All righty then! I'll let you know when I've got a new space. I'm not sure when I'm going to get serious about this (read: I am eating a brownie as I type) but most likely in the next week or two. My mom read my post this weekend and was all, "I can't believe you're even THINKING about that right now" but I don't know. I was thinking about it through the whole pregnancy. Call me shallow!
I stepped on the scale this morning for the first time in at least a month or two- I stopped keeping track somewhere in the third trimester and refused to look at the scale in the doctor's office (which is old and decrepit and WRONG ANYWAY.) I am positive I gained as much weight as I did with Jack (45 pounds) if not more. (Probably more.) But as of this morning I have 34 pounds to lose to get back to pre-Molly weight. Which, incidentally, would also be my pre-Jack weight. I got pregnant again at the same exact moment I could start wearing all my old clothes. Lucky me! So. 34 pounds. I can do it.
AAAAAAND that is the last you'll read about THAT. Unless you are into the whole weight loss kick thing and wander over to check out my not-yet-published new digs.
IN OTHER NEWS: Phillip turns 30 today. I hate to say it, but the only thoughts I've had re: Phillip's birthday are: Please don't let the baby be born on Phillip's birthday. And with that taken care of, it really hasn't been on my radar. ROTTEN WIFE. So my parents got him a weed whacker and my sister bought him a human-sized bag of gummi bears and my other sister made him cupcakes and I... did nothing. I held Molly up and said, "Look! I made this for you!"
I asked him what he wanted to do today and he said, "Buy something." Do you have a husband like this? Mine likes to buy expensive things. He's all about retail therapy. The reason I own shoes from stores other than Payless is because Phillip gives me lectures about Quality and Things That Last. So I asked him where he wanted to spend money and he said, "At this point even the grocery store would suffice." SAD.
We were all going to go to Costco until it got sort of late in the morning and we started thinking about the production it is getting two kids in and out of the car. So Phillip took Jack to the bank and the playground and I am home with the little one, who is hanging out in her Peanut Shell (LOVE. LOVE. LOVE.) and learning how to get all cranky about Mommy typing on the laptop. She learns quick, this one.
I'm working on The Gory Details and also Molly: Quite Possibly An Even Easier Baby Than Her Brother (I Shall Now Duck While You Throw Rotten Vegetables). But for now you get more pictures.