Since last I blogged I have:

*Continued jogging and working out
*Had an awesome day all to myself to recharge and go to the gun range, lunch, and a movie without having to wrangle a toddler.
*Gone to the zoo, the beach, the Academy of Sciences, the Discovery Museum, and the park with Thomas way more than usual.
*Made the best possible, in fact the perfect, arrangements for Thomas when I go to work/school! Hooray!
*Gone shopping for pants without feeling the urge to burst into tears even once - and actually finding pants!
*Not managed to do a full pull up, but am getting closer.
*Started to feel kind of excited about the actual bathing suit wearing part of our upcoming Caribbean vacation. (Ten more days!)
*Taken the PELLETB and the physical agility tests.
*Bunch of other stuff - I've been a busy girl.

So, the exam was not as hard as I expected. There was no essay section, for one, and it was shorter than I thought it would be. I finished it in less than one of the four hours given. I was actually more worried about that cursed six-foot wall, and with good reason. All of the guys who were called before me just ran up to it, jumped up, grabbed the top, and swung themselves over in three or four seconds. I had to take a few stabs at it and sort of walk up the wall holding on to the top - but I made it, damn it, ant that's what matters. No six-foot wall is going to stop me! Take that wall, I say, take that! And, apparently my month of jogging prior to the test was doing more for me than I honestly thought it could, since I did the 220 in 40.3 seconds, which surprised the hell out of me. So, armed with my T-score and my hard-won physical agility, I'm ready to head to the academy, just as soon as I can do a few more pushups. Ah, pushups, you evil things. The painful realization of how much upper body strength I have lost was inescapable after we got that pull up bar. After a month and a half (though admittedly I've not been as diligent about it as I have been about jogging), I can get my feet off the ground. That's it, though, just off the ground. So, I pull as hard as I can, and when I feel my heels clear I lift my toes up and hang there, resisting the urge to kick my legs, Wile E. Coyote style, in a desperate effort to climb thin air and get my chin just a little closer to that bar. It's not a pretty sight; all that straining and sweating for so little payoff. But someday, pull up bar, someday. You can be all smug and superior now, hanging there in the doorway to the library, all unconquered and complacent, but one day soon, we will meet, face to foam rubber wrapped grips, and I will be victorious...and then I'll probably lose my grip and fall on my ass from sheer surprise, but still!

Other than that, things are going well. I am enjoying having more energy, Thomas is awesome, as usual. He's really enjoying going out more often and having more fun with a mom who's in a better mood in general than I had been. I'll have to put up some pictures soon, since he's growing like crazy, and still just as cute as it's possible for a little boy to be (in my totally biased opinion, of course). But now, my online time is up - got a lot to do before we head to the zoo.