I have a ponytail now! Most of the front falls out but it’s still a ponytail!
I got my castor oil this afternoon. I tried it and my face is itching. I hope it’s a good itching, like my face is rejoicing because it’s so clean! It’s really hard to not scratch.
After I did it I noticed my face was a lot smoother. It was like when I use the Apricot scrub but not dry.
I’m going to try it a few more times before I say if it’s worth it or not.
I finished that box. I’m unpacked but now I have to put the stuff where it actualy goes and make it look like somebody lives here.
I didn’t even know there was a such thing as postpartum thyroiditis. If I did have that it would explain a lot.
I don’t think I can gain any weight until I wean Devin. He is eating more solid food. I’m going to change my goal to maintain my current weight (105><)
It’ll be 15 months in 3 days. I don’t see him quitting between now and then. He is eating more solid food and I have some extra milk now.
I discovered that I am in fact to dumb to use public transportation. I missed the bus I was suppose to be on because I was on the wrong side of the street. Also small child makes it a giant pain in the ass. I actually want to drive now! Yay!
I lost 4 more pounds. I’m back to 105. I should change this goal to “try not to loose so much weight that I die”
3 boxes down, 3 to go. I can’t get the other three until I clean this giant mess. I discovered another box:P
I though I only had 3 boxes left, but I discovered 2 in my son’s closet. I need to get that finished soon. This house is anything but baby friendly.
My hair has grown out into the hair cut I had in college. I really liked that hair cut.
I noticed how bad it looked last night. That’s the wall the tv is on. It’s really hard not to notice.
Next time I want red, I’ll hire somebody else to do it. The other walls took 4 coats.
I’m going to call this one done. I don’t think it affects my life as much as it once did. I’m can function now. So I guess that counts as overcoming it, right? I want to move on.
I live on a good street to practice parallel parking now. Except that I have to live next to the people whose cars I crash into.
My mood is a million times better since I moved here. When I moved into the previous place I was 5 months pregnant. Everything there reminded me. I lived there a year not pregnant and tried to make new memories to replace the old ones but it didn’t happen. I gotten to where I couldn’t go to the kitchen. That was the room I was in when I realized I was in labor. I didn’t use the downstairs bathroom anymore. That’s where I sat for 4 hours rocking back and forth. If the light was a certain way we were all doomed. It was base housing anyway so there was no point in trying to make it work.
My mother-in-law asked me if I use to have more hips than that. I told her I have a case of goneass. I’ve been hovering around 109 (I was 105) If I can gain 10 pounds that will put me at my pre-pregnancy weight.