For those who keep track of such things and will be wondering, same shirt, different yoga pants. But hey, not too bad for 20 weeks, right?
Ok, now here's how I look when I'm not killing myself to suck it in.
I keep telling myself that since I had lost 10 pounds before I got pregnant, the first 10 don't count because there was no way those 10 weren't jumping immediately back onto my ass, so really I've only gained like 7 pounds. Rocking.
I'm soliciting feedback on how to prevent this sort of thing from happening again over here today, so if you have just been dying to jump into a discussion about birth control of the sort to guarantee that one never gets pregnant again, today is your lucky day, head on over.
And now, if you will excuse me, I have to take a meeting (I crack me up) for an actual real job that I'm doing. Sure ok, it's just writing some web content and yes yes, it is for my father-in-law, but it isn't blogging and it isn't about being a mommy and it is honest to god getting paid to write because I happen to be fairly good at it, so yeah, I think I'm pretty hot shit.
And then I'm meeting Sarah to let the kids run around like the little maniacs they are and then smear themselves with pizza, which I'm sure will be much more fun than the work thing but Sarah has yet to offer to pay me to hang out with her, so I guess I'll do the work thing too.