Heavy

I haven't felt much like writing the last couple of days.

Things felt heavy.  *I* felt heavy.  I didn't want to burden you with heavy.

Turns out, after an exploratory medical procedure on Monday, that my mother has a hiatal hernia.  Which, honestly, is great news.  It could have been something awful.  And I tend to worry.  Overly. 

Which is heavy.

And I didn't want to write about that heaviness until I made sure it was a false alarm.  Which it was. Whew.

And then there's this girl.

"Little".  Hardly.

The one who was a tiny newborn baby YESTERDAY.  Now, she looks at me and says "I will play dis game wiff you momma, because *I* am a Big Girl.".

And she is.

Which is heavy. Where did the time go?

And then there's the matter of my diet.  The one where I'm trying to eat Very Little and exercise Very Much in an effort to NOT look like a water buffalo in my swimsuit. 

Me, 10lbs ago, with my THEN tiny newborn baby.

I will be wearing my swimsuit in Hawaii in just FOUR short weeks.  Four weeks and 4 days to be exact.   And yes, I'm counting those four extra days.  I need them.

And when I talk about my weight, and the size of my bottom, well, THAT'S heavy.

Both figuratively and literally.