I gained 2 pounds this week.
I’m ok with that. I’m fully prepared to gain every week until Baby Bump decides to come on out. I don’t eat much different than I ever did. I have my fun on the weekends (minus the beer) and during the week I’m structured and balanced.
It is Christmas, so I’m enjoying cookies and candy a little. It feels really strange not to be hardcore counting points to fit into a New Year’s Eve outfit. I’m guessing my New Year’s Eve will consist of cuddling in my fuzzy pajama pants on the couch with Matt. I wouldn’t want it any other way.
This guy won’t complain.
