Starting this whole blog process

I am not quite sure even what exactly a blog is. My understanding is it's sort of like an open diary that obviously I don't want to be too informative or brutally honest in; for the sake of my own embarassment or other's feelings. That may change as I go along, but for now that's where we'll start. I guess its a good a place to start as any since I am terrible at keeping a journal. We'll see how terrible I can be at keeping up with this. But like all new projects of mine, I have all good intentions of being very dedicated and will make loads of empty promises to write faithfully everyday. Yeah, for those who know me, this is my process and it's full of doody (see there is



Well, I will start for apologizing ahead of time because for now my life is consumed by one and a half things right now. My baby boy, who is standing here next to me with a pocket-sized Webster's Dictionary in his hands biting off chunks of the cover because I am refusing to give him any more Swedish Fish candies to eat before nap time; and the one that hasn't arrived yet. If you can't stand to hear me complain about being pregnant then I suggest you stop reading here.



Ok, ready? Here we go. I hate it. I love being mom. I hate being pregnant. I am definately not one of those "glowing" pregnant types. I'm selfish. I want my body. I have literally sacrificed my body to the baby-gods forever and will NEVER get it back in it's original condition. Thank heavens my husband loves me anyway... or atleast has the sensibility to not let on otherwise. Very sensible man.

Ok, this is how bad I am... I saved this blog with all intentions of returning to it to finish it for the day... That was like a week ago now and so the previous paragraphs are already a week old. I warned you how terrible I am!

Today, Bob woke up at 5:00am throwing up from a headache. I know how that goes as a migraine sufferer myself... so I am of the utmost pity for him right now. I went to the store and bought an arsenal of his favorite snacks and sprite to try to help. There is nothing I love more when I don't feel good than to be surrounded by all of my favorite foods. That would probably explain the 30 or so pounds I need to lose. That, and the impending birth... But I can't blame it all on baby. I think that they need to make a weight-loss show for new mothers trying to reclaim their figures... You know like those pre-wedding weight loss shows on "Women's Entertainment"? I'd do it. I just need someone to really push me is all. Hmmm... Ideas.