So a couple of weeks ago my husband and I had this earnest conversation late at night about having another chlld. We decided that given Toot’s horrible habit of waking up 4 times a night despite having a year to learn to do otherwise, we’d wait 6 months and think about trying again.
Next morning I feel… different. Nothing I could put my finger on. And my face was breaking out — who still breaks out at 38? Ugh. I rummaged for a test, couldn’t find one, and ran to the drugstore on my way to another appointment. I was a half-hour early and after fidgeting for 20 minutes decided I just couldn’t stand the suspense. I took the test, saw one line, and felt… disappointed. Oh well — I checked my makeup, washed my hands, picked up the test to throw it away, and saw — TWO lines!
Needless to say, this changes the focus of this blog, at least for the next several months, to not putting on more than 15 lbs through the pregnancy. Three kids in 4 years STILL doesn’t mean I can’t try to keep myself at fighting weight!
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