I did everything right today. I got up and went to MOPS and socialized my little heart out. I was honest with my friends about what has been going on and how down and not myself I’ve been for the last couple of weeks. I made a yummy lunch. I had a friend and her daughter over to eat it and to play with us. I prayed. I read in The Bible and in my favorite book 100 Best Bible Verses for Moms. I organized some pictures (which I really enjoy doing). I went for a long walk with Brielle in the wrap, Aviana in the stroller, and Roscoe and Claudia tagging along for good measure. I took a long bath, with the girls. I laughed.
You would think I’d be able to sleep and I would feel better and not be so dratted weepy. And sad.
It feels like I’m just feeling sorry for myself, when there’s nothing to feel sorry about.
My midwife’s office called and they went ahead and set up an appointment for me with a counselor I already know and like for tomorrow. I was going to cancel it, but I never got around to it.