Holiday candy is evil. Once again, D filled my stocking with white chocoaltes, rasberry filled chocolates, m&m's... we've made cookies, eaten brownies, snaked on cakes.. I look like I'm pregnant with all this junk filling my belly. And yet I can't seem to stop eating it. A couple months ago, I got back into my nervous habit of biting/picking at my lips. That went away, and the desire to eat has taken its place. Ugh..

Did I mention D said that 2003 sounds like a good year to have another kid?