Once upon a time, I was a size 4... in fact, I was an 8 when I met Mike, 7 years ago.
: That's about as small as I can get without looking too thin. I'm pretty excited to be in a 12-14 right now.
It's funny, though, I love the ultra low rise jeans; the problem is that the low rises have a really big waist because they're meant to sit on your hips, but they actually come up to my real waist because I'm so short.
The ultra low risers fit me very well, they're comfy as anything.
I will admit, though, that I often size up to avoid "muffin top."
I have a waist again! I'm very pleased with that, but depressed when I think of the whys and wherefors...
BooBah is nowhere near getting her molars; in fact, her canines are only coming in now.
It's okay, though; we have some very late teeth in my family (I was the only one of my siblings to get my teeth on time) so it's not a big deal to me. My younger brother had no teeth at all until he was 15 months old.
I remember teasing the dentist about it at my very first appointment...
Bella is growing! She now fits beautifully into the newborn sized proraps.
She also tries to pee/poop every time that I cue her, even if nothing comes out. Elimination communication is very exciting!
The whole family is amused and impressed by it.
I was hoping to put the preemie sized outfits away this week, but I think she needs a bit more time. Tomorrow is her WCC, and I'll probably ask the doctor for something for her belly as well as an opthamology referral; she's been spitting up constantly, which makes her want to nurse constantly and shriek and arch her body into funny positions. It's a lot of work. If she was my first child, I'd probably take more of a "wait and see" approach, but she's my third and I don't feel like I have the energy to devote to that. I don't want to leave Bella in pain because I'm too busy dealing with her siblings to hold her and keep her calm, you know? I feel kind of bad for just wanting to give her an acid blocker, though; giving kids medicine all the time is work, too, but I guess it's easier than listening to a kid in pain.
I wouldn't say that BeanBean is high needs, but he's certainly spirited these days.
As a baby, though, BeanBean was incredibly mellow and easy to deal with; all you had to do to keep him happy was keep talking. He loved listening to people talk from the very beginning, and started jabbering back pretty early on. BooBah had a very easygoing personality and needed much less stimulation than BeanBean to be happy, but her baby days were more difficult because we spent all that time visiting doctors and getting blood and urine drawn.
In fact, Bella seems to be my most "difficult" baby thus far; she cries more than BeanBean and BooBah put together, and gets upset if she wakes up and noone is touching her.
She does the pain cry *a lot*, which is one more reason that I suspect reflux, and I don't think she can see very well because you can be practically on top of her, but if you're not touching her she has a canary.
She *needs* to cosleep, because when she's not touching someone constanly she cries all night (I learned this when she was in the hospital the other week).
That said, when she's being held Bella still spends a lot of time asleep or calmly examining things with her body/hands. Last night after I got back from the ER (have I mentioned that I've been in lots of pain lately?
) my sister was playing with Bella and said, "While I was with [SkinnyPunk's baby], I knew why I didn't want any more kids and was reminded that I don't really like babies, but she's
cute! I'd have one like this!"
Freak. My sister doesn't really want to have more kids at all... she just doesn't have any sense. She met dark-skinned black guy with blue eyes, and now she's got this thing about having a blue eyed child.