Today is just one of those days... and IT'S NOT EVEN 8AM!

Didn't get to sleep in like I wanted to. I had to get up with the baby about 6 o'clock. Tried to go back to sleep but my husband kicked me instead, so sleep wasn't happening. So now I am sitting at the computer typing this blog for my imagined readers. My son in the bouncer and the music playing, reminds me that there once was simpler times. Today just feels like one of the those days where crying is the only you can really do to make yourself feel better. On the other hand, crying feels like you are giving into the big monster that is tearing you down inside. It's been a bad day and it's not even 8am. My husband just found pictures of me on his old phone, and more than likely if I see them I will feel worse. I have put on thirty pounds since I had found out I was pregnant with my son who is now 5 months old, and I am miserable with my body image. I just feel fat and hardly ever feel attractive. I'm afraid that my husband won't be attracted to me anymore if I put on anymore weight. This is just one of those days that I will be relying on my son and his silliness to cheer me up. I told my husband that I don't feel good about myself today and he didn't seem to say anything back. Go figure. He has old pictures of me, he's not gonna care. At least not right now...