Then I head into the kitchen about 2 minutes behind him, and silently decide that I need two marshmallows, a 1/2 a hershey's bar, and some nuts on top of that ice cream. As I'm quietly loading all of this onto a plate to microwave it to just the right gooey-goodness level, Matt looks over at me, and he's already lost it. He's laughing so hard he can barely say it: "Just ice cream, huh?" This isn't saying much about my bladder control, but I have to say that was a pant-peeing laugh we had standing there in the kitchen, facing that lie head-on (just me, Matt had no problems with his bladder). Ahhhh Denial. It's such a powerful thing huh?
Today I headed back to the gym, and I'm sad to say that 30 minutes of aerobic exercise, the real kind, not just the pushing a stroller for a couple of miles while I go whatever pace I want, was a challenge. Thirty-three weeks and three days pregnant, and I feel like a contestant on the biggest loser. You know, the ones who cry a lot and keep saying that they know they want to change but it's just so much harder than they thought. Ugh. I hear ya, sista. This weight loss is going to be a tough...my only hope is the old axiom that says when you have two kids to chase, there is no time to eat. All I can say is that I've always found time before-- so we'll see about that. And oh, by the way, I see plenty of women with scores of kids who never lose the weight, so I am not falling for that "it just falls off of you while you're chasing them" lie. Something tells me I'll have to work at it.
On a less self-centered note: This weekend we embark upon one of the most stressful things we've done as parents. Moving Carson to his Big Boy room. The fun kicks off on Friday night. It's the cutest darn room you've ever seen, I'll post pictures sometime this weekend. Bye all!
Can't wait to see pix!!!!
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