My eye doctor once told me that your eyes can accommodate contacts for only a finite number of hours over the course of your life. I often sit there wondering if the same is true for eye-rolling...Do I have a finite number of rolls before my irises stick? If so, I may be quickly approaching the end of my ration.

I do like my job, and I appreciate the eye-roll moments. If I didn't have them, my day would be boring.

Speaking of, I really really want to create an anonymous blog for that. I've been too scared to do it due to the potential ramifications. I just read a story about a lady who did the same and was "outed," causing her to lose her job. I think I'll just continue to lay low.

Every time I get sick (which seems to be a lot lately, considering Andy and I have been passing something back and forth for several months now), I wonder "is this what it felt like when I was pregnant?" I remember the first trimester being absolutely miserable, but your body tends to forget the actual feeling. Yesterday I was thinking "if this is what it was like, then adoption please?" I was so miserable yesterday, and the thought of feeling like that or something similar for several weeks straight was terrifying. We just keep getting this almost-cold that knocks the wind right out of our sails...I run the course, and then the incubation period expires for Andy and he gets it while I'm okay and then vice versa, repeat. Liam, meanwhile, is a rock star.

For example - We ended up having a late lunch at La Parilla today, taking my parents up on the offer to let us get out for a bit. I had already set a couple chicken breasts out to defrost, so I said I'd just coat them in Shake N Bake and cook them up for a small dinner later. Absolutely no desire to do that. It took me 10 minutes to decide whether or not I was going to write this blog...as IF I'm going to cook chicken.

I read that CNN article about the most annoying Facebookers. I have a few to add, but I would be sure to offend. Not saying I wouldn't fit into any of them myself (kid photo over-poster?).

I have decided to go on an all-water diet (at least as far as hydration is concerned). I say this all the time, but it's so easy to get a Coke (and a refill) with any combo. Then some juice here, lemonade there...I have finally committed. I started it last Monday, and I am waiting for some results...The only thing I'm not cutting out is a nice cold beer every now and then, but I have even cut back on that. It's different...if I want to have a beer, I want to have a beer. It usually isn't "hmmm, shall I have a beer, or shall I have some ice water?" Usually Monday night is *my* night, and I cuddle up with some wine and watch my shows. I survived it just fine with ice water last week (or maybe just cold water, pending a fridge with a functioning ice maker).

I did start working out in the morning last December (upon learning that it's easier to lose weight at that time of day than in the afternoon). I have been maintaining just fine, but I haven't been losing. The only noticeable difference (other than feeling blah when I skip several workouts, mainly due to the illnesses that I discussed earlier) is that I haven't been asked if I am pregnant since. I suppose that's progress, even if the scale doesn't say so. Hopefully the water diet will be the final link to shedding those last few pounds.

There is that part of me that thinks, considering I am in between babies, "why bother?" I guess, though, when I'm pregnant with #2, it is my goal to continue working out...even though I know I will hate it. I will be grateful later on. We'll see...the best laid plans and all...

Off to bed, ridiculously early.