I confess that I have an addiction to the Wendy’s Frosty. I learned today that the large frosty contains 620 calories. I have eaten one of those almost every other day for the past month. Don’t think I won’t keep getting them.

I confess that getting away from my responsibilities for a weekend was just what I needed. Is that also addictive? Getting away? Because I’d really like to do it again.

I confess that I have a mild obsession with the Cheesecake Factory and although I’m shocked that it would cost me $47 to purchase a 10-inch Kahlua Cocoa Coffee Cheesecake … I’m tempted to do it anyway.

I confess that ONE is quite successfully driving me insane and I don’t understand why he doesn’t act like a lunatic when he’s with his Daddy. He reserves his completely out of control behavior for me, and I’m much quicker to discipline so it only results in a boatload of spankings.

I confess that last night I hid from my family for almost two hours. I went upstairs to take a bath and then I took a nap. It was glorious.

I confess that I scheduled my maternity leave to begin a week before my due date so I will have time (hopefully) to do absolutely nothing, or whatever I feel like doing, before TWO’s arrival. That day I speak of, the day I leave work, is 12 weeks, 2 days away.