What the shit, y'all? He crawls, he climbs, he pulls himself up to stand!?! He fights Mothra and Cloverfield and whatever JJ Abrams cooked up in Super 8? BABYZILLA!
Enough about the baby, already! What about me? Meh. I have a few leads on part-time freelance work that I'm following. I may be gainfully employed again next month. We'll see. I'm trying to be enthusiastic about it, since it's good for our goal of moving within a couple of years (there are so very many house repairs and projects that need to be done, and we have to save for a new down payment since we'll undoubtedly lose money on our house in this market). At least I'm able to keep it part-time, and not worry about staring down the barrel of full-time work as a nursing mom overwhelmed with anxiety about working all the time and with guilt about sending her baby to daycare for 8+ hours a day. I don't want to go to there (again). Some can handle it; I am not among them.
And the diet and exercise continue. I have a few sessions left with a personal trainer and am getting my ass thoroughly kicked twice a week. It kind of hurts to hold up a toothbrush, people. But it's working. And dieting, well, it sucks donkey taint but it's also working. All you have to do is eat food devoid of flavor and joy, and you can lose weight, too! It feels like I subsist on twigs and berries, but it's not all bad. For instance, Piedmontese burgers. Just, yes. (Wouldn't it be awesome to get back to fighting weight and then try to get pregnant again? Ah, but that is still a post for another day.)
Happy long weekend, all.