So I am kind of having an epiphany. I've been in school to be a midwife, right? I like pregnant mamas and babies, right? Well, a lot of nurse-midwifery is well-woman care, basic gyne-stuff. I always thought I'd be the catching-babies type, not so much into the nuts-n-bolts vagina stuff. But, the last few lectures we've had on it have really interested me. I find that I'm interested in the personal aspect - like, how to talk with teenagers coming in for their first appointment, etc. I remember way back in the way back when I was 16 and coming in for my first birth control pills...that nurse practitioner really respected me and made me feel normal, KWIM? I want to be that kind of practitioner. Anyway, just thought I'd share. Maybe emmalola can relate.
I'm so far from 1000 posts. That will happen when the lentil is about to go to college. :yawning: ah, well.
Potty time is going well, for those following along at home. The lentil is on day 2 of his big boy underwear, and he's had his share of accidents. Although I doubt he thinks they are accidents. Yesterday he crapped in his pants and just went on playing, despite the incredible odor. I was pretty cranky about that one, and then whilst cleaning it up the phone rang. up to elbows in poop, I quickly rinsed off and ran to the phone. After only three rings, the caller hung up. I went back to my dootie. the cell phone rang, and when I had just gotten to it the caller hung up. This time I just called sweets, because I KNEW it was him. He was in the process of calling me AGAIN, and didn't get my call. So I waited until his call went through, hung up on him, then called him back and him out. He was calling to ask me where the freaking salvation army was so he could drop off a load of donatables. All that for directions. So yeah, this was about potties, right? How about my potty mouth? Why is there no smilie for happy potty kids? So the lentil had three accidents yesterday, but this morning he sat on the potty and went and was very very proud of himself. It's sweet to see him so happy with himself.
I keep telling myself that the reward for this is that I won't have to change diapers or buy any more diapers again. Keeping my eyes on the prize, I am.
Maybe I won't feel so guilty about my grandedecafskimmilktwopumppumpkinspicelatte now that I'm not buying diapers and wipes anymore.
Nervous- we're meeting with the real estate agent in a few hours. very excited. wish me luck! I can't wait to have my own space again.