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Ok, so today makes one week since I went to the weight loss clinic. I don't care who knows. I'm a cow. I'm big and fat, who cares. But I was starting to feel decent about myself. I don't know if I have lost any weight yet, but it's the thought of what's to come. Having a baby can make you feel real down on yourself. With all the weight gain, stretch marks, and postpartum insanity. I was feeling pretty confident. Well, when I got home, as I was getting out of my car my neighbor pulls in. She is a real lune. Aaron and I always talk about how we hope she gets a boyfriend and stuff. She is very spacey. When she got out of her car, she looked at me and said "Oh my goodness are you pregnant again?" When I said no, she replied with "Oh, I just said that because I thought it would be neat if you were. Babies, babies, babies."