I'm okay with this morning's little indulgence for 4 reasons:
1) Ally was being adorably self-sufficient.
2) We figured out last week that she's the same size as her 1.5-year-old cousin and could stand to be fattened up a bit. (Her constantly falling pants and undies have also been a strong indicator of this fact.)
3) There are worse things to be gobbled down than something so
smartly-balanced.
4) Mommy loves her some butter, too.
Although I feel like a hippo most days, by obstetrical standards I continue to measure small. The docs ordered another ultrasound to be sure everything's still okay, but we weren't worried. In my mind, all that meant was an opportunity for Baby #2 to have another in-the-womb photo shoot.
