3.03 miles today

Amanda and I walked 3.03 miles today. I left Nico home with Mat again because he still has the sniffles. My hips felt a little achy by the end, but it was a good walk. Not much else going on, but I wanted to post! See ya Friday!

Thank goodness for snow and friendship

So I told my friend Amanda, "Don't take 'no' for an answer when it comes to us walking!" Since I've come to the conclusion that getting in shape means life or death for me (avoiding diabetes), I took a "no messing around" stand. That is, until I shoveled my whole driveway last night AND this morning and was comfy on the couch watching Top Chef with hubby who didn't have to work until 2pm. The phone rang, and I said, "Oh my God, it's Amanda, and I totally forgot to call her, oh man, I don't want to walk...Hello?" That's when she tells me she's parked outside my house, and how long would it be before I was ready? Gotta love it. So I threw some semi-warm clothes on and left Nico with Mat so I could walk solo. We did a shorter walk than usual, but it was because it was cold as heck! I think we probably walked about 2 miles though. So, I'd like to publically thank Amanda for getting my butt in gear this morning and making me live up to my end of the deal!

Surprise, surprise!

While eating Tostitos and homemade salsa (why is this stuff so damn good???) and swigging a beer, I signed up for Weight Watchers online the evening of January 1st. In the morning, I had a doctor's appointment to talk about a digestion problem I've had where food gets excruciatingly stuck in my chest, to the point where it's actually made me get sick. I also have tinea versicolor that's gone untreated for forever ('tis a lovely fungals skin problem that discolors your skin in little spots - quite lovely if it was wallpaper and not my shoulders). Plus, I wanted to get my psychotropic cocktail re prescribed now that I'm no longer nursing Nicholas.

Doctor tells me that I've likely got an esophageal constricture, and that he was referring me to a specialist to have a scope run down my throat and if that was the problem, to have my esophagus stretched. None of which sounds the least bit pleasant, pardon me if I seem the naysayer.

He prescribed me my anti-fungal cream, Topomax for mood swings (and apparently it also actually helps folks lose weight as an added bonus), Cymbalta for anxiety and depression and Xanax for anxiety attacks. This heavy does of meds for a small dose of "normal". Hallelujah!

So he says, "Is it possible you're pregnant, because you can't take these if you are."

I said, "It's not outside the realm of possibility, but no, I don' think so." So he sends me in for a urine sample anyway, and a little while later, the nurse comes back with something cupped in her hand that she shows the doc.

"Looks like we're going to have a positive," he says matter-of-factly.

Tears spring to my eyes and I probably said something like, "What?!? Are you serious? Oh my God, really?"

So he cancelled all my scripts (except the anti-fungal) and I went home and cancelled weight watchers. I did tell my walking buddy that she's no longer allowed to take "no" for an answer. I'm going to walk 3-5 times a week if it kills me. Well, hopefully what it will do is prevent me from gaining (along with eating all the veggies and good-fat foods I bought yesterday) but also it will tone my body for an easier pregnancy and labor.

Did I mention my baby is nine months old???

We walked for about an hour and a half yesterday, maybe three miles. Not sure if I'll make it out today, the weather is supposed to be dreadful. We'll see.

Vinny is the only one we haven't told yet (Mat and I haven't been home at the same time with him yet), but I imagine his reaction will be something like this:

I know mine was.