Andy no longer has a temp, but he is still fussy. I suddenly am back to the the third month where the days seemed to all become one and the month never ended or moved forward. He screamed when I tried to put him down for one of his naps. He screamed at me when I tried talking to my mother on the phone. He screamed some more after that. He would stop when I held him, but I'm not strong enough to hold a 21lb baby (that's right, he truly is the biggest baby of all time) all day long. So when Peter came home I handed Andy off instantly. Then Peter did the unthinkable-he said we should get pizza hut.
Now, we have a long history with Pizza Hut, and basically, Peter hates them passionately. I however love Pizza Hut so much and could eat there every day all day long. Since my day was awful and I had already downed half a glass of chianti at this point, I agreed with him, ignoring the diet I was on and actually doing pretty well with. So I order online because I'm too embarrassed to actually tell another human being that I want cheesy bread on top of my stuffed crust pizza with extra cheese. We pick it up, I eat my cheesy bread on the way home, and I'm already contented before the pizza is touched. Bad sign. So I had two pieces (while watching The Biggest Loser, how ironic), it was wonderful in every way, and then I felt it. Suddenly, I had a 5 lb weight in my stomach. A big huge lump. And I realize that yet again, I am no longer able to eat this much cheese in one sitting. Now I feel grossy (Josy Grossy gross), but it was all worth it because this week has sucked majorly.
So that is my story of the day. I totally ate a huge amount just because I was overly tired and overwhelmed. And now I want some chocolate to finish it off. But I'm not going to do that because I am not sure I can roll myself to the bedroom to go to sleep tonight.
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