Holy SHIT 134!
So I had a pleasant morning. The night was kind of restless. L and I kept tossing and turning in bed. But this morning I woke up, took a shower, and laid on top of The Boy all soaking wet and warm. Then I jumped up and stood on the scale. Amazingly it read 134 freaking pounds! I know I know, its still hefty. But HEY this is exciting. Hopefully, soon, I’m going to post what L and I did last night (I’ll give you a clue, it involves lots of rope!).
