Today, I have dealt with a very fussy baby. Between her fits for attention (even when I'm RIGHT next to her)... and her heavy eyes fighting to go to sleep... I still get glimpses of her sweet smile and shining eyes. But boy, was I so glad when they finally closed and mama hauled butt upstairs to the crib... (Victory!)
Not sure how long it will last... but I'm crossing my fingers!! :)
On a positive note (although I really am not complaining about having a cranky baby... it's totally worth it!)...
I put on my size 8 jeans today.
Yep... that's right... size EIGHT!
Ok, you might be wondering if that's a good or bad thing--since, you know... to some people that's a big size... and to some it's small.
Let's just put it this way.... these are the ONLY size 8 jeans I've owned since probably... 6th grade! And they are the smallest in my closest! (Victory, again!)
So today, in spite of a fussy baby... I am enjoying my new found glory!
Now, if only I could fit into my closet full of shirts. Unfortunately, they don't make minimizing nursing bras! Oh well!