Well boy howdy, do I suck at this whole blogging thing or what?
Before you go judging me I've been busy. Like, really busy. As in baking another baby busy.
5 weeks ago I gave birth to another boy, bringing the final count to 3 boys and 1 girl. I bet you're really wondering if my ass is covered in stretch marks and if I gained 80 pounds, right?
Sorry to burst your bubble, but this here lardass didn't gain a single pound! Now then, before you get jealous, let me tell you I have never thrown up that much in my life. I was miserable during the whole pregnancy and on a good day the only symptoms I had were incurable heartburn and feeling like my hooha was going to prolapse. And I broke my foot in the hospital after he was born.
My life is somewhat different since we've last spoken. My baby girl is now a straight-up diva, demanding Strawberry Shortcake, pink nail polish, pretty dresses and "bow-hairs." My oldest son has been diagnosed with OCD, my middle son with ADHD. I've still got 3 in diapers and I feel like I'm up to my elbows in excrement. And honestly, that's not an exaggeration.
Now I can't for the life of me remember if I wrote about my hypothyroidism or not, but in case I didn't, I was put on Synthroid in June of last year, the 29th to be exact. I had one AF a few days later, and then she never showed up again. At first I thought I was just having some wonky periods due to my thyroid, but then DH convinced me to POAS. Much to my surprise I was KU, so I didn't see a lot of weight loss like I thought I would after first going on the Synthroid. My hair grew back, my stomach quit hurting. It was all good, you know, except for the whole unexpected pregnancy thing.
So imagine my surprise when I weigh myself, two weeks postpartum, and I've lost 27 pounds. Without doing anything!
I hope you'll continue to follow me. I need to keep writing so I don't get discouraged. I'm now down 35 pounds, doing WW.
My boobies and fleshy fanny pack are in pitiful shape, so look forward to hearing from them!
