I’ve recently been hearing a lot that Jackson looks like me, and that makes me so happy because for so long everyone has said he’s almost identical to his dad. Not that there’s anything wrong with that, but I am the one who carried him around inside of me for nine months and then pushed his 8 pound 5 ounce body out of my vagina. So… I mean, don’t even get me started on the damage that did.

Started training with Naarah tonight. Dying. And it was only a thirty minute session. How will I survive the full hour?

My sinuses are a nightmare right now. D told me to take Nyquil, so I did, but he only has the liquid kind and OMFG that shit is fucking disgusting. Ew! Ew! Ew!!!

It better kick in soon. 

I can’t believe tomorrow is only Wednesday. This week is sort of kicking my ass. 

My aunt’s wake is Thursday night. Very much dreading that. 

I want to end the night with three positive things:

1. I went to training tonight even though I was exhausted and had a raging headache. Go me!
2. My law firm had a bit of a milestone moment today. (Even after 5 years, it still feels good to say “my law firm.”)
3. I had a glorious soak in D’s tub. I feel very relaxed. 

Night night.