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Victory Is Mine

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I hate to sound so vain and completely full of myself but at my six week checkup, I am back to my pre-pregnancy weight! Give or take not knowing exactly where I started because I don't want to own a scale. I hate to say it (not really) but I've only been nursing & walking up the three flights of our apartment building a couple times a day. (I guess I did lose my pregnant appetite). So I'm kind of back in my old clothes. I still can't wear dresses cause of nursing and my "abs" from before are extra missing but hopefully things slowly tone up (because right now it's extra fluffy). It's nice how the skin just hangs. The stretch marks of sacrifice and love. Love marks. That's what I'll say when the kids ask.

And no I didn't really mean "kids". My OB encouraged the prenatal for nursing and in case I got pregnant again. I just gave her "the look of death" and she laughed. I'm not strong enough to hit the repeat button yet.

Mr Smith still doesn't like the 6 am wake up time. But at least she goes back to sleep about 40 minutes later and is just so cute in the mornings. She is smiling more & more. We got a 5 hour run last night but she is so noisy I was up before then. I don't know why we ever leave her in our room. Typically it's like 3-3-2 starting from 10ish. At least I try to make 10 bedtime. And she's pretty good at going to bed after she eats.

The in-laws are in town so we haven't done much but adore Alexis. I did learn how to make funeral potatoes. We bought homemade bread from the Moravians at Old Salem. I still really want this chair from the antique store for my photo shoots but haven't given in to the $24 price tag yet. I've been trying to be more productive while I have extra willing Alexis-holding hands but eh. . . I'm lazy.

Today is her blessing day. I'm praying she can stay extra sleepy (she was a doll - only made noises when the headband fell in her face & her daddy didn't fix it)! She's sleeping in my arms right now. #eatyourheartout

They think she recognizes me. I think that's cute. I like being recognized!

grandpa smith!
grandma smith!
6 weeks! visit from the grandparents & baby blessing

6 weeks!



i post this cause she is darling




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  1. Erin 10 June, 2013

    Buy the chair. don't be silly.

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  2. A. B.11 June, 2013

    She is beautiful. And your husband is the spitting image of his dad. At first, I thought it was your husband holding her in that top picture (I just glanced at it) and then I looked back thinking "He doesn't have that many wrinkles..." and realized it was his own father. Alexis looks just like you ;)

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