Peach Days

This year I pretty much hated Peach Days. It's nothing against the festivities themselves just with recent our recent life experience I haven't felt much like celebrating. There was a huge car show, a ton of booths featuring items for mommies of little girls, and all the fried food you could slowly commit suicide with. The good news is that a found the a very large number of pregnant teens or as I like to think of them, "potential birth moms". Luckily the day was saved by my amazing friends and a few hours of the sign game.

In other news, school is drowning me and I'm loving every minute of it. (that love may change come hell week) I have finally found what I want to do professionally which feels good. I am also lumped into a wonderful group of people who are all just trying to survive it together.

I am giving myself 5 weeks to lose the weight I put on from the last pregnancy. I was only pregnant for 7.5 weeks but still managed to gain weight. I think part of me thought that maybe if I ate more the baby would have a better chance of making it to term. Yeah, it doesn't work that way.