Cole had his six-month checkup.
He’s only 19 pounds 8 ounces. I really thought he’d be over 20 by now.
I realized where my mysterious bruises on my thighs have been coming from—Cole in his car seat smashing against me as I carry him.
I’ve got to say, I’m feeling extremely depressed tonight. I feel disconnected from my body, from other people. It’s one of those things that’s so hard to explain. I feel nervous, anxious.
I just want to be able to relax and stop thinking. I guess I miss my yoga practice. I’ve got to get myself some alone time.
It’s hard to breathe. Shortness.