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.