BeanBean changed a lot at about 2 years 5 months, I think... He's certainly changed since then, but the big jump seemed to happen around 2.5. All of a sudden, he was just very un-baby-ish.
His sweet, lovey babyness seemed to melt away. By the time he got to 3, he was already much more of a little boy than a toddler. Over the past few months, he's gone through another shift; the easiest way for me to describe it would be to say that he's gone from preschooler to kindergartener, but that's not really accurate (especially since we're homeschoolers
). I dunno. He's odd, and loveable.
Thank you for the good wishes. I'm still feeling pretty miserable. I'm trying hard to be optimistic, but it's just not happening... too many steps backwards, you know? As to the glass of wine, we don't have any white wine in the house (red gives me migraines), besides which it's totally out of the question to have alcohol with vicodin. Not that I approve of the amounts of *either* that I've had during this pregnancy!
I'm really concerned about how I'm going to manage my pain in the last weeks of pregnancy. Taking a narcotic when you could go into labor at any moment is a scary thing, because it can depress the baby's respiratory efforts; same with alcohol (a CNS depressant). When I think about these things, I become horribly demoralized and depressed, and I feel guilty about all the vicodin and alcohol that I've had during the pregnancy (like when I was drinking half a glass of wine every night in an effort to get some sleep, or taking a vicodin every morning just so that I could walk
: ). My brain is screaming for me to stop, and I have been taking only the bare minimum to get by, but it's been long enough that I'm really starting to get worried.
I just don't know what else to do... it's not like I can just sit around in bed all day, I have to get things done.
Ick, life sucks.
Anway, because my physical life has been so sucky, I've been paying more attention to my spiritual life. I feel better about that; when it comes to spiritual matters, I can feel as though I'm accomplishing something and making good progress just by reading and thinking and discussing ideas. These are things which I can actually do (most of the time) without excessive pain or extreme depression, so I've been trying to spend time at it every day. I think it helps; I mean, I'm generally less miserable when I finish than when I begin...
Jaz-- BooBah does that sometimes, because she doesn't have the words to explain what she means. Instead of answering, I tend to repeat what she's said back to her as a question; this encourages her to think through the response, and sometimes gives her other words to express herself. So, if she said, "I want to wear my necklace," I'd ask her, "Do you want to wear your necklace?" and go on down the line. She could mean "I want you to wear your necklace," or "I want to wear your necklace," or "I want you to wear my necklace," or any number of other things. Maybe, "I want you to help me with my necklace," (putting on/taking off). I can think of dozens of other things that she might have meant, but been unable to articulate clearly. It's very easy to get confused at this age about what you're trying to say. It happens to BeanBean sometimes, and he is *exceptionally* verbally adept. His vocabulary, syntax, and the sophistication of his speech & subject matter is just ridiculous for a three year old, but that doesn't stop him from confusing words sometimes (especially when he's tired/hungry/anemic/whatever). He's still a little kid, and he can't always keep up with himself, iykwim.