This week has been kindof rough. Baby fever is back in full force, and I don't see it going away any time soon. Only 8 months until I can start trying for a baby... yay? Man that seems like too long from now. If only the thing with my Nigerian prince had panned out, then I'd be a millionaire!
Because I have nothing to say today other than I want a baby N.O.W., I'm going to leave you with this song (which always gets stuck in my head when I think of how I have baby fever).
I've been on this weight loss journey for about 3 months now, and I still haven't lost 10 pounds yet. While I'm disappointed about this, I'm not nearly as disappointed as bodymedia is.
C came home yesterday after almost 2 weeks of being gone. First he had a work conference, and then he flew to California to buy a motorcycle. [He sold his old motorcycle to do it, so it's Year of Austerity approved.] We've never been apart from each other for this long (well, we have, but that time *I* was the one out having fun), and it was not a good time for me. Especially since I was sick and had a puppy to take care of. Blargh. Oh well. He's home now, and I'm NEVER LETTING HIM LEAVE AGAIN. MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA
Sorry I've been sort of persona non grata 'round these parts, folks. Between being sick and taking care of the puppy by myself, I'm just one worn out momma.