Stop, Drop and Blog

I’m three months postpartum. Tomorrow will mark 15 weeks since LittleBrother made his exit from my body and entered the world as we know it. I’ve let everyone know that I’ve reached my postpartum weight (but still have some weight to lose to hit my 2008 weight goal) but am still lamenting the fact that [...]

No. Not shapes. I’m not talking triangles and ovals, the latter of which are fondly referred to as “vovals” in this FireHouse. No. I’m talking shape. Singular. My shape. Because, wow, I’m not familiar with this shape at all.
I’ve hit my Pre-Pregnancy Weight. Mmhmm. Just a week shy of the three month mark and my [...]

I’ve been struggling. I’ve written about finding my groove with two. And it’s true. I’ve found a groove. We’re getting things accomplished. The laundry isn’t too far behind itself. I’m making meals. I’m getting books read. And I occasionally can shower and put on makeup and feel, almost, like a human being.
But my emotions? Yeah, [...]

I’ve decided to write about it. It being postpartum weight loss. I said I might. And then I never mentioned it again, kind of wishing that my silence would magically make the weight fall off and, as such, leaving me with no reason to ever mention it again. Negatory.
I gained 34 pounds with LittleBrother. Not [...]

Today I had an appointment. You know, the appointment. The one that falls six weeks after birthing a child into the world. The one in which the doctor inspects things, visible and not-so-visible, to make sure that everything is in working order. The visit that brings up a green light in several areas of life. [...]