11.08.07 :: 8:46 am
And then I looked at her and said, "I have cancer." I woke up to the dog's face right up in mine, sharing my pillow. I've decided, in the absence of any real walking activity, to nix the elevator in our apartment building altogether and walk up and down the 5 flights. It's the only way to keep my ass in a size 29 if I'm not knocked up. Speaking of which, I'm completely freaked out to pee on the stick. Maybe it's a sign that we shouldn't conceive here and wait until we're settled back in Brooklyn. Which is ten months away, but it would make life easier. I've always wanted to deck out my infant in a "Made in Brooklyn" onesie. |