Confessions

• I'd be lying if I said I wasn't partially excited to have a baby for the scrapbooking possibilities.
  
• It will be a sad day when the exercise ball no longer effectively bounces Evie to sleep.
  
• At least a handful of people have thought that Evie is a boy, mostly when she's not wearing uber-girly clothes. I'm okay with that though.
  
• When I think about the blogging I do about Evie, this thought comes to my head: Now easier than ever to embarrass my future teenage daughter/unborn children!
  
• I was able to get my loose jeans on AND zipped/buttoned. Success! I admit there is muffin top action going on though. Next step: Get rid of muffin top. Scratch that. Next step: Buy clothes that hide muffin top. Next step after that: Get rid of muffin top.
  
• When I dropped Evie off at daycare for an observation day last week, which was effectively her first day at daycare, I felt like I should've been more sad than I really was. Not that I don't love my baby, but in reality . . . it was glorious.
  
• I will be sad when Evie outgrows me holding her in my lap.