I hate being scared, feeling so weak. Last night I jumped five feet across the family room and into J's arms when the dishwasher kicked in. Then we spent a sleepless night on the couch, because I refused to sleep in our room- I had to have the crib in my line of sight. All evening I've been a wreck, afraid to go downstairs. The neighbor's dog barked and I freaked. The phone rang, I freaked. You get the picture. I be freaking. I also be hoping this be passing soon.
It's just been a long 24 hours. I'll do my best to bring cuteness back tomorrow and cut out the downer posts.