6 random things about me...

I have been tagged by Kelly, so here goes.

1. I wear cotton undies. Not big granny panties, but low-rise briefs. I can't stand undies up my butt so these are comfy for me. I only wear the cutesy silky ones for my hubby and as soon as it is over I put my comfy ones back on.

2. I have not had a happy pill (anti0depressant) since I found out I was pregnant. Sometimes I long for the "don't give a sh*t feeling" that they gave me, but I am trying to deal with things on my own without the help of meds.

3. I am so scared that I am going to screw up my child! Maybe that is a fear that every parent has, but it wakes me up some nights.

4. I do NOT want any more children. I am perfectly happy with the ones that I have, even though I only gave birth to one of them, I feel like the other one is mine too. So I have no desire to be pregnant or go through the whole c-section thing again.

5. I love my job! More than that I love the guy that I work for. Not in a sexual way, but he is a really great guy and he looks out for me. He has been wonderful to me through the years.

6. I am disappointed in myself for never graduating from college. I always changed majors or gave up when it got too difficult. Maybe one day I will go back and get my degree. Hmmm, what do I want to be when I grow up.

Now do you feel like you know me any better???

Sleeping in your bed

My little one is growing up so fast right before my very eyes. Unfortunaltely they don't stay little forever. He has been having some problem sleeping the past month or more and we were convinced that it was the teething. He had gotten to the point that he would sleep for a 6-7 hour stretch at night before waking up to nurse. Well the past few weeks he has gotten back into the habit of waking every 3-4 hours to eat. That just wasn't working for my hubby and I, since we both work. So he had a bad night last Thursday and woke up several times and then woke up at 5 a.m. Friday whining, not wanting to eat and just really discontent. I was crying, he was crying my hubby was fussing about him not sleeping and we made the decision to put him in his own room that night. So, I was off work on Friday and I spent some of the day preparing his bedroom for its new occupant. I put his favorite blanket in his bed and removed all of the toys and stuffed animals. I put the monitor on his little nightstand and made sure it was working properly. After his bath when he was getting sleepy, I took him into his room and turned on his lamp and nursed him, while we rocked he drifted off to sleep. I picked him up and kissed him softly and placed him in his crib. He stirred a little bit and grabbed his blankie and snuggled into it and sighed and he was off to dreamland. I turned off his lamp and closed his door, making sure to leave it open enough so that I could peek in on him. I went back to my bedroom and cried, looking at his empty pack n' play, where he had been sleeping. Hubby was very comforting, for he too missed him being right beside our bed, but we both knew it was time. For our sanity's sake it was time. Hubby and I had a great night, we lay on our bed and talked, something that we have not done since my son was born. It was so nice, I felt like my old self again. It is really hard to describe. We all survived the night. He did not wake up for the first time until 4 am and I fed him and he went right back to sleep. Then I heard him whining at 6 am and I went in and gave him his pacifier and he went back to sleep and slept until 8 am. It was wonderful. He seemed to be more rested when he woke up and so was I. Hopefully he will be sleeping through the night soon, but for now he is sleeping longer and I will take all the sleep that I can get.

Here comes Peter Cottontail...

Yes, yes it is Easter time again. We have been busy giving the Easter bunny ideas for our kids baskets. It is hard to put together an Easter basket for a 5 month old. He doesn't care one bit about Easter to him it will be just another day. Easter baskets are a tradition, so he too will get one this year and every year until he is grown, maybe even after then. My hubby and I decided not to do baskets for each other this year. Honestly I do not have the time or money to put into putting one together for him. I may still get him a few small things, if I have time. I know I say it all the time, but since I have become a full-time mommy and work full-time I barely have time to shave my legs, much less shop for anything other than groceries. Don't get me wrong I LOVE being a mommy and I have a wonderful baby boy, but life is so much more busy now. We have to plan our outings around nap-time and feedings. Anyway, I digress. The reason for this post is to tell everyone to have a Happy Easter. Also remember the real reason for the holiday and give thanks. Don't eat too many peeps and chocolate bunnies. HAPPY EASTER!!!

Happy Birthday

Well it happened. While I peacefully slept on Saturday night, it happened. It snuck in as quiet as a mouse. I turned 30. Really I don't feel any different. I had a great birthday party Friday night. I got lots of good gifts, new clothes and shoes and money to buy some more new clothes. Since I have had the baby I have lost so much weight that hardly none of my pre-pregnancy clothes fit me. I am not complaining, just in dire need of clothes that fit me. Most of the time I end up wearing clothes that are 2 sizes too big. you do what you have to do to get by. I went shopping Saturday and got 2 new outfits, which I just love. I have more money to spend, but the weather was so nasty here that I just wanted to go home. Maybe I can find time to go shopping again this week. I was a little disappointed on my birthday. None of my three sisters called to tell me Happy Birthday. I did get about a 2 minute phone call from my mom at 5:30 in the afternoon and a phone call from a long lost cousin that I haven't seen since my baby shower last fall. She hasn't even seen my precious baby. She doesn't answer the phone when I call and she doesn't return calls, so I finally gave up on her. I don't have time for people who don't have time for me. Anywho that is another rant for another time. Just wanted to let you know that I survived my 30th birthday.

Busy, Busy, Busy......

I am still here. I have just been so busy lately. My office assistant apparently quit about 2 weeks ago. Well I guess you could say she quit. She worked on Monday, she called in sick on Tuesday after the cash drawer was more than $50.00 short, then she called the boss Wednesday to say that she would be here, but she would be late because she had a parent/teacher conference. Well she just never showed up. So the boss said she was no longer employed here. I promptly packed up her things and had them sent to the basement. We still have not heard from her. This girl had worked here for more than 6 months. She was here while I was on maternity leave and she did a great job, until I got back to work. I think she thought because she had a little more responsibility while I was out, that it would continue when I came back, but she could not handle my job. First off she was extremely unprofessional and secondly people just didn't like her as much as they like me. So oh well, I am glad that she is gone, she was totally doing a bad job and she was out all the time for one thing or another. Anywho I spent last week interviewing for a replacement and I found one. She is awesome. She is doing such a great job! I try to make sure to tell her that everyday too. I believe that praise makes you do a better job, and I am all about doing a better job. So things are finally going better at the office. I have been training her this week and hopefully by next week I will have her trained on the most important things.

On the homefront things are great too. My baby is growing by leaps and bounds everyday. He will be 5 months old on Friday. He still isn't rolling over yet, but we practice almost every night. He is such a good baby for the most part, he has his moments though when he just comes unglued. We can't all be good all the time. When he looks at you and smiles and reaches out his little arms to you it makes it all worth while. My hubby has been busy getting ready for my birthday, which is Sunday. We are having a small party with his family on Friday and with my family next Saturday. I still can't believe that I will be 30! I am trying not to stress about it. Age is just a number it is how you feel on the inside that counts.

Welcome to Motherhood

Okay I think I am putting hte story of me on hold for a while. The reason for this pause is that I just don't have time to put that much thought into my posting right now. You know I have a new, well he is 4 1/2 months old, baby, and work and things at home are hectic with hubby working an extra little part-time job to help pay off Christmas and the new baby. Anywho I just don't have time to sit down and think out my posts for the story of me and trust me they need to be thought out. So back to my regular posts for now and periodically maybe I will do another chapter in The Story of Me series. How about that?

I am really tired today. My sweet little angel had his 4 month old check-up complete with 4 shots on Friday. He weighs 16 lbs and 10 ozs and he is 27 inches long! Yes he is a big boy. He cried for a minute after his shots until I picked him up, then he was okay. He is such a trooper, I hope he stays like that. The shots have made him cranky this weekend. A cranky baby is no fun! He had some good moments, but for the most part he was cranky. Last night he decided that he did not want to sleep, well I am pretty sure that he did not decide it, but something was preventing him from getting his normal sleep. He was asleep by 9:30 and awake at 11:30 and I nursed him and he went back to sleep, so did I. He woke up again at 1:30, I tried to nurse him, that usually puts him right back to sleep. He finally went back to sleep by about 2. Then guess what? He woke up again at 4 am. By this time I am so ill, I just want to cry too. Nothing really comforted him, none of the usual things. He just was not going back to sleep. So we stayed up, despite my pleading with him to please go back to sleep for Mommy just until 6 am, then we could both get up and play while I got ready for work. Pleading with a 4 month old is a lost cause! So, I put him in his exersaucer thing in front of cartoons while I did some things in the kitchen. I might as well take advantage of the extra hour that I had this morning before I had to be at work. Anyway I am tired and ill today, but when I went to see my sweet little angel at lunch he was feeling much better after his 4 HOUR power nap! I wish I could take a 4 HOUR power nap, but the phone will n ot stop ringing for me to take a 4 minute nap, so oh well. I was telling one of my co-workers, who has 2 of her own about it and she looks at me and smiles and says, "Welcome to motherhood."

The Story of Me- Part 2

Okay it is time for part 2 of the story of me. It is very hard to know what to write about. I won't bore you with details of starting kindergarten, which I really don't remember anyway, or of my first few years at school. I will fast forward from newborn to the next major event in my life, the death of my dad. I have written about it before and it is a painful thing for me, but it is part of my life, so here goes. I don't remember when he was diagnosed, I am sure that I wasn't told. After all how do you tell an 8 year old that her dad is dying of cancer. I guess the easy thing to do is just not talk about it, and that was how my mom decided to handle this with me anyway. I am sure that my older sisters knew. M was 16 and T was 19, I don't know if D knew right away or not she was only 10, she turned 11 the month before he died. My memories of my dad are so fleeting, I look back at pictures trying to remember, but even that isn't working anymore. I have a few memories that I will cherish forever. He was the one who nicknamed me Sam-bo. That nickname stuck and my sisters and neices still call me that.

He had a lot of good days and he was at home for most of his illness. He had a few stays in the hospital, which we went to go see him faithfully. He called us every night to tell us goodnight. I remember one Easter we got all dressed up, went to church and then to the hospital so dad could see us in our Easter dresses. I also remember the last time I saw him alive. It was on a Saturday and he was in the hospital. They had called the family in, at the time I did not know that, but I realize now that was why everyone was there. Anyway my mom had taken us to see dad and my granny came and picked up D and I to spend the night with her so my mom could stay with my dad. He looked awful. He was in and out of it, his skin looked yellow. It was scary as a child to see your parent like that. We did not stay long. My granny took us to her apartment and we spent the night and the phone rang the next morning and before my granny answered it I told her that dad had died. Sure enough it was my mom calling to tell my granny. I don't even remember crying, although I am sure that I did. The next few days are all a blur. There were so many people at our house and we had to go to the viewing at the funeral home. I don't remember ever going to a funeral home before that it was weird, everyone talking in hushed tones, asking you how you are. Your deceased father laying stiff in a coffin. Things an 8 year old should not have to deal with, things I still don't hink I have really dealt with. I just keep it pushed far back in my mind and every now and then I will let it get to me.

The funeral was even more surreal and then there was the graveside service (burial). I remember standing there and the school bus going by and I wished I was on it. It was wierd to go back to school. We had missed a few days and everyone just kind of looked at you like something was wrong when we went back. People treated me different, for a little while anyway. Children don't know how to deal with death. Things at home were different too. My dad was gone, sudddenly mom was a single parent, raising us by herself. So she moved my granny in next door to help her out. Shortly after my granny moved in I moved in with her. I had it made at my granny's. I had her undivided attention and I had my own room and my own phone and my own TV, what else could an 8 year old want. It was a good thing that I moved in with granny, after my dad's death my mom decided that she wanted to relive her teenage days. You see she was married at 16 and a mommy by 17, so she did not get to live out her wild teenege days. Anyway I was very glad to have my grandmother to help raise me, she sheltered me from a lot.

The Story of Me-Part 1

On April 9, 1976 a woman heads to the hospital to have her baby, already past her due date she is ready to give birth. After an induction and the doctor breaking her water and many grueling hours of labor a sweet baby girl makes her appearance. The proud mom and dad decide to name her Samantha Carol. Samantha was a name the dad liked, it was the name of a little girl on a detergent commercial. Carol was mom's sister's middle name. And so it was decided, her name will be Samantha Carol and they will call her Sam. Little Sam weighed 8 lbs 5 ozs and was 20.5 inches long, she wasn't so little after all! She had blue eyes and a little smattering of brown hair. She will be the last child for these parents. Daughter number 4, she was the last great hope for a boy in the family. Oh well, no boy, hope they aren't too disappointed! She was also the biggest of all the children, yes the mom has often made the comment when telling the story that if little Sam had been born first, she would have been an only child. After a few days in the hospital she was released to go home to the little farm house on the outskirts of town. Her sisters were excited to have a new baby. Well not really excited, but she was accepted, because after all she was there to stay! And stay she did, she lived in that little farm house for 27 years. There I go getting ahead of myself, that part will come later.

There is the story of my birth. I find it easier to write in third person, hope that doesn't confuse anyone!

The big one is coming...

In one month (well one month and one day) I will be thirty. Yes the big 3 0! I remember when that seemed so OLD! Now that is me, I will officially go from the twentysomethings to the thirtysomethings. I don't really think I am having a hard time with it, not yet anyway. That could all change though. Anyway I thought for the month leading up to my birthday I would recount my life and look back on the milestones that have made me who I am today. When I was younger I would sit and ponder why things happened to me, then I realized that all the things that have happened in my life brought me to where I am today and shaped me into the person that I am. If anything would have been different the course of my life could have been forever changed. If you haven't seen the movie Sliding Doors with Gwyneth Paltrow, rent it this weekend. It is an older movie, but it shows how different one minute can make things. Get prepared to walk down memory lane with me for the next month, hopefully it will be fun and enlightening.

I am so sleepy today. My little one had a rough night, which means that I had a rough night. Isn't that the perfect way to round out a rough day? I think the teething devils are wreaking havoc in his little gums. My normally sweet (angelic if you will) baby has been so fussy this weekend. He did not want to sit in his little vibrating rocking chair or anywhere else most of the day. He wanted to be held, not just held, he wanted to be held and walked or danced around. He has so much drool, it looks like a water fountain. I have to keep a bib on him, if not he soaks the front of his outfit. I had some things that I really needed to get done, like lunch, so I packed him in the front facing carrier and strapped him to my body while I prepared lunch yesterday. He never uttered a sound, he carefully watched me put together all the ingredients for chicken tetrazinni and then he went to sleep. I knew he was tired, but he would not give up the fight. So I carefuly took him out of the carrier and lay him peacefully in his bed. He didn't even wake up a little bit. So I went back to the kitchen to finish my cooking and clean up the mess I had made. The silence did not last long, he might have slept about 30-45 minutes of his 2 hour nap. You know what that means, yeah it means that soon the ill baby of earlier will be back. He stayed awake for a little while, but I caved and put him in his swing. Surely that will knock him out, and it did. He took the rest of his much needed nap and awoke a happy baby once more. I used the Oraj*l this weekend as well as Teething tablets that the doctor recommended. They seemed to help a bit, but he was still cranky. He doesn't seem to care for the cold teether things, not yet anyway. He changes everyday, so he might like them today. Anywho he was ready for bed before 8 last night, so I nursed him and tucked him in. He went right to sleep, no crying! Well he woke up at 11:30 and then again at 3 and then again at 5 and then again at 7, the last one was okay because it was time to eat before I have to go to work. Needless to say this morning I am sleepy. I need at least a 4 hour stretch to feel rested and I missed it last night. A nice big cup of coffee would be wonderful, but I can't have any caffeine, so I will just use toothpicks to keep my eyes open. Keep your fingers crossed that tonight will be better. I am taking him to have his pictures taken tomorrow, so I hope he sleeps well tonight so he will look rested in his pictures.

Routines and the sweet things

I think I am finally getting in to a routine, if you will, for work and home. There has to be some balance somewhere, but I can tell you it is very hard to find. I feel like I am neglecting household chores because I am gone all day to work. Well when I get off work I have to run over to my mother-in-laws and pick up my little sweet angel. Most of the time I stay a few minutes, I have to find out how he was for the afternoon. Sometimes he wants to eat when I get there and on those days I am there an extra 30 minutes or so (he is a slow eater!). By the time I get home it is usually close to 7 pm. Thank goodness I have a wonderful hubby who already has dinner started, especially on the nights that we have his daughter (we have to take her home by 8:30). Anywho by the time I get home and get supper on the table and everyone fed, including the baby (he eats cereal now at the table with the rest of the family), it is close to 8 pm. I still have to bathe the baby and get him ready for bed, get his bag packed for the next day, clean the kitchen, nurse him, and try to get him to sleep. I usually try to have him in bed and asleep by 9. He is so tired by then, most of the time he is asleep by 8:30. Well after he goes to bed, I still have so much to do but I am so tired that I only get maybe a load of laundry done or get the dishwasher loaded before I am off to bed myself. I need a few more hours in the day so I can enjoy my family and get done all the things that need to be done. I don't see it getting any easier either. Soon the little one will be crawling and then I won't be able to take my eyes off of him for fear that he is playing in the toilet or sticking things in the electrical outlets, let's face it you can only babyproof so much!

Now on to something much sweeter. I want to talk about my little one for a minute or two. He is so amazing! I cannot believe how fast he is growing and developing. It seems everyday he has learned something new. He is just like a little sponge and I am trying to fill him with knowledge and happy things. He smiles all the time. When he gets really tired he will "sing", of course not really singing heck he can't even talk yet, but sort of making really long sounds that could be singing. I think it is singing because if I am trying to get him to sleep I usually sing or hum a song to him. It is truly the cutest thing. I just love him so much. I especially love when it is bedtime and he lets me snuggle him close as he drifts off to sleep. After he is asleep I just lay there in the glow of the nightlight caressing his face and hands and kissing him ever so gently. I always say a prayer and thank God for sending him to me and ask that he please watch over him and keep him safe. I am trying to keep a journal for him. I started it while I was pregnant, but I haven't written in it since he was born. So I started back to writing last night, because I do not want to forget a single moment with him and the moments are passing by way too fast. I skipped a lot of pages I just hope I can remember enough about his first 4 months to fill them up.

Heartaches

My heart is aching. I have a few blogs that I read regularly and most of them I have been reading since the beginning of my blogging days, a year and a half ago. I feel close to you all and you know who you are. Anyway the Narcissist's Secret is going through something no parent should ever have to experience; the death of a child. If you get a chance go by and offer some words of encouragement. I know nothing can make it better, except time. I just feel so bad for her and her family. I don't know what I would do if it were me and I pray that I never have to find out. Amazing how your heart can hurt for someone that you have never physically met!

My boss is awesome!

I have had a great week at work. I have been in dire NEED of a new computer at the office and my boss finally came through for me. My new computer is so cool. It does everything but make lunch for me. I am sure that I could probably teach it how to do that too. I can burn CDs at work now and I can actually do my work without my computer shutting down all day long. I can listen to music without commercials! I feel like I am in the 21st century now!

I also got business cards. I have been here 5 1/2 years and have never had business cards, so we ordered them a week or so ago and they finally came in. I feel so important.

This week has been like Christmas here! I wish they all could be. Now the only thing I need is a reliable office assistant, preferably one with a personality, a great sense of humor and drug-free! You know anyone who needs a job?

Happy Valentine's Day

HAPPY VALENTINE'S DAY! I have never really looked forward to Valentine's Day the way some women do. I don't get flowers or balloons delivered to my office, I think it is a waste of time. They cost twice as much today as they normally do. I am a very practical person, I would rather have a live plant than cut flowers. When I got ready to leave this morning for work my gift was sitting on the kitchen counter. I felt bad because I was really running behind this morning so I took it with me to open on the way to work. I opened my card and of course it was really sweet and I cried. Then I opened my gift bag. It was a new CD that I wanted and The Lady & Sons cookbook. For those of you scratching your heads, it is Paula Deen's restaurant in Savannah. I just adore Paula Deen, she is so funny on her show on the Food Channel. I can't wait to cook something out of there. That was such a great gift for me, because I had not asked for either one. My sweet hubby just knows what I like and he got it for me. I am such a lucky woman and I thank God everyday for my hubby. He is not always perfect, but hey neither am I.

Amber Alert Cancelled

The baby has been found just a few blocks from the hospital. He was found around 5 pm yesterday and reunited with his parents at the hospital from which he was abducted. The abducter is a 16 year old girl, who from the pictures that I have seen looks much older. I hope she is severley punished for her crime!

Amber Alert

The unthinkable has happened. Someone has stolen a baby from the hospital where my baby was born! I just want to cry for that poor baby being separated from his mom and for that mom being separated from her 4 day old baby. He is a preemie only weighing 4 lbs and 6 ozs. The high security in the maternity ward is one of the selling points of this hospital as opposed to the other one in town. Well when no one takes the alarm seriously then how can it help anyone. The lastest report says that the alarm went off once when she left the maternity ward and once when she left the hospital. My question, when the alarm went off the first time, why did no one stop her? Why was she able to get from the maternity ward, out of the hospital and into a car that was waiting for her without anyone stopping her? It is quite a ways from the maternity ward to the outside of the hospital, it is not like she could just go through one door and be out of the hospital. What kind of person can just steal someone else's baby? I hope the slack people that were working at the hospital are fired for this. This just makes me sick to my stomach, I just want to rush over to my mother-in-laws and kiss my baby and hold him tight and as soon as I leave work that is what I will do. I will keep you updated on this story.

Dressing appropriately

Do you dress for the season or for the weather? Have you ever really thought about it? I live in Georgia and we only have 2 basic seasons, summer and not summer. In the summer months and long after it is hot and humid and for the most part miserable. You just can't get cool. In the not summer seasons, such as the months of November, December, January, and February, which is considered our cold months, some people refer to them as fall and winter. To me winter is cold. But then again when you are used to having 95 degree days, a high of 60 may be considered cold. Anyway I am rambling, let me get to my point. I think just because it is 75 degrees outside in January it is still not acceptable to wear sandles and shorts or capri pants out in public yet. There is plenty of time for that, like the other 8 months of the year. I think you should dress for the season, there are cooler lighter clothes that are still wintery for those 75 degree days. Just because we are having a warm winter does not mean that it is time for the summer clothes to come out, summer will be here soon enough and all the Georgians will be fussing and complaining about the heat. What do you think, should you dress for the weather or the season?

This is turning into the day from hell...

This morning started off wonderful. I got up in plenty of time to get myself and my baby ready and get him dropped off at my mother-in-laws house and get to work. We got in the car at 7:25. We were driving along and about 5 minutes from where I normally get on the interstate traffic was stopped. All 3 lanes were stopped. So I sat there, and sat there, after 10 minutes I knew I would be late for work, so I called my boss to inform him. I needed to call the cable company because apparently last month I did not pay the bill, well no I didn't pay the bill because I never got the bill. I am sure that everyone that pays their bill late says the same thing. So I called them and took care of my business with them, thankfully I can call them tomorrow and pay the balance and not have our service interrrupted. Anyway, 25 minutes later traffic was finally moving. WHOO HOO! Thank goodness my hungry baby was sleeping in his carseat through the whole ordeal. I finally get to the interstate and everything is moving smoothly until I go around a really big curve, and guess what? If you guessed that traffic was stopped you guessed correctly. I sat there in creeping crawling traffic for another 10 minutes or so to go the 1 mile to my exit. In the meantime my sweet baby woke up and was eating his carseat straps and his fist because he was hungry. So I finally got to my mother-in-laws got the baby fed and got my ass to work, 45 minutes late!

Then once I get here, my office assistant informs me to stay away from her she has been throwing up all night. GEE THANKS! Thanks for bringing your throw-up germs to an enclosed office space so I can breathe them and hopefully not get sick! Why don't people realize that sick days are just that, when you have things that other people don't want stay your ass at home. I especially don't want it because I have a 2 month old that I would prefer to not be sick if we can at all avoid it. Anyway she is coughing and hacking and she keeps coming in my office to ask me stuff, but I can't really let her go home yet, until after I get back from feeding my baby at lunch. How do you politely tell someone to stay the f*ck away from you and out of your office because you don't want their germs? Oh yeah and while your at it, go wash your hands and spray your work area with germ killing spray. WHAT A FREAKING NIGHMARE THIS DAY IS TURNING INTO! I hope your day is going better.

Counting the days...

Don't count the days, make the days count. Such a true statement. On my commute to work every morning I pass this company that has a sign and every week or so they put a different saying on it. Most of the time it is an inspirational message, something to make you think. That statement is what is on their sign now. I saw it for the first time last week and I thought how true it should be. Instead of counting the days to the next event in our lives we should be doing something everyday to make that day count. If you continually live your life bumbling from one event to the next and not enjoying the time in between you are wasting your life. I try to do something everyday to make a difference to someone or something. I challenge you to make everyday count.

The love of my life and losing big!

TGIF! I didn't think it was ever gonna get here. Well as you all know I have a new baby, well he is 2 months old, but still new to me. He is my first, and I tell you he was well worth all the aches and pains of pregnancy and the c-section that brought him into this world. Motherhood is awesome! It is like nothing I could have ever imagined. I never get tired of looking at my child, this little life that I, along with some help from my hubby created. He is truly a gift from God. I rush on my lunch break to get to my baby and when I get home I just want to hold him tight and give him a million kisses. He is truly the love of my life. Talk about love at first sight, when you see your child for the first time and hear that first cry there is no better feeling. Everyone tries to tell you about it, but until you experience it for yourself you never quite understand. My son is the best gift that I have ever been given. Anyway enough mushy stuff. I will try not to write about my son all the time, but from time to time I will write about him.

On to other things, like getting my prepregnancy body back. I remember looking at myself naked in the mirror all the time while I was pregnant and I remember thinking that there was no way I would ever be able to lose all this weight and I would never get my body back. Don't get me wrong, my body was nothing to marvel at before I got pregnant, but it wasn't too bad. Well after 24 lbs of pregnancy weight gain and more stretch marks than I care to count, it is coming back. The funny thing is that I am 13 lbs lighter than I was before I got pregnant and I feel skinny. I have lost weight everywhere, except my boobs! By the time my child was 2 weeks old I was wearing my old jeans. Now my old jeans are loose on me. I will need new clothes soon, as all of my old ones are gradually becoming too big. It is amazing to me, I know people who had children years ago and still have extra baby weight. Maybe it is because I am so happy. Maybe it is because I have other things to occupy my time other than eating. Maybe it really is the breastfeeding. Who knows, all I know is I hope I can keep up the weight loss and not gain one pound of it back.