I have a confession. Whenever I'm needing a bit of a pick-me-up, I go out and watch the Paul Potts Britian's Got Talent audition on YouTube. I could watch it over and over just to well up and get that tight I-can't-quite-breathe feeling in my chest. Somehow that makes other things seem better.
Another freak out night last night. I'm so tired of having these irrational fears creep up on me at night. I'm sick of having horrible nightmares. I think I've had a dream where Kate is drowning in one fashion or another probably every other night for the last few weeks. I sort of feel like I'm losing my mind. Pete seems to recall me having these kinds of anxiety dreams when I was pregnant with Kate, too, but they were about things happening to him. I just want them to stop.
In the meantime, I guess I'll keep YouTube on my favorites list.