Bragging

Ii has been difficult to find time to blog over the last 5 weeks.  It has been difficult to find time to do lots of things--laundry, sleep, shave my legs, relax, eat.  I spend most of my day trying to keep my 5-week-old awake, lest she stay up until midnight every night.  It's been frustrating.  And lonely.  VERY lonely.

I can't believe it has already been 5 weeks since Macy was born.  She's such a good baby.  She rarely cries, and she lets me sleep in until 9:00 most mornings.  She isn't sleeping through the night yet, but she is finally adjusting to being on a schedule.  She is such a happy baby.  I look at her, and I can't believe how beautiful she is, or how much I love her.  I also can't believe I made her.  She is amazing.

Other than entertaining an infant all day, I have also been working on this:

Yes, friends, that is all breast milk.  This picture doesn't do justice to the amount of breast milk I have in my freezer right now.  This is where I really start bragging.  Please bear in mind that I spend a lot of time on the verge of tears because of my current life situation.  Being a single parent to a newborn is hard.  I'm the breadwinner, and the house wife, but there is no husband to come home from work at the end of the day.  Thus, I have to find happiness somewhere.  So, as you all read this and become irritated, pissed off, or jealous, please keep in mind what I have gone through in order to achieve this lifetime goal:  I can eat whatever I want and still lose 2 pounds a week.  I'm not even kidding.  Macy is 5 weeks old, and I have already lost 30 pounds since she was born.  I'm serious about this being a lifetime goal.  At one time, I was that girl who eats whatever she wants and stays thin...but it was when I was 12.  I've struggled with weight most of my adult life.  My new metabolism makes all of this shit seem a little bit more worth it.  Obviously, Macy makes it worth it too, but you know what I mean.

Oh, I am also currently wearing a size 40D bra...some would think I should be excited, but I could really do without these gigantic jugs.  Even after I drop the last 10 pounds of baby weight, I won't be able to wear my regular shirts again--my hooters are too big.

Am I the only one who appreciates the irony that my gigantic jugs are both helping me lose weight AND preventing me from wearing smaller clothes?