weighing heavy.

The title to this blog can be used both figuratively and literally.

Adding pounds.

Today after I scarfed down a whole loaf of bread with balsamic vinegar and olive oil, tomato soup, a taco, chicken Alfredo and two glasses of lemonade at Romesco, I felt like a total fat ass. Maybe if I didn't eat the whole loaf of bread to myself I wouldn't feel guilty. I understand that I have to gain weight for the sake of the baby. My main concern is that the baby is getting all her nutrients to be healthy. What I want to avoid is swelling. That's my main concern.

Heavy the thought.

Love. Once you submit yourself to this emotion, you become powerless and your foundation is at risk. Everything you build for yourself is now shared and you become vulnerable to what it can do to you.

Everyday I am trying. For me, for he, for He, for she, for my future family.