I'm still dealing with my demons, but therapy has been going well and I feel like I'm learning a lot about myself. Unfortunately, I'm also worried that I'm going through premature ovarian failure (so much nicer sounding that premature menopause when you are only 29) because I've been having worse and worse hot flashes, not to mention insomnia, pretty bad. Something is not right when it's 30 degrees on Easter morning and I'm trying to pick out something to wear that won't show sweat. I'm putting off calling the doctor as long as I can, because part of me doesn't feel like I can deal with any new dramas in my life. We've been pretty drama free lately, enough so that we're going to redo the kitchen floor and pay someone to fix the utility sink downstairs. But I'm not sure how much longer I can put it off. It's 8:45am and cold out again and as I sit typing in my lightweight cotton pajamas, I'm thinking of opening the window.
I love you sweet Natalie, and can't wait to see how much you grow and mature in the next month.