Quickies

Post partum shed:

My hair is falling out in clumps. I'd be worried, except this happened three months after I had Alex and even, to a lesser degree, after my miscarriage.  I need a haircut, but I'm embarrassed about it. My hair is everywhere, and just running my fingers through it yields a handful of strands that have decided to jump ship.  There's nothing I can really do about it other than wait it out.  It'll either stop falling out or it will all fall out. Either way, there is an end in sight.

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Poop your way to weight loss:

I've been on the Sugar Busters! eating plan for almost a week now and it's going great!  I've re-lost the two I gained and even lost an extra pound.  So the grand total is: 17 total pounds lost, three pounds of that for the PHM October challenge.

I'm not feeling deprived at all.  It's not really a "low carb" diet like I used to do because I am allowed whole grain breads, pastas, tortillas, etc.  The downside to it though is that whole grain products are very high in fiber, which is good, but I'm spending a lot of time in the bathroom.  WAY more time than I'm used to.  I've always been regular, but this is ridiculous!  I'm pretty sure that those three pounds aren't actual fat or even water weight if you know what I mean.  But on the up side, I'm feeling...cleansed :)

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Chomper:

The baby's teeth have become a problem. Just when I was thinking that breastfeeding couldn't be going any better, that sure, I could do this for a whole year, the kid grows two teeth and starts acting like a little piranha every time he nurses.  Ow. OW!

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Fluffy:

Alex went up to John yesterday and said "Daddy!  You're fluffy!".  John has been off work a couple of weeks and hasn't shaved for at least two.  I LOVE IT!  John looks mighty sexy with a full beard.  I've got at least two more weeks of fluffy John before he shaves it to go back to work.  During that time I plan on lobbying hard for a goatee.

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Fancy and the cat:

Fancy is readjusting to living with us, and she has proven to be a wonderful addition to our family.  Well, unless you ask The Damn Cat, who is not happy one little bit about having her around.  Alex and Fancy spend a lot of time trying to fish the cat out from under our bed, Alex on one side, Fancy on the other and the cat hissing and spitting at the both of them (don't worry, she doesn't have claws).  There are times though, usually when the kids are asleep and John, Fancy and I are watching TV in bed, where The Damn Cat comes up on the bed to cuddle with us.  There will be a brief "Stare down" between her and the dog, but Fancy always looses, gets bored and falls asleep.  The cat will lay down, mere inches from Fancy, and snooze peacefully.  It gives me hope that this dog, and this cat, can eventually learn how to live together.