Then I got the courage to get on the scale. Not good. I typically don't even watch as I get weighed during my last trimester of pregnancy, (let alone weigh myself a mere two weeks after giving birth!) it is just too depressing. Today was not a good day to weigh in. I was still not completely bummed. I had originally thought I would wait a solid month before stepping up to the scale. Today I was temporarily insane I think. I solemly put on my yoga pants and started the day.
A bit later, we got our bus notices for the kids in the mail and I was kind of irritated when I saw that the kindergarten bus stop was not in front of our house. My Parker is the only kindergartner on the street, you'd think they would pick him up right here. Instead, I have to walk down (and back up) our big hill three times a day (once for Zoe's pick up, once for Parker's and then at the end of the day.) You know I am not one to complain about extra opportunities to exercise but I do have to drag two babies with me to the bus stop each time, that is what is making me grumpy!
So anyway, I was telling Zoe about it and she said, "well that's good mommy, maybe all that walking will make you lose some of this." And she proceeded to smack my giggly belly. That is when I realized I was far from super model status!