|nom the baby, nom her.|
Weigh-In: 175.8 (I winced when I wrote this out, ugh.)
Hunger is not an emergency is my mantra today.
Although, according to Cecilia it is but she's a baby so impulse control is not in her current repertoire of skills. She had a pretty rough day today. Which means I also had a pretty rough day, so I'm sitting here staring at the baby monitor as I type this, willing her to go to sleep (as if this ever works) and through the night. She needs it.
Eric and I do too.
I had more that I wanted to write about today, but all my thoughts have currently flown the coop. Perhaps tomorrow I will be more well-rested and more coherent.