What's up with it?
I have never...ever...been a paranoid person in my entire life.
In fact, I'm not paranoid about a lot of things pertaining to her. But random things? Yea. I guess I am.
For instance...the other night, it was about 2am. I heard a noise that somehow shook our bedroom door. It freaked.me.out.
I quickly woke Declan, "Babe! The door made a noise! Get up and check what's going on."
He, half asleep, muttered something to the affect of, "Our house is air-tight. It's just wind moving around". [PS: Does that EVEN MAKE SENSE?! To his defense...he was mostly asleep, ha.]
I whisper-shouted. "BUT BABE! We have a BABY! and she is in her room! And I AM SCARED!" (As I type this I realize how pathetic I sound. Nice.)
I'm tip-toe'ing around my house like a crazy fool.
I go all the way down 3 flights to the front and back door and check to make sure they are locked tight. They are.
I peer out the front door. Absolutely nothing is going on.
I realize that I'm just a crazy paranoid momma-bear, who really needs to get her butt back in bed.
But, only after I tip-toe into my baby's room and check on her sweet little face for the 10th time.
I've officially lost it.