First... I passed my GD test. Dr B said that though the baby seems small, numbers are perfect and given that both previous tots have been small, well.... Yes. Bre was my largest at a whopping 6 lbs 13 oz (and two weeks late). He (Dr B) seems certain that this one will be my smallest yet thereby assuring that I will be giving birth to a 15 lb screaming sumo wrestler.
I plan on kicking the Dr at birth.
I am eagerly searching for a photographer and not at all cringing at the money this little indulgence will cost us (at least not outwardly cringing. limping does not count).
I am attempting optimism. Or at least my version of it.
Which I believe means I am reverting to previous form of pretending. Something has to work.
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In the 'Ew, how the hell?' department of my life......
Bre has a fungus. On her head.
At first we thought it was dandruff. My stepmom suggested a build-up since she doesn't always properly rinse her hair. And I know this will sound odd, but she suggested Listerine to help remove the patches of dry flakes we were finding.
Though the patches didn't quite fit what the description of what we thought it was, we tried the listerine.
Bad idea.
As I combed out her hair, it started to bleed. And then I looked closer. Those patches were round (ish) and scattered. All over her head.
Her Dr insisted that it couldn't be fungal because, um, it's her head. But she tested some flakes anyway.
Two days later and.... it's a fungus. "How did she get a fungus on her head?" Well, gee, I don't know. I thought that was why I was paying you medical type people.
She is currently taking 6 weeks of a very strong antibiotic under much protest.
Of course everything she does lately is under protest. And eye-rolling. Because she's 9 going on 30 and knows everything.
Honestly? She's making me crazy. I don't say a lot about the things we're going through with her and I won't. I think it's enough to say that I love her, I'm glad she's here, but there are days where even the thought of having to listen to my pre-teen complaining in that whiny snotty tone makes me want to jam a dull knife in each ear in hopes of going deaf.
And there is a very long summer stretching out before me.
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I do have a very lovely picture of the family at disco night which I will share just as soon as I can get my camera dock connected properly again.
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One thing I hadn't expected this time around was my constant need to nap. I've never been so damn tired. I thought for sure that it would end once the 2nd trimester hit but it didn't. Now that I'm in the 3rd, I'm thinking it never will. I must find some way of not being so damn tired all the time. There are things that I have to get done and falling asleep in the middle of washing windows is not one of them.
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This just clicked with me. I was planning on writing a post pleading for help - my daughter is 9 and it seems like in the last 4 weeks or so everything out of her mouth is snotty and/or whiney. It's like having a three year old again. We never know what will set her off - she wants to play the viiidddddddddeeeeeeeeeeeeooooooooo game now! And then when she starts playing it, "I NEVER win! I ALWAYS lose!" and she cries. We ask her why she is playing a game that frustrates her to the point of tears and she whine/cries that she WANNNNNNNNTTTTS to play. God - IS it the age? Because if this is 9, I can't imagine 12 and 13. Do you think it's just some sort of growth spurt type thing? Remember how when they're smaller sometimes they regress right before they start on some milestone? Ugh. I'm glad someone else is going through this at the same time I am, so I can learn from you! (And the fact that you're pregnant while dealing with a 9 year old? WOW. I'm sending you lots and lots of patience and quiet time over the internet.)
I know, sometimes I'm amazed she's still here. My hormones are so out of whack and the whining......
I do think it has a lot to do with puberty though. When she gets frustrated like what you just described (and boy did that ever sound familiar!) I always tell her to stop and think for a minute. Is it really worth getting so upset over a game? Doesn't it always take a while before youg et good at something? Maybe if it's too upsetting right now you should try something else?
And when that doesn't work I turn green and hulky and rip the game out of the player and grunt and hide it. And possibly tell her to find something else to do because I'm not listening to the whining anymore!
Yes, I need to leave the room too, or I end up yelling at her - which only exacerbates the situation, of course. And I have to be honest, both D and I DO let her get us to the point of yelling. Ugh. Can't wait for the next few years! It's a good thing we had them for those years when they were cute and sweet and cuddly so we have something to remember during these times! :)
you ladies are a breath of relief!! My son is 9 and I swear he's acting like he's hit the start of his teens.
He argues with the bullheadedness of a top dollar lawyer. He whines. Pouts. Sulks. Stomps and rolls his eyes on continual basis.
Worst thing though is my little boy whom I was the adoring hero for now looks at me in disgust and hostility at times. God help us all when they reach 12-16. *crosses myself*
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