We've had a couple of rough nights with Lily. I'm ready for the 6 week magic to kick in so we can get more than two hours of sleep at a time. I'm also ready for the crying between 11 and 2 to end. But, in good time it will all be just a memory. Please?
Tomorrow it my 6 week check up. Wow. That went fast. I'm not ready to not have an excuse to not exercise. I am ready to have a waistline though. Currently, there's not any side difference between my stomach and hips, one line, just a very dysfunctional hourglass shape. My pants won't stay up. And, even though Ella was born two months earlier in the year than Lily, I wasn't this size with Ella until warmer weather. So, while this weight loss is much better, I don't have anything for long pants in this size. Just capri pants. And I'm certainly not about to go buy more fat pants to wear for a month. Good thing Ella and Lily don't typically require me to be very fashionable. Lily is very non-discriminating as to what outfits she spits up on.
One month until my running club begins. Uh oh.



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