So, apparently I am not as fat as I thought I was. About two months ago, I tried on a pair of pre-pregnancy jeans. There was no way in hell I could button them. I was sad. Because I am mentally retarded, I decided that all of my pants were too little.
I was feeling very domestic this weekend, and I decided to clean out my armoire. I found 4 pairs of pants that still fit. YAY!!! I also found several pairs of jeans that I will NEVER fit into again. Those went straight into the Goodwill bag. I am not really interested in being a size 8 or even a size 10 anymore. A size 12 sounds really nice, but I am not going to obsess about losing weight right now. I have too many responsibilities and stress factors in my life. Sometimes, a girl just needs some freaking chocolate without any guilt.
John watched the kids while I also went shopping for clothes this weekend. I didn't find anything great, but I did find a few descent things. When I returned home, the house was in chaos - toys everywhere, babies crying, and a sink full of dirty dishes. Needless to say, John was really happy to see me.
Because I am a total bitch, I was kind of glad that he had a rough day with the kids. I think it helped him to realize why I get so pissed off when he works late or goes out of town. Taking care of babies can be hard work and sometimes you just need a little help.
I went to the doctor yesterday. Of course, he has no idea what the problem could be. I am going to have an ultrasound of my gallbladder and get some blood work done next week.