--is the memory of me asking the Relief Society president to give me a high five on my way to the front of the room to teach the lesson yesterday. Why did I do that?? Was it to cover my nervousness? Show off? Hide my sweaty arm pits? Was it to be cute and clever-seeming to hide the fact that inside I was feeling ugly and dull? Whatever, I've just been cringing about it all day.
In other news, Wells sleeps in his crib now. His reflux is slightly more manageable. He sleeps from 7 to midnight almost every night. He sometimes goes down for a nap without crying. His weight has doubled since birth. I no longer feel the need to search on amazon for things like the Happi Tummi (herbal packet you heat in the microwave then strap to the baby's stomach), or the Windi
So that's something.