We made it home on the 4th.  I love to be on the road, to travel & see new things…but there comes a time when getting home and to my own bed is the best.  I hit that point Sunday morning.  So all and all we logged 3000ish miles.  Not bad for a week’s time.

Sam & I are currently looking forward to 5 days in San Diego at the end of this month (actually 2 weeks from tomorrow!!) for ComicCon.  It’ll be a nice kid-less getaway, altho I definitely will miss them.

In other news, somehow even while being on the road I managed to loose a couple pounds.  According to my scale I’m now under 200lbs.  Yay me!  Trying to make healthier choices and throw a little bit of activity into my daily life.  The goal I have isn’t so much a pounds lost goal, but a goal to fit into my formal dresses that I currently have (and look smokin hot in) by the January cruise.

A while back I had the bright idea of going to Houston with Sam one week he was there. Figured since our big family vacation wasn’t until Thanksgiving it’d be nice to get away.

So…we rented a mini-van and piled the 15yr old, the 4 1/2 yr old and the 2 month old into the car. Left Saturday early. It’s now Thursday and we’ve seen 3 different hotels, 6 different states, countless strangely named cities, even stranger road signs and one gigantic Superman statue.

We’re headed to St. Louis for a couple days then home. I’ll be happy to get there, but when it’s all over I’ve had a good week. I’m glad we were able to do this.

Megan Elizabeth was born 5/5/10 at 6:11 a.m.  She was 20.25″ long and weighted 6lbs 13oz.  She’s 6 weeks now and a joy.  Caitlin LOVES being a big sister.  Aubrey’s a big help and not quite sure I know what I’d do without her. I’m slowly adjusting to having 2 kids and being a mom to more than one.

Battling some mild case of the the baby blues.  Just the typical girl stuff, feeling fat, sleep deprivation.  But I know eventually it all evens out and gets better – and some days that’s what gets me through.  I’ve struggled most of my life with feelings of inadequacy, and its no different right now.  I have an awesome husband who reassures me daily and  helps keep me grounded.  He’s also an amazing dad – I knew that would be the case, but it melts my heart to see him with Megan.   She adores him already, and has had him wrapped around her finger from minute one.

I’m embarking on a weight loss journey.  I need to loose about 85-90lbs.  Not all baby weight.  In fact most of it isn’t baby weight.  It’s stress weight, depression weight, poor choices weight, lack of exercise weight.  3 years ago I started running to relieve stress and I lost 50lbs by doing that and eating less/healthier.  Since then I’ve fallen into a comfort pattern of convenience eating.  Combine that with a stressful job search and a love for eating out plus a struggle with some medical issues and boom the weight piled on.  So my biggest stuggle with the desire to loose weight is my motivation/drive to keep up with it.  I suck at diets and I suck at consistency.  But what’s the mantra?  1 day at a time?  1 pound at time?