Two, and three.

Apparently I've gotten HUGE in the past two weeks. Little one needed to grow, I guess. Anyway, this has wreaked havoc with my breathing abilities. So at the gym I still use the elliptical and the treadmill but at a snail's pace, since I'm trying to keep my heartrate around 140. And it's been incredibly frustrating-any sort of movement seems to zoom my heartrate well above 140. Except for yesterday. Got on the elliptical, chose my cross-country program, and started. Checked heartrate about a minute in. 115. Cool-I can peddle faster. 5 minutes in, the grade is getting higher, figured I'd better check heartrate again-130. Awesomeness! I spent the rest of the workout going really fast and having a blast. Heartrate never went above 139. And it felt so much easier. I guess child #2 shifted away from my lungs. Treadmill was also great (I do 15 minutes on two different machines so I don't get bored). Lower body weights-didn't increase resistance any but had little ...

I have absolutely nothing to write about. But my fingers did all the necessary clicking and brought me to this page. Apparently they think I have something to say. Or they're just trying to prove to other body parts that they're the best and the brightest-"ha! look what we made her do!" Wow. I need more adults to talk to. Umm. Let's see. What haven't I mentioned already. Oh-my love of datebooks and calendars. I currently have 4 calendars in operation: 2 "normal" calendars, one dry erase one, and a desk calendar. Not to mention my organizer that's humongous and could be its own calendar. And in my purse I have an undated and thus can be used forever organizer. It's pocket sized. I think that's it-I've got a calendar for every part of the house. I'm able to look up and at a glance know what the month looks like. I'm getting to be the same way with clocks: in our living room there's a clock on the wall. A really nice one. Bu...

Pay bills, pay rent (which involves walking, with a 2-year old, down to the office), submitting a maintanence request (my new washer/dryer won't work without this problem being fixed), finally managing to do the 3-day old dishes, possibly cleaning everything else that has been screaming to be cleaned .... whew. Easy enough when you're single and non-pregnant, but add a 2-year old and extra pregnancy weight and you've got a challenging morning. And I forgot to mention that the Orclette is running a slight fever and is just a wee bit clingy. But good news: Damm's drill sergeants finally granted phone privileges last night. The first few sentences went something like this: "Hey! it's Damm *bleep* *bleep* *bleep*." He immediately apologized but I couldn't resist laughing. I just don't want him cussing around our impressionable toddler-it's kind of cute when he does it talking to me. Man did his voice sound sexy. Going a month without hearing your h...