A year since that beautiful second pink line quickly appeared. A year sweet Nicholas has been with us, both inside and outside me. Wow! Its been both a lifetime and a blink of an eye. While our lives have changed beyond our imaginations, I wouldn't change a thing. Its been an amazing ride. I know this is all cliche... but very true.
N is a sweetheart. His "teachers" love him and say he's advanced for his age. Such a little smarty. :) His first two weeks at daycare have been great so far. He's already got a girlfriend, Sophia. He got his first birthday goodie bag from a classmate. And has everyone wrapped around his finger.
I know I owe pictures. I'll update soon.
While I celebrate a year with the idea and of N in the flesh, a friend lost her peanut at 7 weeks. My heart bleeds for her. Unfortunately its not her first loss. It sucks. It also sucks that I know the pain.
Friday, March 9, 2012
Thursday, March 1, 2012
These Jeggings...
In an odd twist, these jeggings - with their skin tight denim on the thighs of a woman who gave birth only 3 months ago - actually make me feel good about myself. These jeggings steered me away from what could have been a poor breakfast choice this morning. They seem to possess a power that I can't describe. Peter looked in disgust (he's not quite sure of the jegging epidemic - but does like the look of my ass in them) this morning as I pulled them on, but I reassured him with my boots, I will look hot. And I think I do! Nothing like a boost of confidence on a rainy Thursday morning.
A year ago, I would not have even walked past the jegging display in a store, but in a moment of insanity, I ordered them while on maternity leave. I figured they would be a goal, most likely unattainable, but a goal nonetheless.
I still have a 'Nicholas pouch', which, while I'm proud of it and the stripes it bears, I wouldn't mind seeing it go. And these jeggings... they give me that boost to say, "No. I am not going to get that yummy bagel with cream cheese. I'm opting for healthy oatmeal this morning."
Thank you Old Navy and your Rock Star Jeggings!
A year ago, I would not have even walked past the jegging display in a store, but in a moment of insanity, I ordered them while on maternity leave. I figured they would be a goal, most likely unattainable, but a goal nonetheless.
I still have a 'Nicholas pouch', which, while I'm proud of it and the stripes it bears, I wouldn't mind seeing it go. And these jeggings... they give me that boost to say, "No. I am not going to get that yummy bagel with cream cheese. I'm opting for healthy oatmeal this morning."
Thank you Old Navy and your Rock Star Jeggings!
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