I started back at work last Monday. I miss Layla all day long and its so hard to not be with her. Shes 3 months old now, and just the cutest blonde haired, blue eyed baby girl. All day at work I sit and think about her. Steve gets off work at 3 though, and goes and picks her up from daycare, so I know shes not there all day. She actually only goes to daycare from 10:00 to 3:30. Its alright, but I worry about her alot.
Steve and I have been going through some shit lately. He told me that he's not as attracted to me now that I gained 30 pounds and stretch marks. WHAT THE FUCK?!?! We argue about this constantly. I brought his daughter into this world and he wants to try and tell me to lose weight and to go back to looking as sexy as I did before the baby. I cried. Honestly I cried for hours when he told me that. I was so hurt. Oh well. He left me a message at work yesterday saying that he was sorry and that he has come to realize how much more beautiful I am now that I am a mother. He feels bad and is genuinly sorry. I've already lost 7 pounds, so I'm making progress already!
I dunno though. I just wanted to write about whats up and whats been happening. Some of ya'll should leave me notes so I know I still have people reading this shit!