The Gr8s 

Let’s get one thing clear: I love my baby. Like, obsessed. I could sniff his little head all day (and I do), I sing off-key lullabies like I’m auditioning for The Voice: Mom Edition, and I proudly rock spit-up on my shoulder like it’s designer. Gio is my love. But… can I say something without being judged?

Staring down at the scale and I cannot believe I’m over my 200lb mark for the 100th time this year. Now, if you’ve read my previous post, you know that I’ve accused my husband for more than 90% of my weight gain. When in actuality he may only be reliable 40%.... alright, alright, 20% .... Okay ok, let me explain…