New Vocabulary

Came across this and thought it was so funny (and true):

You knew many things would change once you became a mother, but did you expect your vocabulary would be one of them? Here are some common words that may have taken (or will take) on new meaning thanks to your baby:

Amnesia: The condition that enables a woman who has gone through labor to make love again.

Feedback: The inevitable result when your baby doesn't appreciate the pureed carrots.

Full name: What you call your child when you're really mad at him.

Grandparents: The people who think your children are wonderful even though they're sure you're not raising them right.

Hearsay: What toddlers do when anyone mutters a dirty word.

Impregnable: A woman whose memory of labor is still vivid.

Independent: How we want our children to be as long as they do everything we say.

Ow: The first word spoken by children with older siblings.

Puddle: A small body of water that draws other small bodies wearing dry shoes and socks into it.

Show off: A child who is more talented than yours.

Sterilize: What you do to your first baby's pacifier by boiling it and to your last baby's pacifier by blowing on it.

Two minute warning: When your baby's face turns red and she begins to make those familiar grunting noises.

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Time for this mama to get back into shape!

Yesterday Sophie turned *3 MONTHS*, making it official that I no longer just had a baby. She is no longer defined as a newborn. I can't continue making excuses for why I don't fit into most of my pre-pregnancy clothes or why I have no energy to do anything. I am still tired all the time, but it's time to just adapt already. Additionally, I realized that I only have 6 weeks until I have to give a speech at the shul banquet in front of hundreds of people. So this morning I forced myself out of bed at the ungodly hour of 10am (you try getting 3 hour chunks of sleep for 3 months after the restless 9 months of pregnancy sleep). After breakfast, Sophie and I headed downstairs for the treadmill. I dragged her swing down with me, plopped her into it, and turned on the big screen. Luckily, she inherited her parents' love of television, and she happily watched an episode and a half of Will&Grace with me while I power walked like my fat ass was on fire. I am so grateful to her for letting me do this and really hope she allows me to work out 3-5 days a week from here on out. That, combined with being even more careful about what I eat should give me some results. (I love the naive optimism that comes with the first day of a diet/exercise plan.) Now it's time to go write down how many calories are in all of the foods that I normally eat so I can see exactly what I'm up against. Wish me luck, people.