And there it goes...

So I've never been one of those skinny skinny people. And for the most part, that's fine with me. There were times in my past that I let myself go so to speak and had to take some control and get rid of the excess baggage. Unfortunately, right before I got pregnant I was in one of those "letting go of myself" phases. Not drastically but I definitely had a bit more weight then I would have liked.

While pregnant, because of my gestational diabetes, I gained 30 pounds. If you ask me, that's a bit more then I really needed to (I would have been happier with 20 to 25) but the doctors didn't seem concerned at all. Within one month after having the baby I dropped 20 pounds.

Now, 3 months later, I am officially 2 pounds below my pre-pregnancy weight. I am not satisfied completely because I still have that lingering 10 pounds I want to get rid of. But I'm content. I've been told the cause is anywhere from nursing to running around with a baby (which can only get worse when he starts moving on his own). If it's nursing then that's going to suck since eventually I have to stop (personal health issues). If it's running around then I can hopefully look forward to losing the last ten by the time Z is one.

I <3

My exasperating wonderful husband.

My beautiful little boy.

His goofy little smiles.

His silly chatter.

Laying in bed with him fast asleep on my chest.

Waking up with the two men I love every morning.

Seeing his dad in his face all the time (don't tell J I admitted to that though!)

Working and getting out of the house.

Working part time.

Awesome sales on baby clothes at the Carter's outlet store.

September (happy birthday to me!).

The Fall.

The colors of Fall.

The chill in the wind.

Planning for the holidays.

Being a mommy.