|Added to appease my hubby|
Then, there's the other hair issues (witness as I now tread into TMI territory). Let's just say that the hormone-induced growth is so abundant that I could probably fund my aesthetician/waxing lady's trip to Vegas if I actually had the time to go in and get every unwanted, unsightly strand removed from my body. In my current state, my body would make a compelling case for ape ancestry (not that I believe in that - I'm purely a Creator-ist). Frustrating that the hair I want to keep is falling out at the same time that the hair I never wanted clings onto random parts of my body with no intention of leaving.
Such is the nature of motherhood, I guess.
|Requisite photo of my cutie patootie|
I think I must be doing something wrong. :S
So, it seems that there is something very fertile about the water these days. I know of many expectant mommas-to-be in varying stages of their pregnancies, and I am so thrilled that Baby L will have so many new little people to play with in the upcoming weeks and months! It will also be wonderful to exchange
I just registered for a free mommy-and-baby stroller fitness class. I'm a little worried about whether or not Baby L can handle being in her stroller for so long. I'm a lot worried about whether or not I can handle keeping up with the other mommas, given that I've not done a lick of cardio in over a year (walking apparently doesn't count because my heartrate doesn't jack up high enough). However, I am hopeful that the experience will be favourable enough for me to sign up for paid classes in a few weeks' time. Hubbs and I are planning a trip to Hawaii for several weeks early next year, and I need to be able to wear a bathing suit and not die of embarrassment. Currently, given the hair issues and my jiggly bits forming more than a muffin top (how about a muffin spill?), death by embarrassment is pretty certain.