Pants are no longer my friend. Even though I don't look drastically different than I did before I was pregnant, my weight distribution and general shape is so different that very few of my jeans/slacks fit anymore. It's extremely frustrating and disheartening. I love my Levis and sadly, I must say goodbye.
On a brighter note, here's Petie:
He's turned into the eater of the century. For dinner he usually eats about 3 or 4 ounces of rice cereal, plus four ounces of a vegetable, PLUS whatever is left over from his breakfast fruit. The kid is a machine. I poke the food in his mouth and it goes down, he doesn't even bother to spit it out. Every morsel is going in to making him longer. He is not a chunky baby, but he is loooong!
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