i find that i'm a lot happier when i think happy thoughts. that's such a simple statement but it really is true. there are times when i really can't help but be just a little depressed, but i feel like i'm entitled to those feelings given the experiences i've lived through.

my two favoritest people in the world are in bed next to me all snuggled up together engaging in a very serious conversation. lots of 'aahhs' and 'eehhhs' and a squeal here and there. you'd think a california king size bed would be big enough for two adults and a baby, but really it's not. ava has stuff everywhere. her blankie. her two favorite stufties. her rattle and other noisemakers. burp cloths. nursing pillow. i'm pretty sure this is one of her socks i feel all bunched up in my ass. my baby does not like to wear socks. just like her mommy.

my neck and back have really been bothering me for the past couple of weeks [stress!] so Jay took it upon himself to schedule me an appointment with a chiropractor next week. the same day as bits' 6-month checkup. hmmph.

my mom, my little brother, and my niece are also coming to visit next week. it'll be nice to have real people to talk to while Jay's at work. our housekeeper is really concerned about my little habit of talking to myself, although a lot of the time i do it to hear her reaction. "oh, you should not do that, mimi. eet's crazy nonsense! the doctors, they put you in dees leetle white jacket with your arms wrapped around you sooo tight een a leedle room by yourself. you never want that! you never get out! you miss all su nina's years!"

my goodness, it's past midnight and ava is still awake wanting to play. way to go, Jay.

way to go.
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