display (i.e. there’s the traditional hands holding boobs shot…but it’s a little R rated when your boobs are/were F’s!).  We also really wanted to incorporate Ian, after all we’re building a family and the big brother is an important role! So, we were so excited to find Dan Woolf to help us make awesome family/maternity shots.

I don’t have pics yet, but we had so much fun at our shoot on Sunday that I know they will be great. That and he let me sneak like three peeks while we were shooting. I. am. so. excited.

Here’s the educational part of this post. Lesson from a tot:

We had moved to our second shooting location, this awesome old barn (for background, the wood texture was awesome). There were two miniature horses outside, so checking them out kept Ian busy while Dan set up. Then he poses us on the ground near the bar, which is when things get interesting. From his new lower vantage point, Ian looks over and loudly announces “Mom, those horses have junk!!!”. Oh yes, yes they do. So I tried to respond as banally as I can hoping to deter this conversation, “yup buddy”. He repeats his discovery. I say, “yes, everything has junk.” He keeps it going. “But MOM, I can see it! I can see their junk! They have junk! I did not know that horses have junk! Look, you can see their junk!”

We all are dying at this point. It lasts like 10 minutes. There goes parent of the year. I’m positive it’s my fault that the kid says junk…if you know me you know I have my own language. Bill cannot be held responsible for this.

So right after, I tweet our thanks to Dan. He responds a few hours later, “@Maria7z I had a blast! Thank you for spending some time with me and my camera. It was great to meet you guys. #thosehorseshavejunk“. Awesome. Glad that’s the Myers family’s parting impression, and I’m pretty sure that’s the first thosehorseshavejunk hashtag on Twitter. Milestone or embarrassment? You decide.

I will of course post photos or links to them when I get them from Dan. In the meantime, if you need portraits, family photos, etc, and you want someone who is cool, takes great pics and is laid back enough to appreciate horse junk humor, look Dan up. Here’s his info:



@danielwoolf on Twitter.

Thanks Dan! You were fun and a great sport! 🙂

Perils of a pregnant brain.


So…Monday’s not agreeing with me. I called this morning to schedule a massage, hoping and praying that I can get in on Wednesday or Thursday. (I am having some pretty severe sciatic pain that I am hoping massage will help alleviate.) No openings this week with my fav girl Lauren until Friday at 2. It’s going to be one of those weeks, so hesitantly I agree to it, knowing I’ll have to work that night to make up for the few hours I’ll be gone from the office. But, a needed massage is worth it, right?

Right. So I book the appointment.

In the last 20 minutes here’s what happened. I made a list of the things I need to get done in the next hour. Thing #1 on my list – book a massage, my back is killing me. Clearly I have already forgotten that I did that THIS MORNING. Just after I finish making the list, the spa calls. I am delighted! How did you know that I was going to call you and schedule a massage I say?! The wonderful woman on the other end says, “I just noticed that you have two scheduled this week, the one on Friday at 2 [suddenly I remember] and one on Wednesday at 4”. Even though I am embarrassed that I have already booked, forgotten, made a note to self, and tried to book again, I am even more delighted that I had the foresight to book another session at my last appointment. And the timing works with my current schedule.

Phone didn’t sync with Outlook calendar though, so my life is out of whack. I check phone, it’s in there but scheduled at 7:30 p. What the? I have no idea what just happened, but some lucky pregnant lady is getting a massage on Wednesday. That’s me!

It is amazing that I am allowed to have children and can be employed at this point. I feel like my brain is in severe dysfunction. Maybe the massage will help? Or maybe Tuesday will.

World’s Worst Blogger? Maybe.


Ugh, I want to blog, honestly. But it just becomes one more thing in my overflowing to-do list lately. How to rectify this? Hmm…

Lots has changed since I last posted, for instance:

  • We announced we are pregnant. Our little immediate world is overjoyed, no one more so than us though I think.
  • We learned said baby is a GIRL. A real, live girl human, in my belly. Shocked. Nervous about a little girl entering our lives, growing up to be a *gasp* teenager…and date boys. And, as Bill is terrified of, get married in a shindig we will have to finance. (tee-hee!)
  • We started shopping for girl things. Completely. Overwhelmed. Way more choices for girls than boys, lots of pink, lots of inappropriateness (sassy sayings, baby jeggings?!). This is going to be rough.
  • Maria had a breakdown about the MBA program. It’s hard. It takes a lot of time. I don’t have lots of time. Looked into switching programs. That adds 6 months and about $12k. Gag. Probably sucking it up with an MBA.
  • I miss my Dad. Wait, that hasn’t changed. I just didn’t get to tell him we’re having a girl, even though I think he knew that we were getting one, he was just off on his timing. Still wish I could tell him though.
  • Baby girl has a first name. More on that in a subsequent post.
  • Bill has started his degree program. Passed a college math class in a week and a half. Who does that?
  • Took our first (and probably only) family vacation as a unit of 3. Had a great time in Florida, went to Disney. Saw Sean and Casey!
  • Speaking of Sean and Casey, they are finally engaged! We get to keep Casey! I am so thrilled, she’s wonderful and I love them together. So, so happy for my little bro.
  • We are suddenly getting to lots of household projects. Garden has been planted, landscaping has been dramatically updated, baby clothing is being addressed (selling boy clothes, buying girl ones), patio is started, deck skirting is finally almost done. Crazy how adding a person in five months jump starts lots of other stuff.

That might be about the extent of things. I am incredibly happy, and at the same time incredibly overwhelmed. Honestly, I’m managing my stress level and all our balls in the air so much better than I ever thought I would, but really. There’s a lot going on. Nearly all of it makes me so, so happy. But some of it stresses me out…depending on the day all of it, or none of it and something new. Like, how exactly does your stomach go back to normal? HOW DOES THAT HAPPEN? And how do we know for sure it will?


I suppose since we never do anything the easy way this is how our life is. Complicated, but wonderful and ours. Who could change anything about that?

It’s still a secret. Kind of.


I’m a bad blogger! The last few weeks have been tough, I’m still sick and very tired. It’s all I can do to make it through work and life. I have been lucky enough to have a few days or a few hours in a day here and there where I can function. I’m 11 weeks 4 days today, we’re close to sharing our news publically (like on the internets, beyond this blog). Every time I think about it I get scared, so I keep holding back. However, if you see me there’s no hiding it. Here’s what I look like this week:

Maria 2011 pregnancy week 11Maria Ian pregnancy week 11

Week 11 now (L) Week 11 – Ian (R)

Yeah, I’m way bigger this time. I guess that whole “your body remembers” thing is true. 

Our next Drs appointment is the nuchal translucency screening. I’ll be 13 weeks, it’s on Ian’s birthday. I think that’s when we’ll wait to share, when we know for sure everything is ok. At least as much as we can know anyway. I hate celebrating Ian’s day and announcing a new baby at the same time, so we’ll have to think through all this, but as long as we have a healthy munchkin in there I’m happy.

I do think I felt it move this week. Even Bill felt it. He’s worried it was some kind of digestion, but honestly I am pretty sure it’s baby. It’s creepy in only the way a baby is, and I’ve never felt anything like it other than when I carried Ian. So, that at least is making me feel better and at ease! I’m hoping to hold it together until the 11th and not be scared and rushing to Dr. K. in the meantime. I want to have faith in this baby!

Tunnel vision


I feel like I’m being a bad friend lately. It’s all I can do to make it through the day most days, and inevitably I’m on the couch hoping not to hurl. We keep canceling weekend plans because I just can’t go out. Weekends seem to be worse, which I’m actually glad for. I need to be able to function at work (even though my work functioning capabilities are near the very low end of the scale). 

I think this baby is winning.

I miss you all friends! And my husband, who is the saving grace for our family right now. He’s holding everything together – I am so thankful. Hoping it won’t be long before I can hold my head up and engage in a conversation again. 

Apparently all I have to talk about is pregnancy.


I kinda wish there was something else, but this is taking over my life. I’m so sick that I can’t stand myself, and I’m incredibly thankful to feel this way at the same time. I’m not productive, unhelpful at home and probably less fun in general, but hey – producing a human is hard work. I’m doing my best, just not functioning as well as I’d like.

I took Ian to the dentist all by myself this morning, his first real appointment. He did so well, I was one proud Momma for sure. Every time he saw the dentist or the hygienist he opened wide so they could see his teeth, and if they missed it he interjected conversation with statements like “Ian has great teeth” or “Ian has lots of nice teeth”. Awesome. He was super patient today, quiet, listened and responded to every request, just good in general. This gives me hope and makes me so proud to be his Momma.

Oh look, we just talked about something other than pregnancy! My kid, but hey, it’s a start.

For anyone who cares to know, we had our first real ultrasound yesterday. It was great. We got to see our little peanut, see AND HEAR the heartbeat! Crazy right? Yesterday I was 7 weeks 5 days (or 3 days, depending on which measurement…I’m going with 5) and we could hear a heartbeat. That is amazing people. I’m in awe. I had a rough weekend and with my history the nurses and my Dr said we needed the big-time ultrasound. Who am I to argue? I just need a healthy baby, and if this makes me feel better then I’m all for it. It did make me feel better for the record.

So now I’m back to being grateful for feeling awful.

Oh, also week 1 of grad school is officially complete. Just 19 months three weeks to go. Ha! This class is pretty easy, I’m not sure what will happen when I get past it but I’m thankful to have an easy class while I feel terrible. That’s a blessing on it’s own!

I think good things are finally happening. Crossing my fingers that’s true.

Heartbeat, for sure.


Another appointment this morning, and even I can’t deny that there is indeed a heartbeat. Saw it with my own eyes.

And I’m sick. Not pleasantly sick like last week where I was just slightly nauseous, but for real having a hard time being upright and appropriate sick. Should have napped or laid down today, no time. Wondering how long I can keep this up at work…we’ll see!

I am thrilled to be this sick though. Rejoicing, celebrating, excited and thankful. It’s the very best reason to feel awful. Happy.