Partner A is on a double today. I am frazzled and packing and doing last minute stuff for our trip to England.
My secret shame of the day: it is only 8dpo and I poas. Negative, of course. Way too early. But why did I poas fully knowing 8dpo is too early? (This tells you how anxious and impatient I am). And just the other day I was so zen.
Little C can officially climb out of her crib... and has and fell and what a horrible sound that was. She's okay... and was giggling just moments later. I, on the other hand, not giggling. My heart was in my throat.