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?
