Off to a Rough Start

I really thought February was going to be different. Really, I did. But then I ate not one... not two...but three cupcakes before 10 A.M. (I was going to go for a fourth but stopped myself.) I'm no expert but I'd say that's comparable to someone who starts drinking adult beverages before noon. The moral of the story is: I'm gross. But it IS winter and I AM pregnant and well, I sort of can't help it.

Also, I'm starting to remember why I've always kind of hated February. It is the shortest month of the year but it drags on F O R E V E R.

47 days to go...still.