It's been a tough week for me (well, tougher than usual, but nothing in comparison to what some of you are going through), so I'm taking care of myself by doing things that comfort me. I baked cookies, I'm crocheting some leg warmers (yes, I'm a girl from the 80's), and many, many snuggles with my very fat baby boy. My anxiety has waned much from my episode on Tuesday and I'm pleasantly surprised that I didn't fall into a pit of depression. It might be because I have such a good husband that said, "Come to me and tell me everything. I'm here for you." I love that man.