Not bad
I've hit that valley, the one I knew was coming after the initial rush of finishing the degree, finally. I'm not sure what to use to crawl on out. I have some really cute fabric to make Audrey a cute little a-line dress. I need to wash and iron it, though. And my friend Analisa's daughter is coming up on two years, and I really want to make her a dress. It's all about the motivation. And getting rid of the darned Oreos, once and for all. That is to say, self-discipline and a sense of purpose.
I'm beginning to want to maybe get pregnant sometime in the next eight to ten months. But lemme tell you: that's not happening until I lose that 40 pounds that I've been carrying around since I stopped breastfeeding (I initially lost all my preg. weight plus some. Then, I gained twenty pounds of it back). I'm running out of clothes to wear, and as tight as money tends to be 'round here, I'd rather wait until I feel like I "deserve" to buy new clothes. Which is not to say that I don't deserve new clothes, now--just that I don't want to have to buy new clothes in this size. I'm not a good fat girl. I never think of myself as being fat until I look at the photos. Then, the reality smacks me upside the head. None of which is to say that I'm somehow less for carrying the extra weight. It's just that I want to be an active mama--not a lumpy one.
Speaking of Mama stuff: Audrey has begun two-word phrasing in earnest. The most frequently heard phrase? "Hey, Baby!" If she weren't directing this toward her beloved baby doll "Emm-i-ly" (very carefully ennunciated), I might be worried. She also says, "My Dada," "Hey, meow-meow!" (to the kittles, of course), "Hey, Mama," "Night-night, Dada," and other variations on those themes. She's also mastered "Yeah" as well as "No." And she still calls me "Mama."
I'll photograph the fabric tomorrow after it's been washed and ironed. It's blue with gold stars, and I have collar material in the same color as the stars. I bought the fabric initially to make a short-sleeved dress. I generally buy more fabric than is called for, though, so I'm fairly sure I have enough for a long-sleeved dress more appropriate for the pseudo-autumn we're having 'round here. Maybe I can have it finished by Sunday morning. I'm not counting on it, however; I scheduled Christmas photos at Sears for Saturday afternoon, and I have to keep Audrey out and entertained while Marshall steams the carpets (in the wake of Howard-cat's pissing fest 2003).