Normally I like the word regression. It inspires me to think of all kinds of fun statistics and math pleasure. Unfortunately, this is not the kind of regression I'm experiencing now.
Mr. Andrew is schedule to make his entrance by c-section on 6/30- and I'm completely useless. I can't make decisions. Example: I had to message a friend last night because I couldn't decide/know if onsies/footie pajamas/a partridge in a pear tree should be hung or folded. WHO CARES! I should have just made a decision and gone with it. I also find myself diapering teddy bears and researching things that aren't important in the scheme of things until I'm blue in the face. UGH.
6 years ago