The Party's Over

I admit it, I've been bad.  I've been neglectful of my writing.  And as we know, neglect breeds further neglect.  I can blame it on my baby, now 14-weeks old, I can blame it on playgroups with my 21-month old.  But I'd be lying.  Truthfully, it's not even that I'm uninspired - there's been plenty of fodder for blogging lately.  I've been lazy, which is worse.

But I'm back. On all counts. I'm back to getting myself in order.  I no longer can use "new baby" as an excuse.  I can't use pregnancy pain as an excuse.  And step #1 includes losing the baby weight that has become so comfortable on my ever-expanded waistline.  After baby #1, it seemed moot to bother much, since I knew it wouldn't be long before moving toward #2, but now I'm done.  At least for a while.

So as of yesterday, I'm counting Weight Watchers Points.  I've never done it without actually going to weigh-in, but I figure I'm a professional weight watcher and after all, the fact that my clothes don't fit and my belly still looks 4 months pregnant should be motivation enough.  Matter of fact, I started my day at the gym, then lunched on a delicious salad with feta and chicken, and now am writing to tell you about it.  Must've been good.  :)

In other news, Baby #2 is doing so well, and is even a FAB sleeper.  You may remember that Baby #1 (AKA Alex) has sleep issues, so after learning from my mistakes, Sabrina goes to sleep with a smile and a sigh, and NO ROCKING, jostling, or holding of any kind.  It seems novel every time she does it.

Here's hoping it continues!!