3 months

It's the 3rd. The 3rd day of the 3rd month of the year. 3 months without Lauryn. I began to feel anxious about the impending date last night, knowing the sadness the 3rd entails. I tried to make cupcakes at 9:00, but remembered I used all the eggs. So I knit and looked at a photo of Lauryn and missed her and sighed big sighs.

I couldn't open my eyes this morning at 5:31, when my phone chirped me awake. I dressed, grabbed my water, and stumbled outside. I set the elliptical timer for 45 minutes at the gym and plugged away whilst watching CNN anchors discuss C-sections and the financial implications of said procedure on the ENTIRE MEDICAL SYSTEM (wow. no guilt there, jerks.). 3.49 miles at a resistance of 3. I did some weight machines but, you know, only kinda. Tonight I hope to go to hatha yoga after dinner (where, it must be said, I will meet a 2 week old!) in order to relax my mind during the really difficult spot in the evening.

Bought eggs on the way home. Cupcakes are in the oven. Lil' H turns 2.5 tomorrow.