These baby blues suck. Really. I mean, how many times can I cry at the drop of a hat or cry for 20 minutes straight with thoughts of "how is my daughter going to handle hearing that her best friend is moving all the way across country and will probably never see her again?" And what kind of mother am I for not preparing her earlier? Any decent mom would give her daughter warning and ample time for grieving or whatever, but no, not me. I'm horrible!! Or at least I feel that way right now. How long will these feelings of overwhelming guilt consume me? How long will it take me to stop crying? lol And to add to this, I feel so disconnected with my husband right now. I love him to pieces and I know he loves me, but I don't think he's shown me any sort of affection since the baby's been here. I mean, sure, he bought me pizza because I wanted some, or he let me eat his ice cream, but c'mon. I want him to hug me, pat me on the back, tell me he loves me, give me a kiss....anything. I don't know that I've done anything like that to him, but I feel like he doesn't want me to. I dunno. I'm just bawling and whining. I guess it doesn't help that I'm listening to Josh Groban's Closer album. He sings so passionately, even on the songs that are in a foreign language.
Alright. I'm going to try and buck it up now. Kudos for you if you made it to the end without rolling your eyes and mentally telling me to "get a grip". :)