.29.

and so it's come to this...29 weeks. Those weekly increments of time have continued to tick off sometimes to my amazement, and sometimes to my anxiety. I looked at myself in the mirror last week and thought, "when did all this happen?". Even though I've seen myself everyday for the past 203 days, it still seems so strange to find myself staring back at an every growing gut.
I was recently talking to a friend about the frustration I've felt about wanting to do some of the things I miss and took for granted...like working out. I miss having that freedom to just move without thought or concern. I'm feeling completely motivated to get my butt in shape, but now is not the time to undertake anything major. So I will wait...hoping that that motivation is still there when I can do something with it.

You know what I'm loving right now? Ice. It's true, ice goes into nearly everything I drink. oh and suddenly my sweet tooth is running rampant (luckily I'm also craving fruit). I always want something sweet after meals. I've taken to eating the chocolate chips from the cupboard. I have my mom to thank for this. Growing up we didn't just have candy lying around in dishes, but mom always kept chocolate chips for baking. During the day I would sometimes catch my mom grab a handful of semi-sweet morsels to satisfy her cravings for something sweet. Well mom, I watched and learned well.

On top of getting larger by the week, trying to drink enough water (it's never going to happen), and mastering the "waddle", I'm feeling very happy and well. I love watching this little man move his buns around. It really is all amazing to think about and realize what a little miracle we have!