The new daycare is working out really well so far. We are all adjusting, which is nice. B had his first incident report. Apparently, he was running down the hall and tripped, his shoe fell off, and he got rug burn on his forehead. Only my child would get rug burn on his forehead.
Between being gassy and this kid having a dance party in my tummy (nice Yo Gabba Gabba reference), I'm not very comfortable right now. The smores pop tart I just snacked on probably didn't help. The kiddo has a sugar high right now.
My next doctor's appointment is tomorrow. I haven't weighed myself since the last appointment 1 month ago. I'm scared at the number I will see. Oh well, this is my last pregnancy and I'll only be able to use "it's for the baby" excuse for another 4 months. Red vines? For the baby. Chocolate cake? For the baby. So, yeah, I've got a major buffalo butt and some thunder thighs going on, but I don't really care. As long as the doctor doesn't say anything, I'm not going to worry. Now, if I fail my glucose test next month, I'll freak out.
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