Losing the baby… er, baby weight

I must say, Elliot was a gem all last night. That is, until he only slept 3 hours at a time during the night. But I’ve gotten to the point where I don’t get as annoyed with it, just accustomed to it. You learn to live on fewer hours of sleep. And to love coffee with all your heart and soul.

This cold that is trying desperately to invade my body is losing its battle, slowly. I awoke feeling stuffier, shivery, more congested and afflicted with a headache. I ran home around 9 to get a jacket, take some Aleve and get a coffee. I’m feeling… OK, now, but I’m still raging this war with the germs; you’re not going to ruin my weekend, you fiend.

Last night, we purchased an elliptical machine for our home. After our terrible Gold’s gym experience (lied to, broken machines, etc.) this is the only way we will be able to get ourselves into shape. We have the willpower and the fortitude to stick to a routine but not if we have to join another gym. It simply won’t happen. So, hopefully, by next Friday we’ll be on the high road to pounds lost and muscle gained. And if nothing else, we’ll have a really fancy coat rack.

Anyway, it’s Friday, I have a latte, and I’m about to play a game of Scrabble. Happy TGIF!