The Good News is that Wiggle Man is feeling better after a weekend long cold, and is actually eating normally.
The Bad News is that eating normally right now includes informing me that the mac n' cheese I made him for lunch "tastes disgusting." I then attempted to add some shredded cheese to it for him, but was told that I had "scrunched up" the cheese.
The Good News is that Bam Bam has a new nickname. While he's as strong now as he was in the womb, he's so laid back that Bam Bam doesn't seem to suit him.
The Bad News (for him) is that I've taken to calling him Chicken Nugget. I'm sure he'll love that in about 10 years.
The Good News is that the humongaloid spider in Wiggle Man's room this morning was not, in fact, a Brown Recluse as I suspected, and that the Rev graciously, and without mocking me, removed it for me.
The Bad News is that there was a honking humongaloid spider in Wiggle Man's room when I woke him up this morning. UCK. (*Cue extensive shuddering*)
The Good News is that Chicken Nugget is perfectly content to sleep through his big brother's temper tantrums.
The Bad News is his big brother's temper tantrums. I am not as adept at blissfully ignoring them.
The Good News is that I can zipper and button my "big" pre-pregnancy jeans, and zipper and almost button (using the good ol' hair elastic trick) my "tiny" pre-pregnancy jeans.
The Bad News is there is a serious case of muffin top in both instances. Also, I'm trying not to get too optimistic, since the first couple of weeks after Wiggle Man was born I was almost back to my pre-pregnancy weight. Then things got very, very scary.
The Good News about that is that my midwife thinks she knows why my body did that, and what we can do to prevent it this time around. Here's hoping.
The Good News is that I love banana bread, and made a pretty awesome healthified version of it last week. Whole wheat flour, applesauce instead of oil--next time I may even throw in some flax seed.
The Bad News is that I cannot imagine banana bread without chocolate chips. And I may have consumed the entire loaf myself over the course of the weekend. There's nothing wrong with banana bread for dinner, right? (Before any cyber-detectives jump on this--yes, I know eating tons of banana bread and popcorn is not likely to prevent the scary weight gain from recurring. I promise, I usually eat very well; my calorie intake is not the cause.)
The Good News is that Chicken Nugget slept long enough for me to eat lunch, and type this post.
The Bad News is that I have to now wake a sleeping baby to feed him...and waking a sleeping baby's never good.
Kisses,
