Went for a run this morning. Three miles. No walking. I'm still slower than usual, but it's progress. According to the scale yesterday, I'm down another half a pound. According to it today, I'm up two. I will feign optimism and go with yesterday's number. I managed to get one of my wedding bands on the other day but wiggled it off last night because it was too tight. I broke down and bought three shirts at Target because my clothes still don't fit and I'm still sick of my maternity clothes.
Pretty sure Linnea has started smiling. Even when it's not gas.
