I went grocery shopping today. Alone. It was glorious. No husband to hurry me along or to be embarrassed when I ask the deli lady if I can try three different hams before deciding on one. No baby to whine halfway through the trip. Just me, my list and the food.
Everyone is sick but me. I don't even have a headache. No sniffles. I'm impressed. And I have no reason why I'm not sick. I kiss my flu baby whenever I can!
Our Christmas tree and stockings are still up. We can't let go. Or we are super lazy.
I posted a pretty personal video on Facebook. I wanted to share with a lot of close family and it was easier to do it on Facebook. I guess I'm not that private.
I have lost five pounds in two weeks. How? I don't know. Running like crazy from home to work to home to work and nursing my son. Keep it coming off! I'm seven pounds from my pre-pregnancy weight!
I'm addicted to impractical jokers. I can watch the same episode a few times in a row and still laugh.
It's cold. And I'm terrible at layering. Or wearing scarves, boots, hats or gloves. I just wear a normal outfit with a peacoat: skirt, top, heels and jacket. It's the Florida in me.
There's nothing cuter than a fat baby. Except MY fat baby.
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