I don’t know what phase Adrian is going through, but it is getting me so FRUSTRATED! (hence, the entry title). I can maybe finish a warm-up, if I am lucky, but for the most part I can’t even start working out these last few days because Adrian decides to cry, cry, cry. Maybe he’s colicky, which would REALLY suck! I feel like I’m going to this fat for a long time. I know it sounds harsh, but I’m fed up with this. Not the baby. Just the rest of this. What I did to myself. Not caring for myself while I was pregnant, like I did with Isabella. I have a little over a month to lose at LEAST 40 pounds, and now I don’t think I can do it. It’s been a while since I have felt this way, but I need a cigarette.

I love our perfect little family. I don’t ever say this, but I do truly feel blessed.  

After constantly hearing my petty complaints about hating my body – even pre-pregnancy – my sweet bugaboo ordered me some workout DVDs, the Brazilian Butt Lift Workout. I’m looking forward to being able to use them & see results. Actually, I’m just looking forward to being able to work out in general, and that can be sooner than expected because I am apparently 39 weeks and 2 days as opposed to the 38 weeks and 4 days that I thought I was.

w00t w00t!

^ that was supposed to be a leprechaun with a hat and beard

We’ll have been married 3 years this December but have yet to go on our Honeymoon. I’m not complaining or anything. I’m quite okay with it. Recently, it kind of just hit me and so I proposed an idea to Alex: Whenever we are able to go on our Honeymoon, I think maybe we should go to Ireland. I don’t know exactly why; it just occurred to me that both of us have a bit of an affinity – especially Alex – for things that are Irish.