Together, we have made it 12 weeks. Every day is a huge accomplishment, and I have made it 84 days. It’s slowly getting easier.

Pepper is starting to suck on her fists and drool a lot, which … dun dun dun … means she is maybe starting to teethe. I had this thought enter my head a few days ago after a rough night with Asher, who is cutting his 2-year molars slowly and painfully. When it occurred to me, I immediately dismissed it because I am in a fragile state and literally couldn’t cope with the thought. 

After a few nights of rest, I revisited the idea and decided that if I’m really lucky, maybe the two of them actually will teethe together and I will finally have an excuse to start drinking at breakfast.

Just kidding.