I did not this week have to pretend I was pregnant at least 4 times when people (strangers to be exact and one person i haven't seen or talked to in a loooong time) asked me how far along I was in my pregnancy.
I did not get totally excited that I lost 10 pounds only to be depressed again when I started my period and gained about 5 pounds back.
I did not get even more bitter about the fact that my stomach has only gone down an inch and in my sadness eat a whole bowl of leftover mac and cheese for comfort.
I did not totally break down in tears over my weight and the fact that I am breaking out like a 15 year old on our one year anniversary causing David to feel as if he had done something wrong.
I did not secretly wish I could afford liposuction (I have a strict no plastic surgery policy for my life) so I could just get rid of the fat already!
I did not run into my living room wall...3 time...in the same hour.
I also did not forget to pack my P.J.'s when packing for an over night stay at David's moms house because I don't usually where more than panties to bed.
I did not sleep for 4 hours on Sunday when David went to work
and I most certainly did not under any circumstances decide it would be a good idea and romantic to make David watch sense and sensibility on our anniversary
Michelle"NNM is my fav"Gasaway