I'll be fat but happy

I haven't posted in forever. Over a week. So far this week I've just flat out been too busy. I've had a lot of stuff in my head, just no way to get it out. I think I'm creatively drained or something like that.

Today I feel like I could just cry all day long. Adrien's been in the pissiest moods the last few weeks. I guess he's just that age or something. But he doesn't really want to eat much (I mean, he still eats, but I'm used him like really EATING). On top of it everything -- and I do mean everything -- leads to gigantic fits. This morning I ate one of his apple wedges (which he was not eating) and he threw a 6 minutes long fit about it. He kept screaming My apple, My apple. And he had real tears.

When he acts like this I just want to scream at him. I just do not see any reason for his behavior. He can be the sweetest most easy going kid. But something has happened and he's turning into a terrible little toddler lately.

I went to the doctor yesterday for my stupid little glucose test. Guess what? I've gained ANOTHER million and a half pounds! The doctor said it was probably a lot of water weight and fluid, but still. I've literally gained 16 pounds in the last month alone. I mean, my pants and whatnot still all fit in the ass area. So I don't feel like I'm gaining a lot of weight. When my doctor asked if I had any concerns, it was just my weight gain. The five pounds I've put on in the last two weeks alone. He asked if I'd been eating any more than usual. Me? Eat more? Psssht. No.

Now excuse me while I go make myself a pizza for lunch. The whole thing.

Me? Eat more? Never!