I survived.

I made it through my first day back at work. I thought about Martha every second of the day, but I didn't cry.

She's starting to fit into all of her clothes now, so she's getting dressed up for Granna every day. Today was a pretty green dress with flowers on it and a bumble bee on the butt of the bloomers. Could she be any cuter?

Funny how at home I could go all day and forget to eat, but as soon as I start back to work I need a snack at 11:00 just to hold me over to lunch at 1:00. So stupid.

There are rumors of a DSC (Decatur Social Club) reunion on the 25th. DSC was where I spent every single Friday night from midnight until 3:00 in the morning for probably a year. This reunion could be really awesome or really lame. Either way, I have to go.

Last Day

My last day of maternity leave is tomorrow. Martha and I are going to the pool and then Chris and I will be going to see Conan Obrien at The Fox later that night. It will be such a perfect day. I even have two surprise gifts to send out to some people and that always makes me feel awesome too. I would love more than anything to be able to keep doing things like that every day instead of going to sit at my desk for 8 hours. Can someone figure out how Chris can earn an extra 30 grand a year so I can be a stay at home mom? That would be my dream job.

The most adorable baby in the world is snoozing away in her swing right now in a pretty new dress. One hand up by her face, of course, looking like she's making a phone call. I ask her all the time who she's calling. Usually it's Gracie. I find myself secretly wanting to have more baby girls so I can get more use out of these clothes that Martha is so quickly growing out of. Chris thinks we'll have all girls.

I've been out shopping a few days this week determined to find some new dresses that I can wear to work. Talk about mission freaking impossible. I've really gotta start taking losing weight seriously. I haven't even tried since Martha has been born. All I need to do is lose 10-15 pounds and I'll be back in all my old clothes. Dropping a few more pounds than that would be awesome, but I won't get ahead of myself. I just wish it wasn't a thousand degrees outside and the air so thick you could swim in it. For now, that's my excuse for not exercising.

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