B went to his 2 month old check up and it was one of the hardest things I had to witness. Well, first on a good note, B weighs 9 lbs 12.5 ounces and is 23 inches long (that is so subjective). He did really well with his ultrasound. He just laid there with his arms up and didn't cry or move throughout the whole procedure. Made me so proud. Then came the shots! They held him down and just stabbed him over and over again (ok maybe I am being over dramatic). It took everything I had not to just scoop him up and run out of there. We got him some tylenol and rubbed Vicks Vapor rub on his thighs to soothe the sore muscles (per the nurse advice). He seemed to do really well after that. Not too fussy at all. I was expecting a lot worse.
WAR WOUNDS
Yesterday I bought some new jeans. It's not that I weigh more it's that my hips have spread. I can't pull my other jeans over them. So I splurged on new jeans. I started my workout program, not to lose weight but to tighten up. It's weird because I used to be able to do crunches til I was blue in the face, now I can barely sit up from the floor without having to arch my back or roll to the side. So, that is top priority for my workout. I hope by summer to have a six pack (oh and I hope my boobs are still big).
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