Third Trimester Workout Plan

Ok, so many of you have asked what kind of workouts I’ve been doing or what’s safe to do during pregnancy. First of all, ask your doctor because they know you’re situation better than any personal trainer, mom, know-it-all, etc. But for those of you who have asked what I’ve been doing, here it goes:

  • Attempt to get out of bed 17 times before succeeding. This involves rolling over pillows, husband, and dogs. Great on the abs.
  • Squat down to pet my dog only to fall over. This happens multiple times a day. Great full body workout.
  • Try to put on tennis shoes everyday that I work. This takes multiple attempts before success is achieved. Also great on the abs, side bonus=back workout.
  • THIS ONE IS THE MONEY MAKER: Getting shirts out of the bottom dresser drawer. Be sure to follow step-by-step!! 1) Get in side-lying position at the end of the bed. 2) reach out whichever arm you prefer to pull the drawer open with. 3) pull super hard on said drawer and BOOM you’ve got a shirt. Great on the obliques and arm muscles. Be sure to swap out sides everyday to ensure muscle evenness.
  • Attempt to breath without sounding like a stage-IV COPD patient. Need I say more?
  • Squat over public restroom toilet. The added belly weight is great on the bum and legs.
  • Eating a meal without throwing up. I mean really, this is just as great as a brain game as it is a workout.
  • Learning to control peezing (sneezing and peeing): great on the pelvic floor muscles.
  • Shave legs twice a week. It’s not a world record, folks, but this twice a week workout is also great on the back and abs.

THIS IS JUST A START! Please do not feel limited to this workout. There are many ways to workout during pregnancy. If you need any assistance with said workouts, please feel free to reach out to me and I can upload some vids or something.

**This is not for the weak. Please consult a physician or midwife before attempting workout. User discretion advised.

Why Do Nurses Do It?

I had a student nurse ask me a couple of months ago, “So why did you become a nurse?”. The answer was simple: I watched nurses provide great care to my Nana while she was receiving hospice care and knew in an instant that’s what I wanted out life: caring for those who need it most. But the job is extremely tiring and definitely comes with it’s challenges, and lately I’ve been wondering to myself, “Why in the world do you still do this to yourself?”.

First of all, let me tell you something. Our hospital has been working at max capacity for a year now and people are SICK. Buddy boy that has its own challenges. I don’t know about you, but when I’m not feeling well I’m not the most pleasant person to be around. Patients are the same way. Plus, you are there in your nursing profession to take care of them so they expect nice plus more. Cool, I get it. What about family members watching their loved ones suffer? Usually not the most pleasant person to be around. And going back to us working at max capacity, they’ve been waiting a long time for a bed on the floor because let’s face it, the ER isn’t a fun place to spend your time as a patient. So you take into consideration that we are dealing with sick people and their loved ones who aren’t in their normal state of mind because they aren’t currently normal, we work long hours on our feet, we deal with multiple disciplines within the hospital all trying to work together for one goal, we deal with sometimes faulty machinery because we live in a technology world and it’s not always perfect, we deal with shifts that aren’t always fully staffed and are expected to perform at a normal nurse/patient ratio, we deal with violent patients that are completely out of their minds, we deal with bodily fluids that are not ours and act like it’s completely normal, the list goes on and on for forever and an eternity. WHY DO I DO IT?

I’ve ridden on top of a bed while transferring a patient to the unit so I could “bag” them because they weren’t breathing.

I’ve performed chest compressions on several people because their hearts stopped beating.

I’ve held the hand of a dying man that was yelling out for Jesus because he had no family.

I’ve done post-mortem care on patients because it’s uneasy to some people.

I’ve cried with a patient and held them in my arms praying over them after finding out they had terminal cancer.

I’ve had my arm covered in someone else’s blood because they began bleeding out after surgery and needed pressure held until the surgeon arrived.

I’ve performed the Heimlich on a choking patient with a room full of scared family members watching.

I’ve cared for a demented patient’s broken limbs, bruised body, and broken down skin after their own daughter abused them and let them sleep on a crate covered in their own bodily fluids.

I’ve cared for patients whose family members aren’t ready to let go and are prolonging life when at times it doesn’t seem fair.

I’ve cared for a cannibal in four-point restraints and treated him with as much dignity as the person next door.


It’s not a question really of why do I do it. It’s a question of why do WE do it? Because all of those things I mentioned earlier could not be done if I didn’t work with the people I work with. WE do it because we work with a great team who love and support each on a daily basis. WE do it because we love and care for people. WE do it because when our time comes and we need someone, we want someone that loves and cares for us. WE do it because even if we haven’t made a difference in your life, you’ve made one in ours. WE do it because we are nurses and that’s just what we do.

DIY Carpet Deodorizer

Ok, so first of all let’s clear the air on how I started using Young Living’s essential oils. With my soon-to-be niece and my soon-to-be baby boy on the way, I wanted a house with clean, natural products. The company was introduced to me about a year ago by Katie Strength, but once I became pregnant I really began to think about cleaning my house with clean materials. Next thing I knew, I became a Young Living distributor, received my started pack and my order of Thieves laundry detergent and household cleaner, and I was HOOKED. Anyways, I’m having my church shower this Sunday and decided it was a good time to clean the nursery and make room for our sweet little gifts we’ll be getting this weekend so I got to cleaning. Y’all know we have a jack russell mix and a lab, but what y’all probably don’t know is that they shed and they stink. Not only do they shed and stink, the nursery is their favorite room in the house 🤦🏼‍♀️. My oil momma (Katie Strength) is hosting an online class on Thursday to teach how to utilize your oils and it inspired me it make my own carpet deodorizer to clean my baby’s room.

I read a lot of recipes prior to making mine and almost all of them included Borax. I don’t personally have beef with Borax, but I didn’t know if I wanted it sprinkled on the floor of the nursery where little hands and eyes would be, so I made my own extremely easy recipe without it. Here it goes:


-mason jar or whatever you’d like to store it in

-1/2 cup baking soda

-Young Living essential oils of choice

-nail and hammer


1. Poke enough holes in your mason jar lid with a nail and hammer so that the deodorizer can be sprinkled.

2. Mix 1/2 cup of baking soda and Young Living essential oils in a small bowl. I used 10 drops of Purification and 15 drops of Lavender.

3. Place mixed ingredients in mason jar and close lid.

4. Sprinkle a light, even layer of deodorizer on carpet and allow to sit for 10 minutes.

5. Vacuum room and enjoy the refreshing scent!

Y’ALL, that’s it!! And the nursery smells amazing! I decided to use Purification because it is a natural deodorizer that helps neutralize the air, and Lavender because first of all, um duh it smells amazing, and it also adds a calming, clean, fresh scent. But really you can use whatever combination you already love or any that you want to experiment with!

***Before sprinkling your whole room, I would test the carpet deodorizer on a small corner just to ensure you don’t have any carpet staining.

Enjoy! And happy cleaning! Purchase Oils Here 💕

To the Little Life Within Me

Oh, sweet Ezra Hayes. The closer your due dates arrives the more your dad and I fall in love. We’re so lucky to be given this chance to bring new life into the world and there are so many things we can’t wait to teach you. Your life is something we don’t by any means take for granted. Baby boy, this is our prayer for you:

I pray you know Jesus. Not because “you’re supposed to” or because you grew up hearing about Him, but because you experience His unending love, His grace, and His many blessings he will pour into your life.

I pray that you watch your precious daddy interact with me and others and can become at least half the man he is because he really is an incredible man.

I pray that you value your grandparents and love them to the end of the earth because I can promise you that they love you that much more.

I pray that whenever you become a Big Brother that you treat the title like it’s the best one you’ve ever been given and love your new sibling beyond measure.

I pray that you respect women and treat every woman you encounter with as much respect as you would expect your dad to give me.

I pray that when you experience your first heartache that you pray for guidance and peace and not fight back with a vicious heart.

I pray that you seek adventure but know when it’s time to come back home.

I pray that when you meet the woman that will someday be your wife that you love her like crazy and realize she is truly a blessing from God.

I pray that you know how to hold a gun, bait a hook, build a fire, change your oil, etc. because skills like those are some strong things to possess.

I pray that when you hold your baby in your arms for the first time that you soak up every single second of the awe and beauty that you created.

I pray that when you do wrong or are in the wrong that you admit it and fix it because you are a man of integrity.

I pray that you value your education and realize you are so fortunate to be given one.

I pray that you know the value of a hard earned dollar and appreciate the work that went into earning that dollar.

I pray that you look for opportunities that will better you as an individual because you should never just settle.

I pray that you play a sport and understand the value of working as part of a team.

I pray that you have a fire within you that is so strong and bright it can change the world and make it a better place.

I pray that when you see someone being bullied that you have the courage to speak up for them.

I pray that you never initiate a fight, but if you find yourself in one that someone else started that you finish it fair.

I pray that you don’t fall into peer pressure because you’re trying to be like someone that isn’t worth mimicking.

I pray that you treat others with respect and dignity, even when they don’t deserve it.

Last but not least, I pray that you know that your mom and dad love you beyond belief even when it feels like we’re being so mean and so unfair because it’s only for your own good.

Baby boy, this is our prayer. Amen.

Holy Blogger

Ok, I’m just going to come out and say it: I CAN’T BELIEVE I STARTED A BLOG!  It’s something that has always interested me and something I’ve always wanted to do in the back of my mind, but didn’t really know what I would write about or who the heck would even read it.  Sam and I experienced our first miscarriage in December of 2016.  It was an ectopic pregnancy and really an overall strange experience.  It was crazy to me when we were suffering through a loss that it was so frowned upon to talk about.  People really avoided us and the whole conversation like we had the plague over something WE were going through.  We needed people but it was awkward for others to be a part of that experience.  I get it- I really do.  But the whole thing was strange to me so I decided as a way to cope with the experience and bring awareness to the situation that I would post about it on Facebook.  Y’all, the amount of people that were going through the same feelings and emotions was unreal.  People had been through the same thing, were going through the same thing, or had a fear of going through the same thing and really wanted to talk about it but were fearful of the social taboo surrounding the situation.

June 2017- Sam and I experienced another miscarriage.  This one wasn’t ectopic, but it was honestly worse than the first one because it came with more complications.  Again, I shared our experience on Facebook and got the same responses I had previously, except this time it was different.  I had people private messaging me about their experiences, calling/texting me because they just needing someone to talk to about their previous experiences, and others sharing our story with people they knew were going through the same thing.  It really became sort of a ministry within itself.  I’ve had personal conversations that even my husband and closest friends don’t know that I shared with other people because they reached out to me privately. Even with this experience and knowing I was helping others, I was so lost.  It was one of the darkest moments in my life and such a blessing at the same time.   My husband grew away from me.  He had never learned how to cope with any of the miscarriages and his way of dealing with them was acting like they never happened and pretty much shutting down.  Y’all, my goodness that was hard.  But I finally got through to him, we talked it out,  prayed SO hard, and once again I realized that this was something other people had faced through their miscarriages.

What I learned through the process was that we weren’t the first people to experience these emotions and heartache.  But we were, well really just me, just a few of the people willing to speak up on the topic and make it real.  It was such a vulnerable experience, but the amount of people who benefited from our story was so worth it.

But guess what folks?  The plot thickens- we are now 26 weeks pregnant with a healthy baby boy!  I will never forget how angry/terrified/excited/confused I felt when I saw the positive result come up shortly after our last miscarriage.  My husband sat there with me while I peed on the stick.  The anticipation was killing me so much that I didn’t even wait the full three minutes before checking to see if there were two pink lines on that test.  It was an obvious positive pregnancy test and I began to shake all over.  I looked at my precious husband and he knew the answer immediately.  We sat there- him on the side of the tub and me still on the toilet- and held each other and cried tears of happiness and hurt.  Well here we are months later, I’m still carrying my precious babe, and I’ve made some lifestyle changes.  I became a crazy granola mom.

So now that we’ve been through the back story, let’s go back to the original question- why did I start a blog?  During those hard times, people would tell me time and time again, “You should start a blog!”  I thought they were crazy, so I ignored it.  Fast forward to our healthy pregnancy; I became obsessed with Young Living’s products and began posting about them on Instagram and Facebook.  My sister  randomly said one day, “I can see you having a blog.” Again, I laughed it off.  And then my best friend, Alli, sent me a screenshot of my hashtag #blameitonmycrunchysoul and texted #instablogger.  We joked about it for a little while and then she said I should seriously do one to show people how to use the products for people like her that don’t know how to use them.  So here we are.

Ladies & Gents, I now present to you: Blame It On My Crunchy Soul.