At my six week checkup on Friday I learned, much to my delight, that I am now four pounds below my pre-pregnancy weight. As it turns out, rolling up some turkey lunch meat and cheese and eating it dipped in mustard while standing over the sink is just not providing me with the calories I need to both maintain my weight and give Wesley the twenty-three feedings a day he requires. Woot! Also, Wesley makes a really great free weight. In a fit of motivation the other day I made several laps around the living room holding him and doing lunges. It felt great and he went to sleep! And then I had to run upstairs to get a diaper and my legs nearly gave out halfway up. I haven't exercised since then. It's safer that way. Now if I could just figure out another way to get rid of this delightful spoon shape I have before the summer so I can wear a bikini while vacationing with my sister who runs marathons.
Dr. Advisor asked me to have my next draft ready by the end of the year. It feels a little like when you want to buy a new couch and they tell you you can finance it and not make any payments until NEXT YEAR and you're all "Wow, that's great!" and then you feel a little sick when you realize that next year is a month and a half away. In January we will gather the committee and run through it all one last time before a February defense. I'm hoping it will go better this time than last time (I just read all the posts around that one and WOW, I was quite the delusional little optimist then!). I've been working steadily since I got my revisions back and now I'm through all the grammatical corrections and wording changes and am left with the more meaty corrections... like "The analysis [in this section] yielded results that were opposite of what I expected... additional discussion is needed if this is true." Fan-freaking-tastic! I'm saving that one for last.
Charlie likes us all to cuddle up on the couch and watch the Nightly News with Brian Williams at 5:30 before Ryan comes home. He asks "Watch news? Watch news?" until I sit on the couch and pull him up. Then he asks for "Pillow?" then "Two pillows?" then "Covers?" Yesterday we both wore our pirate hats. And I wore my inappropriately short skirt, as you can see (I wore that skirt to a playdate to show how together I was only seven weeks after birth and then spent the whole time finding creative ways to get green playdoh off the wood floor without bending over).
Wesley is growing into quite the little cutiepie. He's wearing size 3-6 months and is getting difficult to hold with one arm. He regularly smiles at the ladies who teach his nursery class at church and has occasionally even smiled at me, the grumpy, unshowered zombie who feeds him twenty-six times a day. He loves to go outside, hates the car, and did I mention he likes to eat? Because he loves it. Which explains the 3-6 month clothes (and my insatiable appetite for carbs). But he really is cute. Today in the culdesac he layed in my lap, calm as can be, and I saw a glimpse of how it will be when he is a little bit older and not so needy. And Charlie does things like kiss Wesley gently on the head when he's going to bed...I love being a family.
They both looked so nice on Sunday I had to make them pose for a picture in the front yard.