Still nursing naps, before bed and maybe one other time randomly. Kinda hoping he tandems come December because it'll be easier to deal with postpartum engorgement plus toddler/two issues. My breasts are between 38B and 38C. They are way saggy after nursing three babes; ah well.
June 2013 Chit Chat - Page 8
We're traveling now and it was a hard day today. S threw a tantrum on an escalator because I touched his hand. He fell. On an escalator. I caught him by his shorts and he was covered in escalator funk but unhurt. My day was all good after that.
Eli walked a long way with his daddy by his side, it was so cute, I was walking behind them with the stroller ... I love seeing Eli look up at his daddy with a giant smile on his face...
Edited by Autumnshades - 6/11/13 at 10:41pm
Sonja, that blows. I hate it when allergies ruin a perfectly lovely day. I get the itchy eyes, tingling nose, and sneezing- like sneeze a million times so my nose runs and my throat gets irritated. I use up a million kleenex, wipes, toilet paper, t-shirts... whatever I can blow my nose on. It sucks. Sorry your day was ruined!
That's great news Jaimee!
So much to keep up with! I try to read every day but time to post seems to be in short supply. Hoping those of you/your little ones dealing with health issues are better.
thanks for the info on the teeth/night nursing thing. I have great teeth but DH, not so much, although he blames parental neglect for problems that started in later childhood.
Jack is mostly wearing 18 mo, although still fits some 12 mo. 24 mo stuff just falls right off him (some 18 mo stuff too). He's starting to say phrases "uh, what'd you do", "1, 2, 3 Go"-that's a new one last night. And he's starting to try to sing-row row row your boat. It's the cutest thing- he says row row boat aaah (the second verse they sing at daycare has to do with screaming if you see a crocodile. But it's a cute little scream.
In other news, I'm measuring 5w ahead already. I'm 27w and this heat is no joke. Work has been so unbelievably busy. I've just been flat out exhausted. It makes me feel bad for Conner, because I feel like I can't be as active with him as he wants.
We got Layla's dresser and changing table today. That puts my mind at ease some. At least we have something for her now.
Oh wow, Nicole... well, I guess now you know for sure, right? Was it bad or something you think you can get over? Any progress on therapy with a female therapist?
I know what you mean about getting a dresser. With each kid I was freaking out about getting a dresser b/c I needed, NEEDED to put all the clothes and blankets in it so I felt somewhat prepared. Five weeks ahead, huh? I think that measuring stuff is a crock for the most part. Every practitioner measures differently and depending on where the baby is laying the measurements get off and they can scare you in either direction. I guess you have your GD test next week, eh? Fun, fun.
Yeah "measuring" is a crock. B measured small through my whole pregnancy, but ended up being my biggest baby!
Nicole, were then texts consistent with what he said, or did it stir up more stuff? Perhaps the girl just wants it to be over with, and wanted the truth out. Or she is trying to stir stuff up.
And the conversation was just not what he said, big surprise. More lies. That's why I made him leave. So tired of the lies. So tired. The conversation wasn't terrible, "harmless flirting", if there is such a thing. But still absolutely not okay. And he never flat out said he was unhappy with me but he said he was in a bad place and couldn't figure out what was wrong. I asked him why he didn't come to me with his problems... "Sometimes it's nice to talk to someone new about your problems. She was there and she listened." He complimented her picture and never told her they couldn't talk anymore... He just quit texting her... After I found out. Just a bunch of little stuff that completely contradicted everything he'd said. He said he was trying to not hurt me anymore, that's why he lied.
In completely random news... I forgot... My blood pressure was better than it's ever been Monday, which shocked me. With everything going on, I figured my already sketchy blood pressure would be terrible.
The therapist I called has a three week wait.
Zero trust. That's half my problem with fixing it. If I can't find it in myself to trust him again, there's no reason to stay together. I still love him and understand he screwed up, but I absolutely believe nothing that comes out of his mouth. I even interrogated if he fed the dogs or not the other night because they were all still acting hungry when I got home. What kind of relationship is that?
And I think the girl was just trying to finish the whole thing, because all she said after sending me the conversation was, "Sorry it took me so long".
He's back home now but staying in the spare room.
I honestly don't know how much remorse he feels. He SAYS he feels like shit, but he doesn't act like it... And, again, I believe nothing he says.