so, the other day I was visiting some old friends. What a sweet time right?
well, not 1, not 2, not 3, but 4 people told me congratulations for being pregnant. The first person I thought I could correct, and she said, "well you just had the baby then." I said yes (as I muttered under my breath that it was a year and a half ago).
After that, I no longer corrected anyone. I just said thank you with a smirk and dealt with the fact that I shouldn't cry in public like this.
I have the awesome friends who tell me not to worry about it because I only live once or eat what I want because soon I'll be walking everywhere... but the damage is done.
Monday I started eating healthier. Frankly, I have had a rough start. I love food. But I have increased the water, taken out the sweets except maybe a small individual chocolate each late afternoon. But I am hoping and praying. I have a plan.
So if you see me with a milkshake in hand, slap it out of my mouth and replace it with a cool glass of water.
otherwise, don't assume I'm pregnant, fools!
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