Last night, Greta slept in her crib in her nursery. I had a mental breakdown about 1 am. I just didn’t like her being so far away. I was so paranoid that I wouldn’t hear her. Chris calmed me down and reassured me and then left it up to me if I wanted to put her back in our room in her bassinet. I thought about it and decided to see how the rest of the night went. I was awake in bed most of the night just straining my ears at her every grunt. And then I startled myself when I did fall asleep and woke up to her little tongue slapping her lips. I could hear it. FROM THE OTHER ROOM! Little Victory. I am feeling better about her being in the nursery.
Also, I packed up and sent off all my maternity clothes to my sister this week. (She’s expecting a little boy in July) I am under my pre-pregnancy weight and wearing my actual jeans and it feels pretty victorious. Things definitely still need to tone up and I still want to lose maybe 15 pounds, but I am on a roll!
Last little victory: If I concentrate really hard, I can almost shut my right eye. Booyah!