It’s been so long since I last posted that I couldn’t remember my password and couldn’t log in. Had to create a new password. What the hell did I use before? I’ve had the same one since I was a zygote.
Speaking of zygotes (wow. my 6th gr English teacher would be so proud of me right there), I’m pregnant. So the war with my derriere (I have to be more polite now, ya know) is really in full effect. I mean I can’t do the Bar Method for fear of hurting my unborn child. I wouldn’t want to hurt myself either. This makes perfect sense.
So the only exercise I get is walking the dog, which isn’t so bad… Of course I consider worrying exercise,too. I do a lot of it and even though it won’t matter in a few months, my stomach muscles are rock hard because of it. My stomach lining on the other hand could probably use a make over, but you take the good with the bad.
Where has all the time gone? No, seriously, I mean this very minute…I gave myself 15 minutes to write this here blog and in that time I had to wait for my new password to be emailed to me and I got a phone call. Also I’m logged into facebook so there’s a black hole of productiveness all on it’s own.
I gotta go. It’s been real. I’m sure I’ll log back in here when the new baby is around 11 years old. The tough stuff will be nearly over by then. I’ll have more time. mhm.
Who am I kidding? I’m having a girl.
Woman at War 