priceless

Back into jeans - check

Lost 30 pounds since delivering even though I had only gained 13 during my pregnancy - check (metabolism while breastfeeding is awesome!!)

Changing my own gauze now - check

Haircut - check

Starting to wear clothes instead of pajamas - check

Actually doing a chore or two around the house - check

Feeling as though I have a fighting chance to polish the tarnish on my husband's image of me - check

Though based on my husband's insistence, I'm not quite as tarnished as I think, my once indestructible self-image has certainly taken a dip. I fancied myself quite pretty before the past month's events. Having actually lost nearly 30 pounds has helped, and fitting into my jeans again has helped even more. Fighting the gagging long enough to change my own gauze has ensured that there's one more icky thing my husband doesn't have to do for me.

I don't know why I worry so dadgum much. I had to do some yucky stuff while he was in the hospital, and I still think he's got to be the most gorgeous thing on the planet.

I reckon I'll do my hair and put on some makeup today.

I'll be back to being the self-assured vixen that I once was. Promise. Except I'll have baby puke in my hair. Praise God.