It’s my youngest’s first night out going to bars/clubs with his friends. He’s just turned 18. Could not fall asleep as I was worrying so much but managed to drop off around midnight. Only to wake at 4am in sheer panic because he wasn’t home yet, hadn’t heard him come in the house. A few texts later & he’s fine, had a great time & will be home soon. Panic over, so I get up to pee & baby girl starts her acrobatics, as usual. (I think she floats down into my vagina when I pee, at least it feels like that!) And it made me think... why am I putting myself through this all over again? 🤦🏻‍♀️🤣 think I’m locking this one up until she’s 35 👍🏻