Caleb did a great job finding eggs at the egghunt on Sunday and an even better job charming all his numerous relatives. We had a fabulous time in Bow, but I am saying once again- I'm never driving up there for a weekend again! It is a six hour drive at a minimum which is just so hard for Caleb. Especially back to back. I had to force him to get in the car to go to daycare yesterday and I just haven't had the heart yet today, so he has spent the morning with me. Which has actually been very nice. We've both been a little tired so we spent the morning playing, nursing, and live-journaling (and now he's down for a nap). When he wakes up I figure I'll take him to daycare and meet up with Kim and Rachael and study- which I promised I'd do. I'm also not cleaning this morning- which I really should do, but our washer is broken and somehow that makes it harder.
I have discovered that I do have a limit to the amount of coffee I can drink- the veins on the back of my hands filled up in class yesterday to the point where I could feel them pulsing. Interestingly, did you know caffeine is good for a stress headache, but bad for a migraine, because of it's vasodilatory effect? On the other hand, I do think coffee has been a good addition to my life- I do not binge on junk-food when I am tired nearly so often. I'm hoping it will help me stay skinny.
Which reminds me, this whole getting skinny thing is very weird to me. I am now in a size 8 pant which I have never been in my life. That part I don't mind so much- after all, trying on pants and having them fit is kind of nice. What is weird is how people REACT to me. I don't know how many times people have commented on my weight loss. I guess I would feel different if I were dieting or exercising and really trying to lose weight, but it just sort of happened, so I don't know what to say, "Yup, I've lost a lot of weight." Usually I say something about breastfeeding, but that is sort of uncouth in polite company AND there are people who think I should probably wean Caleb pretty soon (he's passed the magic 1 year marker), so then I get funny looks for that. I've started saying something about chasing around a toddler, but that's not really very honest (although my arms are so sore today from carrying him yesterday that it may be more true than I realize). Maybe I should just try "Thank you" after all, I think they are trying to give me a compliment.