An Open Letter to my Body

Changes are coming.  Weight Watchers is working.  Let's try to work together on this.  Enough dropping weight from my boobs.  They are almost even with my stomach now and that is a bit troubling.  Do some ab work you say?  I tried and you complained that day and for a few days afterward.  We have to be a team.  The OBGYN who delivered my baby said I could still (HA!) wear a bikini with the scar.  I am not asking for that, I just want to shop on the normal side of the store.  I want to be able to get clothes at the grocery store.  I want to buy overpriced bras at the lingerie shop not at the specialty shop.  I promise I will reward you with expensive beauty products if we can just work together.  Maybe even a celebratory tattoo!

Thanks!

PS  Please make a decision regarding my face.  It is either chin whiskers or zits.  Both seems to be a bit vindictive.

Smoke Winstons

The other day I was definitely going for cigarettes.  In the going for cigarettes and never coming back sense.

Wren was up all night.  And up early.  She spent most of the afternoon crying.  Any sleep she had was fitful.  And she had to be held.  But she is a face to face sleeper.  She wants to put her cheek on mine or shove her face under my chin.  And she sweats.  Like a nun in a field of cucumbers.

Chickenbutt was miserable.  She wanted anything Wren touched.  And cried whenever she didn't get it. And screamed a lot over minor problems.

Overall the day was miserable.

Wren ended up at the doctor and was put on not one but two inhalers so I guess I can't start smoking.

yet.