CRASH

Nothing gets my heartrate up like a crash C-section. For those of you who aren't familiar with this concept it's basically a "We've got to get this baby out NOW" situation where they wheel mom down to the OR fast and put her under general anesthesia while everyone scrambles to get ready for a potentially really sick baby. The worst is when they start cutting mom (sans epidural) before anesthesia gets a chance to get there. I can't imagine what that feels like but if it were me I know it would be worth the pain.
Anyway, I'm usually pretty cool in a code. I don't yell or throw things I just kind of work. I feel like I go into distance running mode, heartrate up but not beating out of my chest. However, crash sections leave me a mess. I get flushed, my hands tremble as I'm trying to assemble suction and laryngoscopes, my heart flutters in my throat and then the baby comes. If it's bad I go into code mode and calm down. If the baby comes out screaming I start to cry and my legs go numb. I can't explain it.
Either way I have had way more than my share of codes recently.

HGTV DIET

Well it's done. Our house is officially on the market and I am officially exhausted. It seems like for months strait Joel and I have been waxing, scrubbing, polishing, rip-n-renewing, sanding, priming, painting and more. As a result I haven't made it out for as many runs as I would like but yesterday (after cleaning the closet) I found an old pair of "Skinny Jeans" and I tried to put them on. They were basically hanging on my hips. Huh? What happened? I don't feel thinner. I feel like a primer covered, ratty haired slob. My only conclusion is that cleaning and home improvement in general must really burn as many calories as people have always said.

SO

For 50$ anyone who wants to loose that last 5 pounds can come over and help me lay mulch in the yard whenever they want! :-)