I went to the mall today. That's my go-to for when I get a chance to leave the house. It usually happens on the weekend, usually on Saturdays. I spent 2.5 hours there. Tried on a bunch of clothes. Bought one sleeping set and one shirt that I will return. Nothing fits me like I want it to. My body is really not my own these days. I'm 3 months postpartum. Should I worry about losing weight yet? I don't know. I do know that I don't quite like being so lumpy. Am I being too hard on myself? I don't know. Anyway, I came home and wore the sleeping set, which is SO comfy. I pumped, devoured a sandwich, and NOW, I'm sitting on the couch with my feet in a foot massager, which is giving me life right now. Next to me are 5 nuggets and green tea. Baby is asleep. (for now)
You know what I want? I want to think of the future and not feel dread. There have been times, windows, where it has disappeared, only to be back. Threatening, looming. I think it's called anxiety.
I want to buy the Strathberry Mosaic crossbody bag.
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