Slacker

I am a horrid slacker.

I haven't started working on my Mary Kay totals for last year's taxes.

I haven't put all my Christmas Decorations away.

I haven't stared on Amelia's scrapbook.

Heck, I still owe my best friend her Wedding Quilt - from the week before Amelia was born.

What I do know is that the time I've been able to spend with Amelia has been well worth being a slacker in all other parts of my life! I love the little gal so much more each day. She's starting to pull herself up, using anything possible. She's even to the point where, if nothing is around, she's pushing herself up. Yeh, not meeting with much success there; she topples over rather quickly.

For me, being on my meds have brought the positive change of very rare migraines. When I do have one, it's not nearly as killer as before. I still have all the other issues, and they don't seem to be lessening. I'm wondering if that means I'm closer to diabetes and will need my meds increased next time I go back. I don't like that idea at all.

I have also noticed an increase in depression. It might be because of the massive amount of snow outside, but it's still beautiful, so I don't think that's it. Last Tuesday was so bad, I spent the entire evening in bed crying. Steve and Amelia weren't able to do anything to cheer me up. I guess, if this keeps up, I'll be talking to the doc about that as well.

Had my second period since the baby. This one was horrid. Wish someone would've warned me. UGH. But, it is nice to know that my body is following a schedule instead of going months between like it was doing (another positive for the meds).

I found a good support group. It's been a relief to read through other people's symptoms and know that I'm not the only one out there feeling like the world's biggest freak. In a lot of ways, I have it much better . . . I was able to get pregnant after only 18 months - and not using Clomid. I pray for the others in my group who are having difficulties. I know what it was like to have so many preggers friends - and half of them laughing about how they hadn't even been trying.

To go along with the above - have been keeping up my workout. It gets really discouraging as I've been working out 2 times a day, for around 60-90 minutes total daily workouts and I'm only down 5 pounds since the 31st of December. Sometimes, I really, really, really hate having PCOS and just wanna scream. Seriously. I love working out, but if I miss a day, I gain at least 3 pounds. My life, right now, is focused on working out, and everything else is coming in a very distant second. I need to get my weight down. Doc was quite adamant about that. My goal is still high school weight, but that's a dream that will never, ever come true. Heck, my goal is to be under 160. Been working at that one now for a month and we're not there. Gee - and I wonder why I have such horrid bouts of depression????

I have so many more entries that need published. Including the food experiments. I'll get there. Still having the Amelia sleep difficulties, so that has kinda pushed all the rest of my evening chores aside. We'll get there . . . .