Today in church I realized that we have been here just over one month. I think generally I view most stressful events in my life as "shouldn't be too bad" which more often than not kicks them into the "emotionally damaging" arena. Which I don't realize until about a month after the fact, when I look back and see that it really was a difficult thing for me, and maybe I shouldn't have been so hard on myself for having lots of depressing thoughts? Also maybe not a good time to finish weaning my *last* baby and going off the mini pill and onto new BCPs, which I haven't been on for 9 years? Maybe. But some fun things happened regardless of my struggles, and luckily I have the pictures to prove it.