After 6 years of marriage, my husband's Muscular Dystrophy diagnosis and subsequent physical decline, my gastric bypass surgery, depression, and apparent infertility, this is where I find my new normal.
I had a weird dream last night. I dreamt that I was with a baby. And that baby was me at 6 months old. I knew this and I think the baby might have known it too. I remember making her smile and giggle. I remember just being in awe at how cute she was and how much I felt rewarded by her smiles and giggles. I remember being so much in love with her and wanting her to know only love and care and kindness. I wanted to sheild her from hurt and life and harshness. I remember her beautiful baby feet. Those dimpled and sweet wiggly toes...oh so cute. And then I woke up. I think I need to learn to love myself and maybe starting at babyhood is as good a place as any. Man, I was cute!
Welcome. My name is Amy. I am married to a hunky guy named Bob. We live in Minneapolis with our 3(you read that right) cats and 1 crazy dog. This is my space to rant, write, whine, and work things out in my brain. Your comments are welcome as long as you are not a troll and don't leave assvice. Read on!