The Kayci Paige Perspective

  So, let's rewind nine glorious months, shall we? The day my life decided to take a sharp left turn into the land of baby bumps and unsolicited advice. It started like any other day: two F45 classes, step goals crushed, and a perfectly balanced meal of high protein and Greek yogurt. You know, the usual. Then a sudden realization! Three days late. Three. Days. Late. My period, the reliable clockwork of my existence, had gone rogue. Cue the panic. I grabbed a test, peed on a stick, and there it was. Two lines. Instantaneously. Like, before I even had time to process what was happening. "That can't be right," I thought. So, naturally, I did what any sane person would do: drove back to the store and bought the test that spells it out in no uncertain terms. "Pregnant." Yep, that's what it said. And all of this happened before 7 AM. Because as previously discussed. I thrive on starting my days early.  Now, I had a solid 11 hours to mentally spiral before I co...

So, you wanna know why you should listen to me? Fair enough. Let’s rewind. To really kick this blog off right, and inject some much-needed credibility into my future rants, we're going back to where it all began. Picture this: 18-year-old me, wide-eyed and ready to conquer the iron jungle of Gold’s Gym (now Momentum Fitness). I saw those bikini show prep girls, and I was hooked. I wanted that physique, that confidence, that… gallon jug of water?  Now, let’s be clear, I wasn’t exactly starting from scratch. I’ve always had a naturally muscular build. But “on purpose?” Nah. I was clueless about nutrition, lifting, the whole shebang. But I was determined to become one of the gym bros complete with the cut off t-shirt to wear during my 2 hour stair stepping event everyday.  And let me tell you, that era was… something. Unsustainable diets, glorified starvation, and enough supplements to make a chemist blush. Remember those days of eating 3-4 almonds to fuel a double workout? Yeah,...

Hey everyone, Kayci Paige here, 30 going on 31, and officially in the "countdown to baby boy" zone. Let's get real for a minute, shall we? I've always been that person- the annoying one who prioritizes health (God forbid we do that right?), makes "weird" food choices (aka whole foods that are weirdly frowned upon?), and actually enjoys working out (makes time, when she doesn't have time? ew). The one who makes other people uncomfortable because, let's face it, your healthy choices are a mirror to their not-so-healthy ones . I've learned to tune out the noise, to brush off the side-eye. But pregnancy? Oh, pregnancy is a whole different ballgame. Those two pink lines didn't just announce a baby; they announced the official Opinion Onslaught. Suddenly, everyone—and I mean EVERYONE—had something to say. "Eat for two!" "Rest, rest, rest!" "Why are you still working out?" "Enjoy gaining weight!" (Yeah, thanks...