###1/7/26
6:45am

Last night I was sleeping so deeply that the couple of hours I got at one time felt like minutes. The only way I could tell there was a longer passage of time was by how full my boobs felt.

A few more months until I can sleep through the night again.

Poor baby Louise hasn’t pooped since Monday at 8am. Going on 48 hours :( Going to try a warm bath, water, and prune juice.

Today is my mom’s birthday. I got her some body scrub and pie (she doesn’t like cake).

I need to get Rosemary. She woke up.

###1/8/25
11:48pm

I often get in the mood to rewatch something during certain times of the year because that’s when I first watched it. Or it just sticks in my mind during that season. Lately I’ve been thinking about:
* Synecdoche, New York
* Saltburn
* The Lord of the Rings
* I’m Thinking of Ending Things
* Severence

Recently watched I’m Sorry, Baby and even though it was, as a friend put it, a gut punch, and has probably given me my most recent nightmares, I liked it and have been thinking about it a lot.

Having two daughters is scary. I get why my dad was terrified for my safety constantly when I was growing up (and still is). I don’t know how he beared it—especially working in news. I knew he’d seen some messed up things at work when he’d come home and hug me long and tight.