Of Magic Pills, Beasts, and Weight Loss

I haven't written in a long while, because I've felt there hasn't been anything really worthy of a blog post. I have been convinced otherwise, by a surprising fan base (who knew a guys' view on pregnancy would be enjoyed by anyone?) and a persistent voice in the back of my head that sounds suspiciously like my wife. Thus, here I am, writing an entry on what has transpired in the past three weeks.

Remember those magic, overly expensive pills I mentioned in my last post? Well, we ended up acquiring said pills. They really do help. On our trip to San Diego, they worked wonders in helping Beth retain not only her energy, but also her food.

... oh. I forgot to mention! We took a four-day trip to San Diego, and we definitely splurged a little bit. We stayed at some illustrious hotels, and ate at some splendid restaurants. We walked the streets of San Diego, and I let out the amateur/wannabe photographer within me to play. I didn't end up getting as many shots of San Diego as I would've liked, since we actually had to buy the camera our second day in the city.

We visited the beach.

On our way to the Grand Central Cafe.

View of the city from our FIRST hotel room.

SeaWorld!!

A mammal after my own heart.

Our trip was a lot of fun. And it was only possible because of the amazing pills Beth has.

Anyway, about those pills. Apparently, one of the side effects of these pills is constipation. Hard. Core. Constipation. And this does not mix well with my wife. It brings her some intense pain and anguish, which she says it's just "pushing practice". Or maybe that's what I say.

Now Beth is confronted by a choice. Either she can vomit and be extremely tired, or she can be constipated. Pretty lame. We've decided we'll have a LOT to hold over Scrump's head in guilt trips.

As another update, I'm changing my diet, and my goal this week is to start running again. Why? One of us is pregnant. The other has gained twelve pounds in the past three months.

Not good.