As usual, I'll start this post by apologizing yet again for not blogging regularly. Time just semms to slip through my fingers like sand. And again, I will try to be more diligent about posting more often.
My little bundle of joy is not so little anymore. Isla turned 8 months on September 16th. She's sitting up all by herself (and has been for a while), is doing great with solids (although, I constantly have to hide her veggies in her fruit) and I noticed her first tooth! I can't believe my baby has her first tooth. She is growing up so fast...oh time, please slow down!
On other fronts, I have only have a few more months before I go back to work. I'm going back at the beginning of February next year and honestly, I am dreading it! I've always been a career-oriented gal but seriously, all I wanna do is stay home with my precious daughter until she's ready for kindergarden. I truly I wish the hubs and I had the financial freedom for me to have the choice of staying at home with Isla past my maternity leave.
After a lot of searching, we found a daycare we liked. They are more expensive than most daycares in our area however, it was the one we liked the most and the one we felt most comfortable with. Isla will be going to daycare three days a week and my sister, Sasha, graciously offered to take care of Isla for the other two days a week. When Isla turns 18 months, we're planning on putting her in daycare full-time. I'm really nervous about putting Isla in daycare. What if she feels abandoned by us? What if the other kids aren't nice to her? What if she hates it there? Whenever I think about dayare, I can feel my anxiety going through the roof. She'll be fine, right? Right???
On the weight loss front...well, the battle continues and sadly, I'm not winning :( I really hate the way my body looks yet can't seem to get my ass on my treadmill. I honestly don't know what is holding me back but whatever it is, I better get over it fast. I absolutely have to be a comfortable weight by the end of this year. I simply cannot face waking up on another New Year's Day with my weight being the first thing on my mind and feeling like shit about the way my body looks. Okay treadmill, you and I have a hot, sweaty date tomorrow...here's to a long and loving relationship :)
