Anything Can Happen

So I've been pondering yesterday's test along with the news that my favorite Gwen Stefani is pregnant with her second child. This one I'm a bit jealous of and a bit hopeful. I think she is totally awesome, and from yesterday's test I feel anything could happen. I really have no idea why I don't seem to get pregnant on my own. But there is a part of me that thinks if I work hard to be as healthy as possible that it will happen. Of course, the hopeful part of me hopes it happens this month so I won't need to schedule the laproscopy.

I've also been working out every night and eating healthy in order to look good in my swimsuit in Disney - if it's warm enough when we're there for me to wear it. I've lost absolutely no weight whatsoever, but I think my pants are fitting better. I didn't realize until last weekend how big my backside got over the past few months that I've been neglecting my elliptical machine. Last weekend I went out shopping for a pair of jeans. I swear to me trying on jeans is as bad for some people as buying a bathing suit. Mostly because I've got a bit of a booty, but my waist is very narrow. So if I try on jeans that fit my hips, there's a huge gap at my waist. If I try anything smaller, it's impossible to get on over my derriere. I know I should just go to the Victoria's Secret website and order the jeans I like, but I've been interested in some instant gratification as well as hoping I could fit into a pair of 7 for All Mankind jeans. Maybe in a few weeks - hey do they make maternity jeans???