I have been blessed with a hard-working man who toils unceasingly to provide for his growing family. Sometimes, however, he works too much and too hard.
I have had a pregnancy scare nearly every month since Avelyn was about two months old.
When I was little my tonsils were chronically plagued with infected chunks of cheese that lurked in the caverns of my gnarled throat.
That’s what I’ve been asking myself.
Not, what’s the point of living, or being a mom, or anything dramatic like that.
I’m just going to come right out and say it: I’ve joined Weight Watchers.
I never thought I’d see this day.