Also, I don't care if you're my very best friend, if you lived on my sofa, and didn't pay rent, and didn't have a job, for FIVE YEARS, I'd change the locks POST HASTE. No deadline, nothing, because really? Five years? A little much.
So on to stuff that is less superficial: I am...feeling like a beast. I wanted very badly to lose the last 30 of my pregnancy pounds before we did it again, and here I am, still 30 pounds up (now 32) and panicking over my weight the way I never did the first time around. (Which, honestly, I should have. There was no need to go and gain 80 pounds, not even a little bit!) I was working out and losing weight and doin' good, and now I had to slow down a lot (don't raise heart rate, don't push too hard, etc etc etc) so while I am still exercising, it's a lot slower and I have gained 2 pounds already. Granted, at 8 weeks pregnant last time I had gained like 7, so I guess I'm still ahead of the game, so far!
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