Author's note: It has recently come to my attention that I forgot to finish posting this. Sorry!!
Day 3:
I actually slept last night. I can't believe it! I'm here in Gotham and nothing bad is happening to me. I'm not dead. I haven't seen any you-know-whats. I've spent most of this time even breathing normally. I'm okay! I'm really okay. Except for the fact that I'm in tears over the fact that I'm okay. That's progress, anyway.
I got the perfect presents for Peter and my shrink, and I found something for Mom, too. But nothing for the baby. I have to get something for the baby. He/she should know how important this is to his/her mommy. I mean, wow, if I can get outside and go to school plays and little league games, I'll be a regular mom. I'll be good. I really want my kid to be proud of me. I guess that's why I finally gave in.
I think I'll go outside again. There was the cutest little baby store down the street. Maybe I'll get a cuddly Batman pillow. That would be fun.