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Guess What?

I weigh one hundred ninety four point oh.

Yes.

194.0 lbs.

And, I made it 3 1/2 hours to Indianapolis today and all the way back. And took on the navigation system, and a Developmental Pediatrician all together. The Developmental Pediatrician won because she is awesome. I would have kissed her but she probably would have found it offensive. Chickadee is doing well under her care. Utmost confidence.

Also, I walked 4.4 miles in one hour. WooT.

Yeah, I'm pretty much toast, sitting here like a slug. Mmmmm. I'm happy to be home with Hubbend while the kids are sleeping and watching our huge Hulu backlog. Home while it lasts...til Wednesday when Hubbend and Beansprout fly to Phoenix. We're kinda crazy traveling everywhere. Just wait til you see where I get to go next month. It's a surprise...
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  1. Greta from www.bigbottomblogger.blogspot.comApril 26, 2010 at 10:34 PM

    Nice job on the scale and the walk...and on having confidence is chickadee's doc! Good!!! All very very good!

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  2. Christie FarrarApril 27, 2010 at 12:07 AM

    Journey you must not be too far from me then, it takes me about the same amount of time to get to Indy

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  3. TamiApril 27, 2010 at 12:25 AM

    You have lots of good news today. congrats on the numbers on the scale.

    It must be such a relief to have an excellent Dr looking after chickadee.

    I am delighted to read how happy you sound tonight.

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  4. AnonymousApril 27, 2010 at 2:27 AM

    Yay! :D I feel like a cheater, 'cause I know where you're going...talked to Dad today... Anyway, I'm excited you're feeling good about things. <3

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  5. AnonymousApril 27, 2010 at 2:45 AM

    Yippee on the numbers, and also glad to 'hear' the tone in your voice! Best wishes to all your brood, as always. =)

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  6. MizApril 27, 2010 at 5:36 AM

    so so so so glad to read and hear and wallow in this upbeat post with you.

    Have a great tuesday.

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  7. AnonymousApril 27, 2010 at 6:25 AM

    Please to be imagining me in doing Happy Dance for all of your awesome achievements.

    Crossing fingers that your surprise visit will bring you near to me and we can get together. :)

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  8. AnonymousApril 27, 2010 at 6:30 AM

    Hey, look at you all upbeat and breathing a sigh of relief and having a good weigh in.

    And I demand an email with the supersecret location of your next travels. I. Demand. It.

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  9. CorlettaApril 27, 2010 at 6:33 AM

    If next month entails a cruise or somewhere oversees, it is NECESSARY that you take me. If not, I am afraid that we can no longer be friends :)

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  10. Karen@WaistingTimeApril 27, 2010 at 6:52 AM

    Sounds like a good day all around:) And such a teaser about next month!

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  11. HelenApril 27, 2010 at 9:36 AM

    It makes me happy to "read" you happy :-)

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  12. LeslieApril 27, 2010 at 12:11 PM

    Way to ROCK the scale! And as others have said, so good to hear you sounding so good!n I'm missing you in the mornings!!

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  13. Katie J ♥April 27, 2010 at 12:44 PM

    That makes a world of difference doesn't it? Finding a good doctor is priceless to me.

    GREAT weigh in! Look at you go!!!

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  14. UnknownApril 27, 2010 at 2:19 PM

    Wow, that's awesome!!! I see all your DailyMile posts on Facebook and I cheer out loud for you each time! My kids look at me funny, but hey - it's good for mom to be a little mysterious, right?

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