Separation Anxiety

well, tamara has finally started going thru separation anxiety. most babies start going thru it at 6 months. about 2 weeks ago, over night, she finally started going thru it. if i leave the room, for even 2 seconds, she starts screaming. you put her in a dark room, meaning, not well lit, and she freaks out. men with beards make her freak out, scream, and hide her face in my chest or what ever body part of mine is close. hell, andrew has grown out his mustache and goatee, almost a vandyke thing goin on. if he growls at her, which she used to love, it made her giggle like mad, now she freaks out. cries, and turns to me to protect her.
i get to go back to counseling. we didnt have any way for me to, my license is suspended and andrew was working. had no way to get there. but with andrew not working now, im going back. hopefully counseling will get rid of my post partum depression. its affected my eating habits. and not the way depressions normally do. instead of eating all the time, and gaining weight, ive had almost no apetite, and thus ive been losing weight. my clothes are getting baggier, and baggier on me. normally, women would like this. but ive lost almost 20 lbs now and its still not stopping. normally i weigh 105, and im slender, but it looks good. now im starting to look kinda skin and bonesish. and my boobs are dissappearing. pre-tamara i was a 34DD, post tamara i was 36DD, and now im 34B. i havent had to buy bras this small since i was in jr high. i, along with andrew, happened to like my tits the way they were. ah well, at least now that i have bras that fit, my boobs look nice again.
and munchkin is workin on really walkin now. shes shuffling along coffee tables and couches now. soon that will translate into walking from coffee table to couch, or couch to mommy. i cant wait. well, im not lookin forward to a baby outrunning a full grown adult, but meh, its life lol.
and now andrew is playing with my hair. thats my cue to get the hell offa the puter.