whale

blimp

Sometimes when I go to the doctor and step on the weighing device otherwise known as a scale, I'm kind of shocked. Really? I never imagined I would weigh this much. Not that I considered it much. I mostly ignored the existence of scales. But going to the doctor with unheard of frequency changes things, I guess. At my early prenatal visits, I was asked how much weight I'd like to gain. That was a hard question for me to answer. Do I get to determine that? The "books" say 25-35 pounds of weight gain is healthy for someone who has an average pre-pregnancy weight. So I said I'd like to stick within that range.

After some initial weight loss (go figure) I'm nearing 50 pounds according to my last scuffle with a scale. You'd think I was some sort of emaciated cadaver pre-pregnancy. (By the way, it took me too long to remember the word emaciated. I almost wrote inebriated but then I stopped myself.)

Meh, what do I care? I don't trust scales anyway.

nice song

pillows

I made some pillows! I haven't sewn anything since junior high probably, to my mother's dismay. But recently, our stake had a sewing class, so I decided to participate and make my mom proud. Now I kind of know how to use a sewing machine! And this probably makes me a legitimate blogger, too.

the best part of my day

Yumtastic.

getting out

Lately whenever I drive anywhere, I always think of a million places to go while I'm out because, let's face it, I don't get out and drive anywhere all that often and it seems efficient to consolidate tasks. When I leave the house, I usually do the first thing I left to do, and then I come home as soon as possible. Sometimes I don't even make it that far.

I'm sorry, WinCo, I miss you too.