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It's past midnight and thus way past my bedtime, but I'm up and writing because I need the alone time.

This past weekend was a tad insane. My husband stayed home from work on Friday to help me clean the apartment since my parents were on their way up. Saturday was spent doing some extra cleaning and visiting with my folks. They took us out to dinner where I accidentally breathed in part of a green bean and damn near choked to death. I'm so talented.

Sunday was Luke's Christening at my church. Not only did my hubby come, but so did his mom, sister, step mom, dad, and step brother along with my parents. Luke looked absolutely adorable in his little white outfit. You could tell he was uncomfortable, but he looked too cute to take him out of it. He also was incredible during the actual dedication- not one peep out of him and he smiled at the pastor. After the service, everyone came to the apartment for food and such.

Now, I've lost a little weight since Luke was born (50 lbs according to my Wii Fit, but I'm not sure I believe it) and I thought I was looking pretty damn good in my kimono top at the dedication. Then I see this photo uploaded to Facebook:

Holy. Crapinski. I am BLOATED. Look up the definition of "bloated" and you'll see this damned photo. I feel a tad ridiculous since it's the kid's big day and all I can think about is how my double chin has grown another chin of its own. It's embarrassing.

Anyways, Sunday night we went to see a fireworks show one of hubby's co-workers puts on every year. It's really well done and we love going, but I was worried that the noise would scare Luke. Nope. Kiddo didn't cry. I should've been giddy, but all I could think about was whether he now has a hearing problem from the bacterial meningitis and my incredible bloat. I tested his hearing today by irritating him awake with ringtone alarms during naps, so that's a relief at least.