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sabineBack from Florida. Werk, not fun. Found out I have to go again near the end of January. Yey.
Made an appointment to get my hair cut and dyed. Am nervous and excited. I don't look like my internal image says I should look. I look like I feel like I deserve to look, but I don't like where that train of thought leads me.
Not sure if it was caffeine withdrawl, dehydration, or stress that turned my afternoon into a blinding world of pain. Dinner, water, snuggles, and liberal application of Advil have so far taken the edge off. This is good, as I have an upgrade with which to deal tonight and tomorrow.
This week has not been helped by my body's sudden assertion that it's done slacking off and we really should get back to thinking about more babies. Little does my uterus know that it's not getting any more chances to break my brain. Two is enough and I'm still trying to put myself back together from the bits I picked up after the worst of the post-prtum depression was behind me.
Made an appointment to get my hair cut and dyed. Am nervous and excited. I don't look like my internal image says I should look. I look like I feel like I deserve to look, but I don't like where that train of thought leads me.
Not sure if it was caffeine withdrawl, dehydration, or stress that turned my afternoon into a blinding world of pain. Dinner, water, snuggles, and liberal application of Advil have so far taken the edge off. This is good, as I have an upgrade with which to deal tonight and tomorrow.
This week has not been helped by my body's sudden assertion that it's done slacking off and we really should get back to thinking about more babies. Little does my uterus know that it's not getting any more chances to break my brain. Two is enough and I'm still trying to put myself back together from the bits I picked up after the worst of the post-prtum depression was behind me.