When I got pregnant with Keaton I was a pretty chubby gal. I was the chubbiest I had ever been in my life. It was all that postpartum depression I had with Gavin. For me PPD=the all Reeces Peanut Butter cup diet. So when I decided to get pregnant with Keaton I also decided I wasn’t going to pig out for my pregnancy. And I didn’t. In fact I never really felt hungry. Towards the end of my pregnancy I decided to do the South Beach diet to ward off the “Last 6 week 50lb gain” that seems to happen with most pregnant women. I was successful in never gaining a single pound. I was 5lbs less then before pregnancy the day I delievered.The three weeks following Keaton’s birth I lost 37lbs without doing anything. I was feeling awesome. It was short lived however, the weight slowly came back over the next year, and then some.
Monthly Archive for January, 2008
Is it wrong to have another child solely based on the fact that you have so many cute baby clothes you refuse to part with? I keep thinking I want to wait til Keaton is 5 and maybe have another. But hello, those baby clothes will be so out of style by that time. I will just have to keep reminding myself how obnoxious, smelly, dirty, messy, gross, annoying, and needy my kids can be. That will keep me from ovulating.
I picked the wrong pediatrician 3 1/2 years ago when I called up and made Gavin’s 2 week check-up. Literally, I picked the wrong doctor. My neighbor had suggested this specific clinic, but told me one doctor was the best, one was alright, and one was new. I forgot who was who, panicked and just chose a name. Turns out I got the new guy. In the beginning it was okay, he was cute (I woulda left John for him), funny, and seemed knowledgeable. As time progressed it showed he was hands down the least helpful doctor I have had. It started when he refused to treat Gavin’s reflux. He told us it was nothing. It wasn’t until 4 office visits, Gavin loosing weight, and Gav projectile vomiting, twice in a 4 minute period, did he finally listen. Although he didn’t help. We had to figure out the Enfamil AR, not burping him, and having him sleep up right. Next was Gavin’s strabismus. I brought it up every time we were in there. He kept telling me he is just looking at the bridge of his nose, or “he’ll grow out of it”. Finally when I did get a referral to go to an opthimologist he told me that it was going to be nothing.
So we finally, FINALLY met with the Autisim specialists at Gavin’s school. They had evaluated him for two months, and because of the holidays, and a busy schedule, its taken awhile to get into them. When Gavin started school we filled out a
I posted an ad to find a good babysitter for date nights and what have you. I am just not sure what to pay. I don’t want to be a cheap asshole, but I don’t want to over pay. Any advice?
Gavin has now been on his diet for a little over 2 months. Two months of researching alternatives, trying recipes, and cooking from scratch with things like Xantham Gum and Navy bean flour. Two months of treating this diet as if Gavin is anaphylactically allergic to the things he can’t have. Its been a rough and very stressful two months. I worry too much to let him go to any restaurants, even if we pack his own food. I have a lot of guilt and sadness when he sees someone eat something that he can’t have.
Firstly I’d like to say that I hope everyone had a very Merry Christmas and a very drunk and disorderly new year.
So Christmas came, Christmas went, new years came, and my relatives left. As chaotic as it was having four adults and five children under one roof, I have been moping since the second they left today. Its eerily quiet without all the kids fighting over the Littlest pet shop (or as Gavin calls it “The Pet circus”). The beautiful sounds of my sister Kara yelling at her husband to get her a “damn diet Soda”. Or the loud coos and growls my wee baby Joci-Rae singing to herself in her swing. John wonders why I am saddened at all by their leaving, stating “all you and your sister did was fight”. Uh, yeah, we are sisters dumb ass.
