This is a random thought edition brought to you by my pregnant mind:
I saw my doctor today for a regular check up. I told him I am Hungry/Starving all of the time. He told me I should eat more then and that my body is trying to tell me something. I explained to him that I feel like I haven't eaten after eating an entire meal. He told me to relax, eat more and enjoy it. I think I love this man.
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We are still struggling with the paci. Peanut likes to use it when we snuggle. The other day, we went from snuggling to watching "Dinosaur Train." I told her she had to give up the paci. She said, "No, I'm sleeping," and laid on the pillow acting like she was sleeping, yet smiling the entire time behind that damn paci.
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We are in full on potty propaganda. I know, I know. They won't do it until they want to but I'm determined to make going on the potty so cool that she will want to do it sooner rather than later. So far the progaganga consists of a lot of talk of Tinkerbell undies and who in our lives knows how to use the potty properly.
Peanut just kind of looks at as like "what-ever, people." I will not be detered.
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I am alone until possibly Saturday night. The husband and Peanut went to visit his family for a couple days. I have to work Friday and volunteered to work for a co-worker Saturday. I'm really kind of sad about this. Peanut and I have spent some nice quality time together lately and I'm going to miss them. The husband thinks I need to some alone time but I have no idea what to do with myself except mop the kitchen and sleep uninterrupted.
Any suggestions?
Thursday, August 5, 2010
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please don't mop the floor during your alone time. A non-massage pedi? a prenatal massage? two undistrubed hours in Target? a movie alone with a big tub of popcorn? indulge in episodes of some reality tv on TLC or Bravo? read? just please please please don't mop and clean.
Yeah I agree, no mopping the floor. How about renting a chick flick?
shopping, an afternoon out with the girlfriends, napping... ANYTHING but mopping and cleaning and laundry.
The eating, oh, the eating. I distinctly remember the Absence of Fullness and thought it was the strangest thing.
I once ate two bagel sandwiches and so very much felt like I could've eaten a third.
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