Wonderful news: Despite all of my anxiety, I made it through the WHOLE NIGHT without any panicked moments, or even having to use the restroom at all! I'd mention how I'm a big fan of celebrating small victories, but I would consider NOT wetting the bed as a way-too-old adult to be a pretty sizeable victory.
So after 8 1/2 hours of sleep, I'm so tired this morning I wish I could cry. It's also about time that I let you know I've been putting on some weight, which is entirely inappropriate for someone who is five minutes pregnant. 151.4 this morning, which makes loads of sense when you consider the amount of ice cream I've been consuming.
Sometimes I used to wish I could make it halfway through a pregnancy without realizing I was pregnant, in hopes that I'd spend a month or two NOT getting all blimpified. I guess I can only dream...
Note for the day: It doesn't really count as "eating for two" when one of those two is the size of a poppy seed.
Stories and gripings about exercise, dieting, life, and what it's been like learning to leave the love handles behind.
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