Project Fat@ss

The new year is, of course, a time of reflection and resolutions. This is my first resolution: I will reach my goal weight of 130.

I gained some weight getting pregnant and having a baby. You read that right—everybody gains weight when they’re pregnant, but who in the h*ll gains weight having a baby?! I do, apparently. I weighed 180 pounds on B’s birthday and I weighed 172 a week later when I was finally able to step on a scale. B weighed more than 8 pounds, himself! So, I’m on a quest. I’ve already dropped 30 pounds (which takes me to my pre-pregnancy weight); now I just need to lose the 12 that I should have lost before I got pregnant. And I’m sharing my numbers with the interwebz. Today I weighed in at 142.2. Only 12.2 to goal! Unfortunately, this weekend I perfected the art of the homemade cinnamon roll. Somehow I don’t think that’s going to help.

It's Alive!!!!

I honestly wasn't sure I remembered the password. Thank the FSM for cookies. There will be new posts coming very soon, but nothing tonight. :)

The nursery is done!

Now all I need is a baby.

Attention, conservatives: He's JOKING.

During an interview with 60 minutes, Stephen Colbert told Morley Safer that he doesn't let his children watch his show because they don't get his irony. Apparently conservatives don't, either.

Be careful what you ask for

At roughly 20 weeks is when you can expect to start feeling the baby's movement and by 24 weeks I was really starting to get anxious because I hadn't even felt anything that could have just been gas. And then finally it happened--and it was glorious! G could even feel the movement right away. 6 weeks later, can I just say I'm over it? I mean, I do still like feeling him there (and it's very reassuring!), but his movements have changed from a pleasant thump on the outer belly area to more of a rolling movement that I'm pretty sure is jacking up the feng shui of my internal organs. If he's moved my spleen out of the prosperity corner, I'm going to be mad! I'm just sayin'.

Given his latest antics, G & I are considering abandoning our prior name choice and are now considering the following options. Please weigh in with your favorite.

Like our own private episode of Rescue Me

Just about the time G & I were about to leave for our latest ultrasound appointment, I looked out the front window to find the following scene:Note the police car blocking the driveway and the two (two!) fire trucks blocking the entire street. When I first looked out, the smoke was so thick I couldn't see across the street. Fortunately it was just the car (you can see the charred hood just past Engine 71) and not the house, but you could see the flames coming from it. Crazy.

I must be stuck in a parallel universe.

Down is up. Up is down. And Iowa is now officially more progressive than California.