I saw the doctor today. She was very nice, and pretty, which is always a little disconcerting to me. I guess I expect doctors to be old, grey haired men. Her orders were pretty much what I expected: 150 mg. of Wellbutrin XL for 30 days and then a recheck.

AND, she said get back on Weight Watchers and STICK to it. In other words, no more eating the 22 points between breakfast and dinner and then eating another 22 at night while watching tv. Dammit.

Oh, and she suggested that I might want to start exercising, because apparently you can’t lose weight just by sitting around on your ass all day. So FINE, I have to actually do what I already know I need to do, and not just think about doing it.
And now, in honor of Ryan’s birthday, here’s a retrospective of the last ten years. Starting with Chris and I and our first few minutes with our new son:

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That’s my mom’s hand in the foreground. I was so shaky from the epidural that I had about twelve of those heated blankets on me. She was pulling them back so the baby was actually visible.

Age one, our little cutie pie.

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Age two, meeting his new baby brother:

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Age three, getting so big:

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Age four:who is this little man, and where did my baby go?

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Age five, my helper, my buddy, my friend, my son:

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Next time-ages 6 through 10.