Today I woke up at 5:15. My first thought, why did I drink so much. My next thought was, I wonder what time it is and why Lilly hasn't woken up yet? I never thought I could get a hangover from two whole drinks. Then again, I never thought I'd get more that tipsy from two drinks. Better yet, I never used to find the need to document every time I had an actual drink. Anyway, you'd think the last time I was hungover was right before I was pregnant, but, looking back, it was the morning of my c-section. What a cruel joke... have major surgery then take care of a newborn baby. That's the last time I thought, why did I drink so much?

The time before that, I wondered why I drank so much right before I got pregnant. I was having my last hurrah at a bar dowtown, and then walked home. I caught a ride with Al in the morning as he was going to work regretting that last pineapple drink at the Empire on my midnight walk. I was a bit obsessed about eating healthy in the early stages of my pregnancy so then I decided I may as well go to the grocery store and stock up. I was off of my migraine meds, hungover (for real), and in Hornbachers at 6:30 AM in the middle of the week with my huge old lady cataract sunglasses on buying Boca burgers and other things that I can't remember that ending up rotting in my fridge because I actually did get pregnant right away (& the nausea wasn't all for nothing like I thought). Oh, the memories..

Back to Lilly (I never envisioned that this would be my drinking blog), she slept a record 6 1/2 hours. I was sure her diaper would be packed. Turns out, she hardly needed to be changed (She made up for that later). Wow, sleeping through the night and dry in the morning. She must be gifted! Don't worry, I'm not going to go out and buy a potty chair just yet. She needs to learn to walk or crawl for that matter. She could just have a porta potty. Oh yeah, that's called a diaper. Here's what Lilly is up to lately: trying to stick her whole fist in her mouth, squealing/cooing, crying when I bring the camera out to catch her cute/little sounds, grabbing onto the spit up rags making me look down and wonder how they tagged along for the ride, and being in photoshoots with her mom in our backyard (see above) getting dressed up like her mom used to do with her barbies. It also looks like her hair is turning blonde and her eyes are turning blue. That's up for debate...any guesses?

Lilly also got her shots this week. Poor girl. I won't write about that, because there's nothing funny about seeing my little baby in pain. I know she won't remember it, but I will. Her two month appointment: 10 lbs 14 oz and 22 5/8 in long.

I tried on dresses for Lilly's baptism in a few weeks. I have a little tummy left-over from the pregnancy, which I knew would be a limiting factor on my possibilities, but I didn't consider my bigger chest size. My first anniversary dress was now a bit too sexy for church and the dress I got last summer before I was pregnant showed off my belly too much. Well, there's the dress that matches Lilly's.... When I first got it, I thought the zipper didn't close all the way because my belly was in the early stages post-prenancy. Nope, it was just broken when I got it from Target. How about dress pants? They'll probably fit OK. Not a chance. Yet another cruel joke for new moms. Try to squeeze into a dress outfit so you can stand in front of a bunch of people soon after the baby is born. Then, realize that even though you've lost a lot of weight, your clothes still aren't close to fitting so you can go to the mall with a little baby to buy an outfit, which you hope you can try on before the baby starts screaming, to find a dress you'll never wear again because new mom's don't dress up and it'll (hopefully) be too big in a month or so....but...at least everyone will be looking at Lilly, as it should be.

Off to the mall....I hope Lilly likes shopping. It's funny how her closet is full of new, cute, little dresses to wear and my closet is full of lots of things that don't fit me.

**Anyone notice how my typing has improved? That's because I figured out how to type with to hands as she eats and when she's sleeping. Moms are the best multi-taskers!