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An ounce of prevention is worth a pound of cure

12 Jul

I called my old OBGYN office this week to request the medical transcripts from my pregnancy with Navy and y’all? It. Was. Staggering. It’s really no wonder I was hospitalized at week 36 with high blood pressure! I mean, sure there are other much more unhealthy and overweight pregnant women out there who don’t deal with those kind of issues and the blood pressure/weight gain stuff could have been completely unrelated but looking back on how much I gained and how FAST I gained it was enough to stop me dead in my tracks. I remember after Navy was born, how I expected (stupidly) to walk home from the hospital at LEAST 20 pounds lighter and feeling more slim and fit right away. Shitsaplenty, I was WRAWNG!!!!!!!! I didn’t even lose 5 pounds at the hospital (which makes NO HUMAN SENSE because Navy weighed over 6, so MATH THAT!!!). Here is a treacherous photo of me a few days after delivering Navy, weighing in at a whopping 185 pounds.


BAZOOMBA! Let me be ultra clear that there are MANY women of different shapes and sizes, heights and bone structures, that can pull off 185 (OR MORE!) pounds and look gorgeous. I am not built for that weight though, so it took over every part of my body. My boobs, my arms, my face, my thighs, my FINGERS for the love of Pete. It was a plague that hung around when I thought it would drip off of me like melting wax. Can we all just take a moment to collectively say that I was in DENIAL!? You don’t get this big without noticing it. Except I did. I would look in the mirror and think, “This is NORMAL!” or worse, “I’m doing SO MUCH BETTER than so many pregnant women” which just made me complacent with the numbers rising on the scale.

So as I looked through the transcripts this week (and the doctors’ notations that said things like “Discussed weight gain” after a 15 pound gain within 4 weeks), I got some serious resolve about me. I’m almost 27 weeks pregnant this time and while I know I’m doing better with the gain than I did last time, I’ve reached the point where it could become a slippery slope in a matter of a few missteps. See, in my head I look in the mirror and go “I can’t be THIN right now so screw it, bring me a blizzard” but THAT my friends is exactly the mindset that got me to where I was after Navy was born. Now look, I’m not super woman. I’m not a super athlete. I’m not athletic at all, in fact. I don’t really enjoy working out, I’d rather eat a McDonalds #2 meal than a salad, and I have never believed in deprivation because that’s what leads to binge eating. But after reviewing my transcripts and remembering how awful it felt to just be fat and uncomfortable post-baby, I’m determined to stay on a good path with this one. I haven’t done great so far, but I’m telling myself that it’s not too late to develop healthier habits that will accompany me through the rest of this pregnancy. Starting with my new gym membership and continuing with less snacking and  late-night sweets. This, my dear readers, is called common sense. Sometimes I’m slow. But I truly believe that it’s going to be easier for me to SLOW DOWN the weight gain than it will be to lose a ton of weight after the baby is here. So, as the old adage goes, an ounce of prevention is worth a pound of cure. Now if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to Zumba (which should be really funny to watch, so feel free to join me at the 10am class at ICE if you’re in the mood for a little pregnant “Hips Don’t Lie” shimmy-shaka time).




Working clothes that are something other than sweatpants for a change

4 Aug

My first business trip for Courtney Bock Designs was about two weeks ago.  I was exhibiting the line at the Chicago Living and Giving / Beckman’s Trade Show, where hundreds of other exhibitors in the gift, baby and handmade industry were showcasing their wares. Right along with little ol’ me.  It was totally nerve-wracking and exciting to be an exhibitor, and I came away from the whole experience feeling totally invigorated and go-get-em about CBD.  I think obnoxiously so.  But it was the best I’ve felt about the future of the company in, um, ever. I was PUMPED! And also HIGHLY CAFFEINATED!!! And so I spend the long exhibition hours making a 1 year plan and a 5 year plan and new product sketches and new logos and overall kicking some major boo-tay in the administrative arena. And in addition to covering some major ground on the goal-setting front, I got some great new orders and am super excited to have picked up several new boutiques who will be carrying Courtney Bock Designs (!!!). It’s really exciting to know that in other parts of the country, people can be shopping in their favorite stores and find MY stuff. That people I don’t know or have never met or seen will be wrapping their babies in MY blankets, and dressing their kids in MY bodysuits and baking cookies in MY aprons. Like, that’s awesome. Point blank. It makes me giddy.

While I was there, I made a point to chronicle each of my outfits on instagram (username courtneybschultz in case you feel so inclined to follow me) which was only slightly awkward and narcissistic, I KNOW, but it was all so I could report back here that yes, in fact, people will buy products from someone wearing yellow pants. Now you know. I’ve been inspired by my new favorite fashion blog which I’ve mentioned before (J’s Everyday Fashion) so in the style of J herself, here is a little breakdown of my werking gerl outfits in all of their glory.

Day 1


Blouse: Ann Taylor Loft (here)

Belt: Michael Kors from TJ Maxx (Similar here but mine is camel leather instead of logo)

Pants: Forever 21 (here)

Shoes: Lucky Brand (here)


Day 2:

Blouse: Francesca’s Collection (here)

Belt: Same

Pants: Seven for All Mankind “Dojo” in black (bought on Gilt, but also here)

Shoes: Same

Watch: Anniversary gift from le babe daddy


Day 3:


Blouse: Francesca’s Collection (belongs to my sister, SHARING IS AWSOME – here)

Skirt: TJ Maxx, can’t help ya there.

Shoes: Same

Belt: Same


Evening 3:

Jeans: Joe’s (here)

Shoes: Tory Burch Flip Flops (sold out and have since been eaten by my dog. effin a)

Purse: Michael Kors from Marshall’s circa 2010ish


Day 4:


Shirt: TJ Maxx (similar-ish here)

Sweater: Target (turquoise not available online, but more colors here)

Jeans: Same

Belt: Same

Shoes: Birthday gift, Tory Burch Reva Flats in Royal Tan (here)


So there you go. Now we can at least say I’ve gotten dressed in real clothes a minimum of 4 times in the last 8 months and I have photographic documentation to prove it, dangit!!!



Since it’s mid-June I guess I’ll post about May

15 Jun

My timing is (per usual) completely off, but May was a hugenormous month at our house, so here’s the light-on-words/heavy-on-photos wrap up of last month:

-Indianapolis Mini Marathon:

I ran my second half marathon on May 5 in Indianapolis with my little sister. It was a beautiful day (albeit hot) and I am slightly proud that I ran 13.1 miles almost 5 months to the day after delivering little Navy boy. I wanted to die at mile 12 where our family was waiting to see us right before the finish and Stockton, thinking it would be a super cool effect to video record me on his new slow motion video app (I almost said video tape, but doesn’t that refer to a device that indeed contains a tape roll, thus ruling out the iPhone as a taping device? I’m over thinking this SNAFU.). He, however, failed to think about the timing of my morning and that it had been about 3 hours since I had woken up our BREASTFED baby and fed him his last meal before my run, thus THE HUGE BOOBS WERE HUGE and my TWO sports bras weren’t enough to contain the intense amount of boob bouncing that was going on IN SLOW MOTION HOW HOT OMG. Except it wasn’t hot. It was really really scary. Those things could poke an eye out.

Here’s Maddie and I (arms up in the middle of the photo, I’m in black, she’s in purple) actin’ a fool on the Indianapolis Speedway, cuz we iz speedy.


Me finishing (bottom left). And my actual time was NOT 2:33:33 thankyouverymuch. It was 2:18 (which wasn’t great I REALIZE, but still better than 2:33).

Check out that face. SHOOOOO!!!!! Get me OUT of here.

-My first mother’s day ❤

Stockton (and Navy) got me a beautiful necklace with my boy’s name on it and it is officially a part of my daily uniform.

– {Family birthdays / Friend Baby Showers / Friend Weddings }

– Camp Mamiepapawana 2012 aka Summercamp!!

Last year my parents began an annual summer tradition of wrangling the entire ever-growing gang (we had two new members this year between Harper and Navy) and heading to their condo in Ft. Myers Beach, Florida for a week of fun, sun, and buckets of crazy drink concoctions. It’s nothing short of awesome and obnoxious. We even wear matching shirts like big touristy losers. And you know what? I don’t remember hearing anyone in the group complain because WEIRD GOES WITH WEIRD and we fit that bill.

Good big sissy feeding lil peanut


Mamie/Camp Director in her natural habitat

My little deck hand

Teaching Avalon how to be a shark. duh.

Beachin it with the babes

Camp directors / total cuties

We maaaaay or may not have taught Avalon the phrase “Get on my level” whilst enjoying 2 for 1 happy hour at the tiki hut…. I won’t comment any further on it.

First ice cream NOM!

Sand eater.

Happy mates.

Navy takes the helm – he’s obviously a natural


Harper’s all “Don’t cry Baby Naby. Eat da sand. Ees GOOD!!!”

Navy’s favorite activity of the week was surfing.

Carlos (c/o The Hangover)

The Crew. In all of our matchy weirdness.

So there you have it. That post wasn’t even that interesting but I’m exhausted. I don’t know how real bloggers do this on a daily basis.

The Post-Partum Weight Loss Story

11 Apr

Well, the big hot topic after all women have babies, of course, is WEIGHT LOSS!! As if there isn’t enough pressure on new moms to KEEP A BABY ALIVE and DON’T LOSE YOUR SHIT EVERY DAY, now everyone wants to stare you up and down to see just how good (or not so good) your bod is. I will admit that when I first became pregnant, I was that woman who was all “I’m going to be a fit mom” and “I’m only going to get pregnant right in my belly” and “My arms are going to look good at 9 months pregnant” (how asinine and ignorant a goal!).  And yet, dear readers (do I even HAVE any readers?), none of those goals were met. In fact, I win the award for blowing all of my goals out of the water within, oh, 6 weeks?! Because I found out I was pregnant at 3 weeks (like, practically 5 minutes post-conception I do believe) and thus began a carte blanche binge eating Festivale de Fetus.

Rewind to my honeymoon, where, for all intents and purposes, I was in the best shape of my life (and so in looooovveeeee):


I think I was about 135 pounds in this picture. This was Day 1 of the honeymoon. I was 15 pounds heavier after the honeymoon because I ate like this at every single meal:


I literally struggled to find a photo from our honeymoon that didn’t involve gross amounts of food, but ay papi, I hope they serve guacamole in heaven. BUT I DIGRESS!

So then here I am (7 months later) and almost pregnant (excuse the totally queer photo… we were on a vacation in Florida and I was definitely a few more pounds for the worse than in the honeymoon pics, hence the awkward try-to-look-skinnier-than-you-are pose):


I believe I was dancing around in the low to mid 140’s in this picture.

Then, about 2 weeks later, TA DA!! I passed a pregnancy test with flying colors at a mere 3 weeks pregnant (so, err…. Florida baby??), and my official “starting pregnancy weight” as measured by my doctor’s scale was 146 pounds. About 10 pounds higher than I WISH I would’ve started out (wop wop, so long sexy pregnant arm dreams).

My pregnancy was rough, and since I know many women share my misery and WORSE, I don’t want to exaggerate the suckiness, but just to say very few nutritious food items were appealing due to my seriously overwhelming morning (and afternoon and night) sickness.  So what’s a girl to do but eat Dairy Queen Blizzards for 3 meals a day!??! I had to feed my growing baby somehow!!!! Here I am at LESS THAN 20 weeks pregnant and showing WAY more than necessary, but feeling confident because HEY! BUMP! JUST ONE! As opposed to the first 17ish weeks which were just a progression of my belly (and other various body parts) becoming overall lumpier in a very unpregnant-just-fat kinda way.Image

I invite you to check out the boob shelf that was forming as well as the dimply thigh/butt region (note to readers: the baby wasn’t in my ass, hence there was no reason for it to gain the weight that it did, damn those blizzards).

Our first anniversary (21 weeks pregnant) and what was that I was saying before I got pregnant about having skinny arms? Err…..


And 32 weeks pregnant. 32!!! That meant that if I were to have delivered on my due date and not 3 weeks early THANK YOU GOD, I would have had 2 months left. DA FUCK!?


As a result of the good Lord showing some mercy on me, I delivered my baby boy 3 weeks early and here I am during the week I was hospitalized pre-induction. Because nothing is sexier than a fat, cranky bitch, knitting:


And after delivery:


Yayyyyy, babiessssss.

Whew ok. That’s the pregnancy journey. Now for the POST pregnancy journey.

Little boy blue was born December 4th which means I still had the bulk of the month of December to enjoy, which meant COOKIES! and COCKTAILS!! and GENERAL CHRISTMASTIME FATTERY!!!!!! Here I am looking especially frightening while introducing my niece to her new cousin:


The hugeness. It overwhelms me. And makes everything else look so teeny tiny in comparison, no??

Ok, so I think I had just had it. I wanted to wear my wedding ring again. I wanted to wear all the clothes in my closet! My eleventy million pairs of premium denim were MOCKING ME in all my fatness. And people, I don’t tell you all this to freak you out, but to tell you, yeah. We’ve all been there. We’ve all worn maternity pants when we’re not pregnant. We’ve all used “But I’m nursing and need extra calories” as an excuse to eat 7 pieces of pizza. I, especially, have been there. And you know what? Those nasty but fun habits that you form during pregnancy when you treat it as a 9 month race to GAIN ALL THE POUNDZ are hard to break after the fact. I just knew that I had to do something or I would easily become one of the zillions of women who has a baby and just never loses the baby weight.

I didn’t do anything extreme. I barely did anything even moderately. I started diets and then quit after 10 minutes. But what did seem to work for me was trying to clean things up by cooking more (my husband and I are HUGE restaurant junkies), exercising more, and just generally focusing on saying NO to the really bad stuff, but still allowing myself some pleasure in my diet and lifestyle.  And 4 months later, I am beyond thrilled to tell you, it’s all gone. And then some.

Here I am this past weekend with my little family (exactly 4 months to the day post partum):


I realize this photo doesn’t show you much because no, I’m not wearing a bikini or anything super-modelesque. Because even though I’ve lost all the pounds, baby making does crazy things to your bod. It’s not the body it was before it, well, made another body.  Things are displaced. I’m still nursing and my boobs are disrespectfully enormous. And saggy. And generally less pre-baby-perky. But that’s ok. I’m adjusting to this new body, and you know what? I’m not really ashamed to say that it’s the best I’ve felt in my whole life, because it feels so good to know that in 9 months I gained 35 pounds, and in 4, I lost 40. It’s an ongoing process, and I will run my second half marathon on May 5th (training for which has comprised the bulk of my exercise regimine) and I can’t tell you how proud I am to say that 5 months after my son was born, I got my rear in shape for a half marathon. I know stronger women have accomplished much more. Many more women are thinner, fitter, stronger and better looking after their babies come. But I’m cool with this. And you know what? I say this because I truly, truly, madly, deeply, insanely believe it: if I can do this, anyone can. The proof is in the pictures, know’msayin’?

So there you have it. The most volatile year my body has ever endured, and it came out the other end not too shabby.

All joking aside, I hope this is a motivation to those who are struggling with their post-pregnancy bodies, and that we can embrace what we’ve got and be really, really proud of the fact that we are women, hoo-rah, baby making badasses, stretch marks be damned. So stop worrying about if you’re going to ever fit in those jeans again. You might not. A child shot out of your baby chute for pete’s sake, things shifted! But just know, you will be a better you after having your baby whether you are back to your original jean size or not. And it’s all so, so dang worth it.