I cannot seem to keep myself from breaking down into tears today. The big alligator kind, even. Not really sure why but I woke up on the sad side. It may have something to do with last night.

Gene went to change Zoey’s diaper (and we all know how much fun THAT can be sometimes) before bed and she started crying, kicking and throwing a fit. But instead of it slowly easing off, it got worse and worse. I think she eventually got herself so worked up that she cried for almost an hour. I kept trying to hug her, hold her. We put her in her crib and she would not go to sleep, just cried constantly. I eventually picked her up to rock her in the glider and she proceeded to projectile puke all over me, her and the carpet. Gene gave her a bath while I started the washing machine and began scrubbing the carpet… all while using every single ounce of will power in me to keep myself from throwing up.

She started crying for about another 15-20 minutes after the bath, Gene gave her some milk and she finally fell asleep. She ended up sleeping through the night just fine. This morning she has been clingy and drooly and I am pretty sure she is still fighting these teeth. TEETHING! I SHAKE MY FIST AT YOU!

So today I am still worked up. I cried a lot last night. Nothing would soothe her and I felt pretty helpless. I haven’t felt that way since she was just a couple of months old and we found out she had acid reflux. I hope this is the last time I feel that way but I know I have a lifetime of worry ahead of me, both for her and for baby bean.

Speaking of baby bean.. I will update tomorrow! I will be 12 weeks along tomorrow and just a week shy of being out of the first trimester. Can I get a HALLELUJAH? Also, at some point I am going to try to get this week’s You Capture in…