This morning, we got to see Baby Cristiano on the big screen again. She’s looking little (2 lbs. 12 oz. ish) and cute and flexible — she was holding onto her foot, doing whatever you would call the in-the-womb version of Standing Leg Raise. (Obviously those two 20-minute “prenatal bedtime yoga” videos I did really stuck with her.) The appointment went great and I’m thrilled that things are looking strong and healthy. . But then there’s me. And if I’m being honest, I’m not feeling super strong or super healthy right now. This week was rough, man. Physically, Crohn’s is still kicking my ass, and it’s so frustrating. It’s hard to wake up sick every single day. It’s nothing I haven’t gotten through before, and I remind myself of that constantly, but it’s tough. . And emotionally? Oh boy. I’m feeling overwhelmed and stressed and a little beat down. I feel like I have this vision of the person and the mom I want to be, and I’m not quite hitting my stride, despite my best efforts. And then I ...