the days are long, but the years are short.

It’s hard to believe the first photo was taken two years ago, just a short 24 hours before I would see my sweet little baby’s face for the first time. Fast forward two years — her hair fits in piggies and that sweet little baby has become a little girl. In true vizsla fashion, Lucy is close by, making sure to live up to the trademark vizsla nickname — Velcro Dog™.

Remember, “the days are long, but the years are short.”… I still can’t believe I have a two year old daughter and that Lucy will turn nine this summer… My girls… ❤




finley kathleen | her debut

A week before Finley was born, a woman at the UPS store blatantly told me, “Nope. You aren’t having that baby any time soon. You haven’t swelled up and don’t look miserable yet.” I politely clenched my teeth smiled and said, “you’re probably right”, though I disagreed 100% in my mind. Truth is, not every woman is miserable during her pregnancy! Aside from the difficulty bending over, and waking up multiple times during the night to pee in the last trimester, I really enjoyed my pregnancy. I loved the newness of it all. That first experience is so incredible! I felt lovely and special and embraced the giant bump that grew in front of me!

Much to my disappointment, at my 39 week appointment I hadn’t progressed from the week prior — still 2-3cm and 90% effaced. That same day, I had Cory take a maternity picture of me before the sun went down. I knew exactly what I wanted and felt I had to have at least one “professional-looking” maternity photo. Little did I know, I would have never gotten that photo if I waited just one more day! I’m so glad I didn’t wait, because I’ll cherish this forever…


Throughout the last trimester, I worried about whether or not I would know if I was in labor. Would my water break? How would I know for sure if I was having contractions? Well, my contractions made a grand entrance at 2am that night… each one lasting 30-60 seconds, five minutes apart. And, they hurt—bad. Because the lady at the hospital made me feel like I didn’t need to go in yet, I laid in the fetal position in bed for nearly two hours, repeating myself through the pain of each contraction, (I even apologized to Cory for probably sounding annoying!) finally making the decision to go in around 4am. (For the record, Cory did not think I was annoying and he graciously did whatever I asked of him if I thought it would help me; like get me orange juice and water, and rub my shoulders or not rub my shoulders, and talk or not talk or ask questions! If you’ve been in labor, you’ll understand how wants+needs are all over the board! A woman in labor changes her mind with each contraction.)

Before leaving, I found a dozen red roses on the counter for me, as well as a Valentine’s Day card from Cory and one from our soon-to-be daughter. Little did Cory know that that soon-to-be-daughter would actually arrive on Valentine’s Day!

Despite the inch of fresh snow covering the roads, we made it to St. Paul. While Cory was on the “red phone” to get the maternity ward doors open, I had a contraction and had no choice but to get down on all fours in attempt to be the most comfortable. You do what you gotta do with no shame during labor! Shortly there after, we saw a wheelchair and put it to good use. And just like out of a movie, Cory ran into the doorway while pushing me into a room. 🙂 (I still love him.)

While I was pregnant, I worried about getting an epidural, but that and the IV in my hand ended up being a piece of cake. My philosophy is that contractions put real pain into perspective…

The next five hours consisted of calling family+friends, resting/napping, rotating positions, and watching Finley’s heartbeat (and mine) on the monitor. It amazed me to have a contraction and not feel the pain.


my view.

I had a fever when I was admitted and it only went up so my nurse told us that they had to assume the worst which would be an infection in my uterus, which meant that Finley could have the infection too. Because of that, Finley would have to be in the NICU to be monitored and I wouldn’t get to hold her immediately after she was born. Hearing that broke my heart, but I was grateful to know beforehand vs. them whisking her away without me knowing why.

A doctor came in to break my water around 9am and said it wouldn’t be long. But I didn’t start pushing until 12:30 when my doctor arrived. Thank God for her. She was so amazing, encouraging, and reassuring during it all. I remember at one point when I started giving up, she said, “Think about Lambeau Field and ALLLLLLL those fans that fill the stadium. Each one of those people was born.”

Finley’s head had been low for a long time, they could already see it. So naturally, I thought a couple pushes and she’d be out, how tough could it be? We talked and laughed in-between pushes. Cory played Bon Iver Pandora on his phone for me because the elevator music channel (complete with serene photos of streams and foggy forests) annoyed me. Turns out, after a couple pushes, Finley wasn’t budging. After nearly two hours, I was reaching complete exhaustion. When the doctors saw meconium, they got serious about getting her out asap, and that’s when they told me they would use the vacuum suction to help. This. Was. Terrifying. All I could think was that I didn’t want them to have to use the forceps too. Then I started having visions of being rushed into an emergency C-Section. More than anything, I was worried about Finley. Again, my [fantastic] doctor told me to look her in the eyes and she said, “Do I look worried!? No. This baby is going to be born and everything is going to be ok!” After that, I closed my eyes and was the most determined I’d ever been in my entire life, because my baby’s life depended on it. At 2:59pm, Finley Kathleen took her first breath and let out the most beautiful cry I’ve ever heard. Soon after, Cory showed me this picture on his phone…


freshly born ‘lil baby!

My first thought (other than how perfect she was) was that she looked HUGE! She was, by no means, huge, but was bigger than I expected—7 lb. 4oz. Healthy+Perfect. Before I knew it, she was bundled up and handed to me for the first time. Her sweet, glimmering eyes looked up at mine and I told her I was her mama as tears of happiness+relief+exhaustion+love+pure joy rolled down my cheeks. I dreamed of that exact moment for so long.


first family photo.

(I swore I wasn’t ever going to show anyone this picture of me because if that doesn’t look like the stereotypical women who just delivered a baby, I don’t know what does! But despite my face not looking beautiful, the moment was beautiful, and that’s something to cherish.)

She was taken to the NICU to be hooked up to antibiotics and monitored in case of an infection. Turns out, she never ended up having any type of infection. She scored an 8 and 9 on her Apgar tests and was as healthy as they come!

And you know what, she is exactly what I imagined her to be… 🙂



week 36+37 | full term!

Guess. What. It’s February, people. That means we have officially entered the month our baby girl will join us in this world (well, most likely)! I’ve heard it’s a pretty awesome month to be born… 🙂 It also means I am considered full term. FULL TERM! omg. Even though the end is in sight, it still doesn’t seem real-real. When I’m feeling really “normal” (i.e. In a position where it doesn’t feel like I swallowed a basketball), there is sometimes an extremely brief moment I forget that I am even pregnant. And, all along throughout pregnancy (obviously knowing the outcome at the end of those 40ish weeks is, in fact, a real baby), sometimes it just seems like you’ll be pregnant forever. And then, wham!, you are 37 weeks and you have to remind yourself that it really is going to happen… any-day-now-soon. The anticipation is killing me! As if I can decide or play a factor in when she arrives, I’ve already been contemplating when to start the natural forms of inducing labor (spicy food, walking, foot massage.. among other things). Conversations in my head have gone something like this:

“Probably should wait until after the child birth class on Saturday…”

“Or maybe do it before and I’ll go into labor while we are actually at the hospital [for the class]! How convenient!” (update: no such luck.)

“No no, maybe it should be after my doctor is back from vacation next week..”

“Or maybe it would best to wait until after my baby shower at work..”

And then I remember that this whole thing isn’t up to me. Pretty sure little miss kochendorfer will come when she wants to! I’m anxiously patiently waiting for some signs that will give me an mama’s inkling as to when it will happen though. Instead of focusing on the “scary” aspect of what’s to come (labor+delivery), I’m focusing on the “exciting” aspect and cannot wait!

In anticipation of the end being near, a few things I’ve been daydreaming about…

Gloriously laying flat on my stomach, utilizing my wardrobe again and all the fun shirts I haven’t been able to wear for months, sitting up without grunting, enjoying a delicious glass (or two) of red wine, buttoning (or zipping) my coat all the way up (especially in this freezing-ass weather!), sleeping (or is this just wishful thinking for the next few years??), whitening my teeth, s-u-s-h-i, sitting in a hot tub, and jumping on a trampoline. Ok, so those last couple aren’t things I do on a regular basis but when you know you can’t do something, that’s when you want to the most! So, I’ll find myself a hot tub and a trampoline (remember… Sky Zone…) just as soon as I can. 🙂

I don’t know for sure, but I may have a mild case of nesting going on… maybe. I’ve organized a few [junk] drawers here and there, dusted the legs of the dining room chairs, and I also did all the “baby laundry”! It (baby laundry) was so much fun! The whole laundry room smelled like “baby”. (Because as a first time mama, why yes, of course I bought the baby detergent, Dreft.) Her clothes look so incredibly teeny+cute hanging in the closet.


I also have a little stockpile of baby goods to take with to the hospital all ready to go… (not shown, but was given the helpful tip to also bring a Boppy!)


My crafty mom has been busy again. She recently mailed me more goods that she whipped right up. A knit baby hat & matching leg warmers, a Boppy cover, and a crib sheet… Totally cute, right?! (It’s so fun having a mom who can do this kinda stuff! What will she make next…)


Lucy is always so willing to test things out before baby k just to make sure all is ok. Yeah, I know, such a sweet+caring big sis. The leg warmers have been approved!


Kind of a cute story that is totally a coincidence but I can pretend it’s not.. The other night, baby k wasn’t moving a ton so I was poking at her, asking her why she was so sleepy, trying to get her to move more (because if you’ve been pregnant, you know the worry it causes when the baby isn’t moving much, right!). I said out loud, “You aren’t moving because daddy’s not home, are you!” (Cory was at work) Awhile later, I heard music to my ears (the sound of Cory’s car pulling into the garage), and in walked Cory, home early from work (best feeling ever as a cop wife). And after he sat down and we started talking, baby k started kicking up a storm. No. lie. Cory thinks it’s because she’s going to be a daddy’s girl, obviously. That’s cool, that’s cool…. As long as she’s a mama’s girl too. 🙂

The near future’s “baby” checklist:

1. Paint/finish rocking chair. (photos to come)

2. Finish ruler board for baby room. (photos to come)

3. Clean out car & install car seat.

4. Clean house.

5. Have baby.

(Not necessarily in that order.) 🙂


full term!

As you can see, I’m rocking somewhat of an “outtie” belly button through my shirt.. I can’t quite pinpoint how I feel about this yet. When I’m in public, I kinda feel like I’m exposing something, almost like too much cleavage in a really low cut shirt. Anyone else feel that way when it happened to them??

week 35 | baby shower recap

so thankful.

so thankful. every day.

I felt was so spoiled over the weekend — all I did was open gift after gift for myself (well, for the baby?). Not only was it my baby shower, but my [immediate] family and I also celebrated a faux Christmas together since Cory and I didn’t venture to northern MN this year for the holiday. For years, I’ve been wondering when I would stop being spoiled by my parents [on Christmas]. When I graduated high school? No. Surely then, when I got married? No. Said goodbye to my 20s? No. Then it must be when I give them somethingone else to love more than they love me (a granddaughter!), right?? I’m close to finding out if that’ll be the case (I’ll keep you posted)! But, the weekend definitely was no indication of it happening. I will be perfectly ok with becoming an official adult not being spoiled anymore and know that if my daughter is spoiled (because obviously she will be), it’ll feel like I am too. 🙂

The night before my baby shower brought back visions+memories of the chaotic+insane+exhausting week before our wedding… Good memories of course… mostly. My parents and I (Cory would have been along for it all had he not been working) ventured to about seven different places in three hours… picking things up, returning things, and buying supplies+food for the next day. My Mom and I had our own personal chauffeur as my Dad dropped us off at the door of every place we went before coming in (thanks, Dad!). The rest of the evening was spent preparing delicious foods, cleaning, and putting up the most lovely decorations, with a brief break to devour pizza at 9pm! Huge thank you shout out to all who helped: Mom+Dad, sister+Nick, & cousin Margaret+Jake! THANK YOU! There is no way I would have gone to bed by 1am without each person’s contribution!

(Who loves pictures?!)


More sweet baby goodness from the weekend:



only a preview of all the fabulous gifts I was given…!

And, the conclusion of the curse of the curtains saga! Are you ready? I’m in love love love with how our sweetie’s room is turning out. A modern twist with just the right touch of girliness. When I run upstairs for something, I pause for a good 30 seconds to stare at her room before running back down [with a smile on my face]. Still working on the finishing touches but here’s where we’re at..


Here’s a close up of the artwork above the crib (printed on a metallic-sheen paper and designed by me (although kind of a knock-off of things I saw online)… 🙂 The middle frame will eventually have a B+W photo of her [or all of us] in it after she is born.


And take a peek at this ah-mazing baby quilt my equally amazing mom made for us.. I am so in love with it!! It’s perfect. She even hand quilted it! I’m going to love it forever and I think little baby girl will too. 🙂

(did I mention that she made the curtains for us as well? Complete with black-out liners to keep it nice and dark while naps are in session…)


Today is January 23, which means that I am exactly one month from my due date — February 23! Let the countdown begin. 🙂



weeks 33+34 | countdown is on!

I wish it was true that I feel like I’m 90 years old because I just did a kick-ass workout at the gym yesterday (a girl can pretend, right?). Nope, instead it’s due to falling on my arse (thanks, invisible ice) and a little preggo bowling over the weekend. The good news: I didn’t hit my head or baby bump whatsoever (kept the bambino safe!). Bad news: a hole in my beloved Lulu Studio Pants. So, so sad. As for bowling.. I figured it would be interesting to try to bowl with what seems like an actual bowling ball attached to my mid-section already. I was right. I took bowling form to a whole new level. To be on the safe side, I used the lightest ball I could find and I threw the ball so gently (really, it was all I could manage!) that sometimes it barely knocked down the pins! (I’m happy to report I did bowl a 105 despite my goofy pregnancy form!)

We took another step towards making this whole baby thing real life last week — a crib! I made Cory wait until I got home from work to put it together because I wanted to help watch.  With each new thing we do, I think Lucy knows something is seriously up. She made sure to be part of the process from beginning to end…

building the crib.

building the crib.


love it.

I had been waiting for this day for a long time, dreaming of putting Lucy inside the crib for a little photo shoot. Usually she’s not impressed with being forced to sit in random places for photos, but she seemed quite content with the crib. In fact, she ended up laying down and gazing out the window. It’s like a giant dog bed! If I’m not careful, we might find her snuggled next to her baby sis sometime in the future…!


just chillin’ in baby sister’s crib.


Doesn’t she look so freaking adorable in there!? Especially with the pink bow around her neck… 🙂

More sweet baby girl goodness:


Hat from Bekima Knits  |  Baby Sling from Zulily

I can just imagine a little chubby-cheeked, 6-month old in that hat! Hello, photo opps when that day comes… 🙂

More on Week 33+34:

Whacky Pregnancy Hormones: I blame it on pregnancy. It has to be. Lately, the smallest, dumbest things annoy the crap out of me! Even the fact that I get annoyed by things annoys me because I can’t control it.. Yikes! Cory gets the joy of hearing about what’s bugging me. So do my mom+sister, usually. [Thanks for hearing me out!]

Germaphobe: Something I totally am not. Usually. I’ve never been the type of person to get all worked up by a few germs. (Heck, I feed Lucy bites off my spoon (don’t judge!) and give her licks of my ice cream cone.) But this whole influenza nastiness going around has given me a change of heart. I am terrified of getting sick during these last six weeks of pregnancy, not to mention the weeks (+months) after bringing the babers home! The other day, for the first time ever, I grabbed one of those “cart wipes” at Target and wiped off my cart before shopping. And I won’t use stair railings in public and find myself getting really grossed out at the thought of who may have touched something before me. (The absolute worst might be going into a public restroom stall immediately after a stranger comes out… gross gross gross!!)

In addition to be especially germaphobic right now and simply using common sense as a pregnant woman, I finally got a flu shot! I don’t think I’ve ever gotten one, but this year it was imperative. I feel so much better knowing I got it, but will continue to cross my fingers I don’t get sick during the two week window it takes for the vaccine to take effect.

01.12.2013: Little did I know on this day exactly five years ago (2008), I would meet the man who would now be my baby daddy (I use this term as a joke, just FYI). I told him that was the luckiest day of his life (totally was). But really, it was mine too. I couldn’t be more grateful+blessed+happy to have him as my husband and don’t know what I’d do without him.

Baby Fever: Over the weekend I had two photo shoots that involved FOUR newborn babies! Talk about making me super duper excited to meet and hold my baby! Be sure to pop over to my facebook page to see photos of the sweet babies…

What’s next?: My last bi-weekly doctor appointment and then I move on to weekly appointments… How did this happen so quick!?

This weekend is my baby shower! I’m so excited. My sister and I are having so much fun planning all the details — decorations, food, etc. Photo recap of the event coming next week! In my next life I’m totally going to be an event planner…

As [super] excited as I am to meet this little girly, I also am a little freaked out just how quickly it’s approaching. I still feel like I have a million things to do before her arrival and am not sure I’ll have enough time to get it all done. Lets hope this so-called “nesting” business kicks in sooner than later! One thing that I always remember and keep in mind is that there is nothing that is going to make me feel “ready” to bring home an infant and know what to do with her. It will just happen, we’ll take it as it comes, and learn as we go. It’s going to be an amazing+crazy+emotional rollercoaster+gratifying+sleep deprived+heart warming+pure joy+unconditional love overload! Bring it on.

Check out my 34-week bowling ball…

34 Weeks | bowling!

34 Weeks | bowling!

WEEKS 30+31+32 | Happy New Year!

What I didn’t think would happen, happened: It saddens me to report that I no longer can sleep soundly. I had been sleeping so great — so comfortably — and then just like that, it was over. Now I toss and turn and think about my position and if I’m hurting the baby in my half-sleeping state, wake up to pee multiple times, and get irritated by Cory and Lucy snoring (or even just breathing heavy) and Lucy stretching out, pushing all four of her paws on my back (but I love her so much, it’s actually kinda cute). I was sleeping on my back up until all this started as well. Now I don’t feel comfortable on my back and get anxiety about cutting of the blood supply (or whatever scary thing it is you read about on the internet) to my baby if I lay on my back too long. Oh, how I miss my good sleep!! I took a nap on the couch the other day and I’m quite sure it was the hardest I’d slept in a week. Naps should be encouraged more, don’t you think? Like in the workplace. They should be required like in Kindergarten.

Sugar: Ummmmm, given my behavior over the holidays, I might be the perfect candidate for the next episode of Intervention. Peanut butter balls, melt-in-your-mouth frosted sugar cookies, white chocolate peppermint bark, ooey-gooey-homemade caramels, classic spritz cookies. This year there was no stopping me from indulging in multiple bites of each one [as if I’d never get to enjoy another cookie again in my entire life]. I know it’s a problem bad when I’m dying to get my hands on the Smorbakkles and Krumkake my sister brought back from my family’s Christmas in Hallock. This month: This sugar madness will subside. If there is one thing for certain, this little girl is going to have one wild sweet tooth, thanks to her mama+daddy’s genes combined. Poor girl…

Say it ain’t so: I’m pretty sure I am starting to walk funny, you know, the pregnancy “waddle”… As much as I try not to and don’t feel like my belly is big enough for it to happen yet, my body just does it!

Reality Check: I cannot believe that in less than five weeks, I will be considered full term. [holy crap!] I technically could have this baby girl in my arms in as little as five weeks (or one week for that matter, but lets hope not!). I have an inkling that she will come a little early, but the longer she cooks in there, the better. I’m (we’re) beyond excited to meet her and see her little face!! My actual due date is February 23. If she comes sooner than February 19, she won’t be a Pisces…

Pisces: Strengths: accepting, adaptable, compassionate, devoted, imaginative. Weaknesses: escapist, indecisive, lazy, oversensitive, self-pitying. Baby/Toddler Characteristics: childish, dreamy, friendly, gentle, magical, sensitive, warm-hearted. Sounds like a pretty sweet baby to me! 🙂

Baby Goods: I don’t think it would be possible not to do a little bambino shopping over three weeks time…

I can hardly stand the cuteness!

I can hardly stand the cuteness!

1. BabyGap beanie+mittens. On sale, how could I resist?

2. H&M Heart Onesie. H&M has baby stuff, heck yeah!

3. Magnificent Baby Gown. For the first time during my pregnancy, I went to Destination Maternity at Mall of America. Where has this store been for the last seven months!? I bought myself a few things and found this for the babers. I didn’t even care what the price tag said ($30), I knew I had to buy it. So fricken cute.

4. After The Bump Knit Baby Beanie. ($36) I am so in love with this and wish I could have it in multiple sizes for her! Assuming the “newborn” size fits her in the hospital, she will be wearing this home for sure.

5. BabyGap Striped Sleeper. Newborn size = going home outfit. I hope she fits into the newborn size, otherwise I have plenty of options for 0-3 months that I will have for back up. 🙂

6. Sophie the Giraffe. A baby essential, am I right?! I’ve been wanting this thing long before even getting pregnant.. It’s so cute! We are going to have to battle Lucy on a daily basis though because she wants this like nobody’s business. It’s totally a glorified dog toy anyway…

7. BabyGap Leggings+Tutu. I’ve had my eye on this little number for awhile now and it just so happened to be on sale the other day ($13)! So excited for her to fit into it! (6-12 mo.)

8. Rockabutt Baby Shoes. A co-worker of mine gave Baby Koch these for Christmas. Unbelievably adorable!

9. Socks [that looks like shoes]. One of the couple pairs she got for Christmas. I wonder how many times I can use the words “cute” and “adorable” in one blog post??

I’m anxiously awaiting the arrival of the crib (+mattress) this week! Once that is put together, things will feel even more real. (as if feeling her stretch out and kick me in the ribs isn’t real enough..!)

Baby bump update:

Work holiday party | Christmas | New Years Eve

Work holiday party | Christmas | New Years Eve

On a recent Target run, we had a shopping trip to remember: bought our first [of many] boxes of diapers. 🙂


Then, when we went to Buy Buy Baby, we took advantage of the “expectant mother” parking spot. I felt like a total slacker doing this! By the looks of [my giant-ness] in this photo, a walk from the back of the parking lot wouldn’t be a bad idea… I look huge!!


So much to look forward to in 2013.. Happy New Year!!




WEEK 29. [the first “baby”]

Anyone who knows me well, knows how much I love my dog. But even those who know that don’t really understand [unless you are equally as in love with your own dog]. Since I haven’t held my baby in my arms yet (although I feel massive love for her already), the only way I can describe the love I have for Lucy must be similar to the love you feel for another human—unconditional. Before you judge me (probably already did!), I realize the love I will feel for my daughter will likely feel significantly stronger than it is for my dog. With that being said…

I am not ashamed of how much I love Lucy because it only proves and shows a glimpse into the amount of love I am capable of sharing and feeling, and that can’t be anything but a good sign as an individual, right? There are days when I am petting/cuddling with her when my throat chokes up and tears well up in my eyes at the thought of potentially forgetting how strong my love is for her once the baby arrives. What if the connection and love I feel towards her diminishes? What if she starts to annoy me because I’m busy trying to take care of a baby? And heaven forbid, what if she hates me!? I don’t know what I’m more worried about… my love for her altering in some way or feeling like she doesn’t love me anymore?

Sometimes I worry about how I’m going to handle (not literally, because of course I can “handle” it) how powerful the love is going to be for my baby. If I love my dog so so so much, worry about her and her safety, and the thought of losing her is unbearable, how am I going to be able to control or handle those same feelings (x 1,000,000) for a tiny little human? I’ll explode and be a ball of anxiety every second of every day!

I know we will have to go through a transition period and adjust to a new normal in the house once Baby Koch arrives, but if there’s one thing that’s for sure, we’re going to do everything we can to keep it just as it is… plus one. We hope to do what we can to make it easier on Lucy to realize what is going on as well. After all, this will be a big deal for her because she currently is our baby and has been since she was a month old. (She was so little, I used to hold her in one arm and sweep the kitchen floor with the other!! SO adorable.) We plan to have someone bring a blanket [that the baby has been wrapped in] from the hospital to our house before we go home so that Lucy can get a good sniff of the new strange scent that will be joining our little “team”. And when we get home, I am plopping that infant seat (which contains the bambino!) right on the floor for Lucy to sniff and even give a big ole puppy kiss to. This little girl will love dogs! My hope is that they will end up being BFFs and our little girly will bring Lucy happiness, even more love, and keep her young at heart. (and vice versa!)

It’s impossible not to love this dog.



What else is up?

Baby Brain: It’s official, I don’t care what anyone says, this is real. The other morning at work I sat down and turned on my computer, promptly typing in my password only to see it fail to log in. I did it again and again, typing the password I have typed since August. I finally had to look for a sheet of paper where it was written down. Sure as shit, I had forgotten one character in the password. This is proof that baby brain really exists.

Doctor Says: Everything is right on track! Yay! I had the opportunity to ask her lots of questions.. Is the epidural needle really as big as everyone says it is? Will it suck as bad as I think it will? Am I going to feel paralyzed? Should we go to the labor+delivery class? Is there any way you can look at a person’s body structure and know their chances of a C-Section are less likely (not taking into consideration the hundreds of other factors that cause a women to need a C-Section)? Is it ok that I still comfortably sleep on my back? Can I get a massage? Will I squish or smother the baby if I lean over, putting pressure on my belly, too long? What vaccines do you give the baby, what are your views and what information/facts do you know as a doctor about the controversial vaccine epidemic?

Curse of the Curtains [Update]: After all that hard work of fabric choices and asking for opinions, I opted for a whole new fabric. It caught my eye and I went for it without too much thought (of course this would happen!). I think they will look fabulous (fingers crossed). Thanks to those who took the time to give me their opinions!! My sewing-master mother is using her terrific talent to sew the curtains for me, complete with black-out lining so that the little bambino can sleep peacefully in a dark room any hour of the day! Can’t wait to see the final product. She is also sewing me a crib mattress sheet in a super fun, coordinating fabric. (FYI: I do plan to have at least a few crib sheets, not just one.) Check out my super real-looking photoshop skills again… 🙂



We got a stroller! I am indescribably disappointed+bummed to have missed the special REI had going… Buy the BOB stroller+carseat adapter, get the carseat FREE ($199 value). Once I get over the fact that it’s another $199 we have to spend, I’ll wipe my tears and be fine. The stroller has been tested+approved by Lucy so we know it’ll be awesome. 🙂


Cory swears my belly keeps getting bigger by the hour. (He’s probably right!)… Or he just looks at me and says “WOAH! Did you eat a big dinner!?” 🙂



Countdown: 67 days to go! When I see that number it really puts things into perspective. Time has been flying by and along with 95% of the population I cannot believe it’s Christmas next week! (Unfortunately, I do have a sneaky suspicion that after Christmas, time will slow down to a snail’s pace, and February 23 won’t come soon enough.)

Anyone else still have 80% of their Christmas shopping to do? Every year I vow to start earlier, like November, and every year I fail miserably.

To end on a positive note, our house has been Christmasfied, complete with a fully decorated, REAL tree, lights on the house, a wreath on the door, and lots of other Christmas touches. (Even our Christmas cards have been sent out!) A Christmas tour blog post is coming soon!

WEEKS 26+27+28 [day 200]

I’ve officially been pregnant for 200 days!



The Thanksgiving holiday totally threw me off track of my weekly blogging. Something about going home-home puts me on the fast track of laziness+relaxation+no motivation. Four free days to do whatever I wanted, and I just could not get my fingers to type. Instead, they were busy feeding myself homemade chocolate cake with chocolate buttercream frosting (thanks for the birthday cake, mom!), leftover Thanksgiving stuffing, and Schwann’s peppermint ice cream all weekend…

With that being said..

How I’m feeling: Awesome. I am surprised at how good I feel and can only hope that it continues (fingers crossed!). I haven’t had heartburn or acid reflux, no swollen feet or hands, no backaches, and have been sleeping pretty great (aside from waking up a couple times to pee!). The only thing that is different about how my not-pregnant-self would feel, is that my belly is bigger than normal. And my abdominal muscles clearly don’t work very well. Sitting up for a laying down position is now more of a challenge. 🙂

I have nightdaymares of reaching a miserable stage… Watch, I’ll have fat fingers and won’t be able to wear my wedding ring, swollen feet so won’t be able to wear half my shoes, and a swollen face! I really hope not.

Bad Mama Moment: After drinking a bottle of Kombucha, I read the label. Kinda backwards(?). There, in red letters, it stated that if you are pregnant or breast-feeding, to consult your physician before consuming their products. I had googled this before drinking one and couldn’t find any clear indication to not drink it so really didn’t think it would be a big deal. I guess I’ll steer clear of them from here on out. You know those mishaps that make you feel like such a bad mama (this happens to me with Lucy too)? This was one of them.

Surprise: This time at my doctor apppointment, I remembered to ask what I weighed last time so I could see my progress. Much to my surprise (you know, after all the chocolate cake, leftover stuffing, and ice cream!), I gained two pounds since my appointment a month ago. It’ll be interesting to see what I gain these last 11 weeks…!

A+: I passed my glucose test with flying colors! (Again, all that cakestuffingandicecream I consumed over the weekend had me concerned about passing this!) Whoever says it’s soooo awful to drink needs to stop spreading rumors. First of all, it’s a tiny cup of liquid and it tastes like [fruit punch]! It was much better than any shot of liquor I’ve consumed, that’s for sure. My “score” was 123. I guess anything under 139 is considered normal. Yay, me!

Overheard: When I was waiting to get into my appointment, I overheard a soon-to-be baby daddy ask his future baby mama, “Why do you get so emotional when you hear the heartbeat? It’s weird.” Ummmm, I don’t know about you, but that would be grounds for a sock to the head arm had Cory said something like that to me. Dude, be nice to your pregnant wife!

It’s a Girl: I know, you already knew that. I asked my PA how much it would cost to do another ultrasound because I was having some “mild anxiety that she would come out a he“. She just smiled and said they would just do one quick, no problem (so nice!). Before you judge me and think I’m a weirdo… I’ve had multiple people tell me how somebody they knew thought they were having a girl and she ended up being a boy — after forming a connection+bond with a daughter and preparing for a girl, I am not sure how easy it would be to adapt to a boy if it were to happen. So I had the ultrasound and it has been confirmed — it’s a girl! It was so fun to see her cute little face again, watch her mouth open and close, and see her little heart beating. I even got more photos [for the fridge]!

Dreamin’: I love when I have dreams of our baby girl. I just had one, but all I remember is Cory holding her when I got back [from somewhere] and feeling pure happiness and love when I saw her face and took her from his arms! And, the other part I remember — feeling like I was going to drop her. There always has to be an anxiety-driven part of the dream, I guess. In the past, the dreams were about forgetting to feed her, not having any food to give her, and not being prepared in general for a baby in the house. Yikes. 

As Seen on TV: Anybody watch “Up All Night”? [Super funny… watch it.] Anyway, “Chris+Reagan” have the high chair I’m planning to buy! It’s always weird to see something you own (or in my case, plan to own soon) on TV. Isn’t it? Check it out…

Up all Night.

Up all Night.

Anyone have any opinions on which color I should get? I’m sure when the day comes that we have a baby boy (if that day comes), we probably won’t care if he sits in a pink highchair anyway, so I don’t want that to stop me from choosing the pink. 🙂

Holy Moly: I am now going to doctor appointments every two weeks and have scheduled the rest of them from here on out! And, it really puts things into perspective when I realize there is a chance I only have 9-10 weeks to go if I go into labor a little early!

Baby Purchases:

baby goods!

baby goods!

Is that chevron blanket not the cutest thing ever?? I have seen it at Target a couple times but it wasn’t at the Target in Woodbury. Instead of waiting in hopes of getting it as a gift off my registry (and for the fear that it would be gone by the time someone would potentially buy it), I scooped one up myself. I’m in love with it! Cory even commented on how he likes it and that is looks good with the new bassinet. 🙂

The Curse of the Curtains: Who would have thought picking out fabric for curtains would be so difficult? I thought I had a winner but my opinion changed the minute I saw it in person. It was too dark and earth-tonish, rather than soft, playful, and baby-ish. I then spent hours (yes, hours), on a Friday night, browsing fabric online in hopes of finding one that sparked my interested, without-a-doubt-in-my-mind. I found plenty that I love, but just cannot decide. This is where you come in. Please help. Here are my options, photoshopped into the room for the most the most accurate depiction. I think I know which is my favorite but would love to hear your thoughts too!



OR, my other thought is that I go with something completely opposite and keep it plain and neutral (white or white+grey pattern) for the curtains and use fun fabrics for accents around the room. This is me second guessing everything so the more insight I get from you guys, the better. Bring on the opinions!!



Is the neutral route too boyish with the orange zebra rug? I hope I’m not the only mama-to-be who has put a ridiculous amount of so much thought into this type of stuff! 🙂

Please vote!!

1. Highchair Color — Pink or Taupe?

2. Colored Curtains — 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, or 6?

3. Neutral Curtains — 1, 2, 3, 4, or 5?

4. Curtains — Colored or Neutral?



thirty candles.

because we wake up with our heads a little higher on our birthday, don’t we?

It seems like just the other day my sister was teasing me, saying I was a whole decade old on my 10th birthday (I cried). Fast forward twenty years and here I am — three decades old. Thirty years old. I’m not going to lie about my age or be sad that I’m 30 — heck no, I’m pumped! There are so many adventures I have to look forward to for this decade the next three decades of my life. Tim McGraw said it best… “The next 30 years will be the best years of my life… Raise a little family and hang out with my wife husband.” (Thanks, Tim.)

My day started out pretty ordinary with a couple minor set backs… the ice machine got clogged and when I opened the door, ice crashed to the floor; and after getting a few blocks from home, I realized I forgot my work computer and had to go back. Looking on the bright side, driving back home meant that I got to get another good look at the biggest birthday card ever!

happy 30th baby momma 🙂 (thanks, baby daddy)

I took the detour to work in order to make a stop at Starbucks for a super healthy Peppermint Mocha (Seriously, like Christmas in a cup). My co-workers brought in breakfast for a little birthday celebration and gave me a pink, glittery card with a unicorn on it. 🙂 For my “birthday lunch”, Cory and I made the best of the gorgeous, mild-temp day by going for a walk instead of out to eat. While on the trail, we passed by an older couple who were also walking hand-in-hand. They smiled at us as we did the same, and said, “After so many years, we still got it too!” as the woman swung her husband’s arm up. So cute. It’s amazing how a little walk on your lunch break makes you feel…

30th birthday baby bump+birthday walk

30th birthday baby bump+birthday walk

When the clock struck 5p, I headed home and saw these pretty packages waiting for me on the counter:

If Cory and I started gift wrapping business, I think we’d be millionaires. My husband’s got mad wrapping skills. He wrapped the striped one out of a Coach bag and even makes bows out of ribbon (I can’t make this stuff up!). And since we didn’t have any tissue paper, he decided to go green and use plastic Target bags (they actually looked kinda nice!). The pretty package’s contents..?

birthday goodies.

I kinda lied. It was actually just the racerback tank and a lulu gift-card, which I promptly spent before going to dinner. Much to my sadness, they only had one pair of red Wunder Unders left, one size too big. Cory had looked to buy them for me too, with no luck, before settling on the gift-card. I think it was a blessing in disguise because the Studio Pants are to-die-for. (I maybe wore them for five days straight over Thanksgiving weekend.) I had been wanting to purchase these for awhile now but always opted for something else. So glad I finally own a pair! I also have a feeling the fluorescent yellow ear warmer is going to come in handy this winter too.. If only it were at Welch Ski Village like most winters! (Due to my tendency of falling at least once when I’m out skiing + my off-balance center of gravity, I figured I better steer clear of the ski hill this year.)

We were in and out of Lulu just in time to make it to our dinner reservations at La Grolla right on schedule (this is very rare for me). As the server was walking us to our table, she stepped aside, much to my confusion, as I thought she was giving me the pick of tables in that area. Soon enough, I saw the Peines and then my sister and Nick, my cousin Rachel, and my cousin[in-law] Jake waiting for me as they said “SURPRISE!”. I was completely and utterly shocked. I had NO idea this was about to happen, which was a surprise in itself because I typically have a pretty good inkling when something [like this] is up. Cory pulled it off and I was overjoyed! Funny I didn’t get teared up given all the pregnancy hormones… All smiles (and probably a blushing face—not a fan of being the center of attention in a group of people)!


(On a side note: That’s what I look like when I’m not prepared for a photo? Yikes.) We enjoyed some amazing food over great conversation and when the plates were cleared, a server placed a little plate with a cupcake+candle in front of me, and then in front of everyone else. BUT, they weren’t just any cupcakes… No, Cory had ordered them from our favorite cupcake lady who also made our wedding and baby cupcakes—Miss Sara’s Cakery. Best husband of the year award!

It truly was a fabulous 30th birthday [despite being the only one to toast with a glass of ice water]! A gigantic thank you to the husband I’m so lucky+blessed to have in my life and to my great friends+family for joining in on the surprise dinner party on a Monday night.

sisters+cousin margaret

sisters+cousin margaret

More birthday goodies I was spoiled with…

they know me so well. :)

they know me so well. 🙂

Lululemon Vinyasa Scarf (I’m in love with this. It’s SO soft and cozy!)

Adorbs Chevron mug. I’m all about the chevron craze!

Q+A 5-year Journal. A question each day that you answer 5 years in a row. (My birthday [November 19] question: When was the last time you checked social media?)

Pretty-looking & pretty-smelling candle. (I love candles but never want to splurge on the cost of the best ones so to get this was a real treat! Now to give in and actually burn it…)

Lululemon gift-card! It’s currently burning a hole in my pocket…

Beautiful Cyclamen flower/plant. I have successfully kept three plants alive for almost a year… Think I can add a 4th to the list!?

WEEK 25.

It used to only happen at the mall, but online shopping has taken it to a whole new level — impulse buying. It takes seconds when your credit card and shipping/billing information is already on file and just a simple click of a button can empty your wallet place an order.

I was guilty a victim of impulse buying yesterday. You know, (seriously, sign up!) I got an email notification informing me that the new “shop” opening [in precisely 30 minutes] was BabyGap. I knew my fate the minute I saw that email and previewed the items. And I knew things would sell out quickly. I put a few things in my cart and watched as my allotted reserved time began it’s countdown. In the meantime, I had dialogue in my head with myself about whether or not I should place the order. I also wasn’t sure if I wanted a newborn size or 6-12 month size of one of the outfits (decisions, decisions!). I’ve been keeping my eyes peeled for a super cute “going home” outfit so ultimately decided to remove the 6-12 month size from my cart and keep the newborn one (as tempting as it was to just buy both!).

The reserved time was dwindling and I needed to make a decision. As I hovered the arrow over the “submit order” button, I knew it was totally impulsive and more money than I thought I should spend [impulsively]. But all the while, I didn’t care. I loved the little outfits. Loved. And she’s my first baby, my daughter, and she deserves every bit of cuteness, and what kind of mama am I if I don’t spoil her? In an instant “Thank you for your order” popped up on my screen…

BabyGap |

I did make a couple other [not-as-impulsive] baby purchases this week. Any mamas out there play RockaBye Baby music to their little ones? Do they like it? I downloaded one CD, and if you know me at all, you’d know that if my favorite band had a lullaby music option, I’d be all over it. And, they do! So excited about this. Cory laughed at me (because he thinks I’m crazy cute, of course.) when I told him I was going to start listening to it in the car so that our little girl hears it, gets used to it, and likes it when she joins us in this world. I totally think my concept could probably will work.


I’ll probably have to get a couple more juuuust in case I ever get sick of the 10 songs on this one. (U2 is next on my list!)

Every baby needs some cute socks to keep her feet warm, right!? I stole ordered these shoe-socks from Zulily for a whopping $10 for the set. (again, you should sign up for this site too!) Aren’t they so cute!? I went with the Classic colors, but really wanted the colorful ones too..

shoe socks.

And the one other thing I bought is the kick-ass orange zebra rug for her room. It’s Lucy-Approved! I have a feeling our 4-legged baby may spend her naps on this rug when her baby sis is sleeping in the crib. 🙂 I got an awesome deal on the rug too… it’s a thick wool, 5’x8′, 15% off, plus an additional 7% off, and free shipping = $140. And it came three days after placing the order! High five,!

rug |

This week, we also tackled the big project of painting the baby room! With a little tag-teaming, it went by in a flash. I typically am the “cutter-inner” while Cory takes on the rolling, but this time, not only did he roll, he helped cut in. (Who else hates taping!? I’d much rather cut in. Maybe it’s the artist in me.) We got a wild hair at 8pm on a Tuesday evening to start the project and finished by 11:30, clean up and all. Cory did end up doing one more coat of paint on the chalkboard wall, but I lucked out and didn’t have any part in it. 🙂 Here’s a before and after shot of the room, mess and all. You may not notice much difference yet, but I can’t wait to show photos (non-iPhone-photos) of it when it’s finished!

Although it looks brownish/taupe in this crappy photo, the finished product is actually grey with a slight purple undertone…

Coming up in week 26:

Little does Baby Koch know right now (FYI, if you are pronouncing this as Kock or Koch (with a -CH sound) in your head, that is wrong. It’s Coke, like the soda.) but she’s the reason I won’t be doing what I likely would be doing to celebrate my 30th birthday on Monday! You know, the usual thing a 30 year old would want to do — jump my brains out at SkyZone. 🙂 (Seriously, I want to go there so bad!) Or, perhaps have one too may glasses of my favorite wine (Apothic Red, please), a platter of mouth-watering sushi, and some chocolate chip cookie dough for dessert, followed by a nice big stretch out, on the floor, on my stomach. Nah, all that can wait until my 31st birthday. 🙂 I’d much rather celebrate turning 30, knowing I’m growing a healthy baby girl inside me. Best gift ever.

Also, I realize I haven’t taken this baby girl anywhere exciting for awhile. Well, lucky baby, she gets to make her “first trip” (if it can even be counted?) to my hometown of Hallock for the Thanksgiving holiday! I’m so excited for a long weekend away. There is just something about going home-home that gives me that warm-fuzzy feeling. Who’s with me? It’s also likely to be the last time I make that long drive home without a carseat (+baby) in the vehicle.. weeeeeirrrrrd!

Guess what… in just 20 days, I’ll be 200 days pregnant!