Let’s talk about why I’m passionate about helping moms live their healthiest life. It’s not because I love working out or because I love cooking fresh healthy meals…because I wouldn’t say I love those things.

I love spending time with my son. I love being able to keep up with him and take him places where he can be free to explore, learn, and grow into who is mean to become. 

Taking care of my health is what allows me to create the life for my son that I want him to experience. 

But that’s way easier said than done. 

It took five years for my son to arrive earthside. I had a feeling it might take a while to get pregnant, but the journey to motherhood was WAY longer and bumpier than I ever could’ve guessed.

We started the journey to become a family in 2016. It was pretty quickly determined that it would be difficult for me to conceive without intervention. I vividly remember the day I was given the diagnosis of PCOS. It was halloween. I came home from the doctor appointment, told my husband the news. Then we sat on our porch passing out candy to trick or treaters dreaming of one day having a child of our own to take trick or treating.

I remember feeling so much hope that day. We had a name for what was holding us back. It felt like now that we knew what the problem is, it can be fixed. 

Only it wasn’t that easy.

Over the next two years we tried various methods of treatment to make my body function “normally.” Ultimately, IVF became our best option for possibly having a child. In July of 2018 I had my egg retrieval procedure. In September I had my first embryo transfer. It was successful.

But only for ten weeks. We learned the heartbeat was no longer present at our 11 week (and third) ultrasound appointment. A week later I had a D&C. I had terrible morning sickness up until the surgery and then I bled from the procedure for weeks.

What followed was two more unsuccessful embryo transfers.

At this point it had been 4 years of doctor appointments, medications, shots, and a whole spectrum of undesirable physical and mental side effects of the experience. The side effects affected the number on the scale, the kind of and amount of workouts I could do, and the foods I was able to eat (morning sickness and food aversions are a bitch).

I knew that “healthy” wasn’t determined by a number on the scale or a specific diet or the amount of workouts done a week…but enduring the ups and downs of our fertility journey made me downright vehement about it. 

A number on the scale wouldn’t guarantee the health needed to get pregnant. Eating certain foods also wouldn’t give a guarantee. 

Through this process I learned the balance and grace that allowed me to support my healthiest self in a way that honored what period of life I was experiencing.

In January 2021 we were preparing for our final embryo transfer. Our last shot at becoming parents. After a blood work appointment, we learned things weren’t right to continue with the planned transfer, so we had to push it back a month.

On February 3rd I took a pregnancy test so I could tell our nurse I wasn’t pregnant and that we wanted to wait a few months for the final transfer.

That test result was the darkest positive pregnancy line I’d ever seen.  

Regardless of what you believe in spiritually or religiously, this was a miracle. A gift that at times I feel so incredibly undeserving of and other times feels incredibly earned.

But the gift of our son did come with complications. I was sick for the majority of the pregnancy. I struggled with nausea, food aversions, and nerve issues made walking difficult.  And at my 28 week appointment my blood pressure was so high I was told, “you’re going to the hospital and you won’t be leaving until after your baby is born.” Oof.

I was supposed to stay pregnant for 6 weeks….I made it 4 days before my health was so declined that delivery was the best option for everyone. So at 29 weeks and 1 day, Arlo made his entrance into the world. We both struggled. I ended up back in the hospital for a week due to severe mastitis, and spent 87 days in the NICU that included infections and a cardiac arrest. 

And yet, here we are in 2025 thriving. 

Taking care of yourself is SO much more than many fitness influencers will admit. It’s not “never miss a monday” or doing a 75 Hard. (You can read why here.)

There’s 100s of way to take care of yourself and be the healthy fit version of yourself that you dream of WITHOUT following some strict challenge or giving up the things that bring you joy.

That’s why I’m incredibly passionate about helping moms.

I know you have a million things on your plate. I know you’re going to get sick and still have to care for your child(ren). I know you want time for yourself and to feel good in your clothes and eat healthy food – but you just have so much shit going on.

The last 9 years I’ve been navigating how to best support my health while enduring life’s craziness. It’s why I take a whole life approach to personal training. Yeah, I can give you workouts. But I can also listen, understand, and provide tools so you can be successful regardless of what your life looks like. 

You deserve to feel your best self and soak in every moment of this journey called motherhood.

If this resonated with you, and you want to be a part of a cohort of moms ready to be their healthiest selves while showing up for their family the way they envision, the Fit & Flourishing program is for you. The inaugural cohort starts March 20th with beta testers joining for 50% off the total pricing. If you want the opportunity to join at the beta testing rate, visit the Fit & Flourishing page here.