Sleep regression… it’s happening. Kennedy is now waking up at 1am and 4am every night. She doesn’t cry, she just lays there and talks to herself, but she also doesn’t fall back to sleep until I feed her. Not a fan, not a fan at all.
Postpartum hair loss… it’s happening. TONS of hair…in my brush, in my shower drain, on my clothes, on Kennedy, IN. MY. HAND. Why do pregnant women not lose any hair? Because they should… this is gross and I’m ready for it to be over.
Gel nails… love them! I have the kit with the UV light and do them myself. My last set lasted around 10 days without a chip, but YOU. CAN’T. GET. THEM. OFF! Well, I can’t get them off with the nail polish remover like it says I can…so I’ll be buying the nail removal stuff to try that out.
I washed my hair with baby shampoo this morning. It got the job done.
We sold our boat. A guy drove down from Atlanta, paid us the asking price in cash, and drove away with our boat. This gave David the opportunity to take pictures of thousands of dollars of cash sitting next to his gun (he brought it with to guard said cash). My wannabe hard, like a criminal, husband… it’s endearing, really.
Stewart is getting his teeth cleaned today. Yes, my dog goes to the dentist (the vet does it). He might drive me crazy right now, and I might not like him right now, but he’s still my first baby and he still needs to get his teeth cleaned.
Happy Wednesday, I’m ready for the downhill side of the week!