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My hips and nose....

Future MILF report:

Um.  The report is, I'm still a fatty boomba latte.  Actually...... I don't care for Latte's...... sorry Meredith...... so I should say that I'm a fatty-boomba-anything-I-am dying-to-eat/crave-this-very-second-lotty.

Much, much more realistic.

Last night, I made sure I had everything in order for my first Weight Watchers visit of the year.  My book..... I actually knew where it was.  Supper........ made a ready for my hungry guys.  My attitude....... ready for the new year of gaining but needing some help on controlling it.  I should have known something was wrong.... it's never that easy.

I was kicked out.  Booted.  Fired.  Shoved out the door.

I kid you not ya'll......... I was kicked out on my pregnant butt.  When the leader heard I was expecting she just shook her head no.  I felt soooo stupid standing there in line like one of the normals waiting to be weighed and then KABLLOOOOM!

I may be exaggerating a bit.  I may be a slight bit sensitive with the hormones and all, I'm  just not sure.  Apparently, Weight Watchers won't even allow pregnant women at the meetings!  She said that pregnant women shouldn't be on a diet to lose weight..... uh, duh.  I told her I didn't want to lose weight, I just thought I could attend the meetings and not weigh in........ just keep on getting the support and so on.  I also told her that I read online that others preggo's are following the maintenance plan and that' s what I thought I could do.

She really is a great lady and I'm going to miss her so I'm not taking this personally.  She said she wouldn't mind me sitting in on meetings but if her Manager were there....... I wouldn't be able to even do that.

Man.  I can feel my hips and my nose getting wider and wider and wider.  They're always the body parts that blow up while I'm pregnant.  What am I going to do?

Please, all of you skinny people out there don't say willpower, strength and blah blah blah.  We all know you smoke the crack to stay slim.  Don't try to screw with my head...... I'm needing Burger King Onion Rings with their Zesty horseradish sauce this very second or a slaw dog from Dairy Queen, do NOT mess with me man!

So, I guess I need to clear off my treadmill, add new batteries to my walk-man and get my hips in gear.  Anyone out there have any exercises for noses?

the behinder I get

I just can't seem to get up to speed.   I still have fabric orders waiting to be cut and sent.  Two dresses that need to be cut and sewn, then sent.  My house...... my house.  I just don't have the strength to get into where it stands in all of this, except for the fact that I have a trillion people coming over tomorrow for Amelia Claire's third birthday party.  {I hope they are currant on their inoculations before entering my establishment.}

My Christmas tree is still standing, actually.......... it's glaring at me and begging me to put it out of it's misery.  It's live.... well, it was live.  Now, it's just a pile of needles waiting for the opportunity to fling and flow all over my living room and seep into every single crevice this house has hiding........ to be found every now and again while vacuuming.

I'm in the very middle of moving my quilt shop to the studio I have outside.  All of the fabric has been moved along with my cutting table and sewing machine.  I still have much sorting and sifting left.

Oh woe is me.

All I want to do is curl up in my robe and slippers and snuggle on the couch and sleep.  I guess that's what being pregnant does to a person.

Here's to eighty-ka-trillion more months of Advanced Maternal "Gestationing".  (I made that last word up myself...... and I may have exaggerated in the amount of time I have left.)

{Not to sound unhappy...... I'm estatic and look forward to meeting our new little one!}