Holla Carlisle! I love my friends! Just found out I have another reader in Carlisle Baker one of my friends who lives in Bluffton. Hope you have a great day!
Baby L and I are doing well. She is about 34 weeks now, growing and kicking as usual. Compression socks plus my husbands strong hands are keeping the ankle swelling down. I went for a walk this morning with a new friend and resident, Charlotte. When I got home, I was feeling pretty good so I decided to weigh myself. Wes had to come in there with me to show me how to use his parent's complicated scale. The number wasn't good, but it was made so much worse when he got on after me and weighed 10 pounds less than I do. Dang endorphins. Why did I think I should get on the scale??
Actually, I'm looking forward so much to the baby that I don't really care about the weight anymore. (Read: In my head I think its all "water weight" and will quickly disappear after delivery) We get a free membership to a gym here and with the help of an amazing personal trainer, I know I'll get back to normal sometime! And if not, my wonderful friends will swear I look great and gush about how they can't believe I lost the weight. As any good friend should lie about that kind of thing! Because gosh knows my mother will tell me the truth... "well if I don't then who will?"
Some truths may be a little overrated, am I right?
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