Well. It snuck up on me but...I'm back down to my prepreg weight!! Yay! I'm not as fit as I was so that's definitely my next goal but...yay! ::dances:: I haven't weighed myself in ages because it was just soooo depressing. Especially since I kept seeing these women at the store. at church. outside. EVERY-freaking-WHERE that I would look at and say, "that baby looks a week old. She looks better than me. Oh, that baby is really little. And SHE looks better than me, too.
Everyone looks better than me!" Of course, I would tell myself that they also probably didn't have IV and blood transfusion swelling which helped but...so depressing. I just randomly decided to hop on the scale because all but maybe one or two pairs of pants fit and most of my shirts fit now.
I also weighed Autumn and she's about 16 pounds. Yay for the teeny cute baby! I really, really don't want her to hit any major growth spurts until she can
walk. Lol. She's doing well. Not sleeping great at night but I'll take that over other problems we could have. Solids are still a meh. She's not interested other than the Night o' Barfing's banana happiness. She's kind of getting the hang of a sippy cup and that's pretty cute. She can tip it up but hasn't figured out that chewing isn't going to bring out the water.
Back to cleaning now...
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