So yesterday didn’t go as planned… I ended up picking my BFF up at the airport in Santa Ana. Her new love that I set her up with for the week she is here (a week away) just got orders to Afghanistan and is leaving Tuesday, so I searched and searched and found her a flight for this weekend. CRAZY. Eating was okay yesterday, but not good by any stretch of the imagination. UGH. And running? Who runs? Me? Huh, what? I was supposed to run Thursday and instead took a walk on the beach. Yesterday was a run, and instead I did nothing. And today I am going to San Diego to sightsee before MIL leaves after lunch, and then coming home to the BFF and new BF of BFF. If I run it has to be THIS minute, and honestly I am not feeling it. My stomach has been doing the hurting thing again. Like a lot. And I feel like I am about to start even though it’s still 2 weeks away. So, we made a decision… I am getting the surgery I was supposed to get in October and didn’t cause we were thinking about baby making. And while they do it I am getting fixed. I know, it’s crazy opposite, but I just think that is what is best for us. So 3 boys it is… no lil girls. Which maybe is better anyway, cause what the hell would I do with a girl?! I am so not girly.

Alright, I just talked myself into a glass of green tea and then a quick run. Yay for 3FC! ;-)

Oh, and I just joined tiny2be’s challenge for next week, so you better cheer me on. Trust me, you do NOT want to see a nasty swimsuit photo of me! Can we say translucent AND inflated?! AGHHHHHHHH